Gwen casually smoothed her long white hair, revealing her slender neck.
"Mr. Isaac, will this really work? It seems the people in town have no intention of accepting us at all."
Entering the town had been Isaac's idea. Under Gwen's strict demands, the resistance had not touched any of the townspeople's belongings. Instead, they had even helped clean the streets and done a few small favors.
Yet even so, no one showed any interest in their trade. A few brave souls came over to take a look, but they neither bought nor sold anything before leaving outright.
This left the resistance fighters deeply discouraged. They might be able to defeat the Wolves of Winter, but they still could not earn the recognition of these native residents.
They had been refugees from the start and had seen this sort of thing many times, yet they still felt somewhat saddened.
Perhaps Isaac had given them too much hope. Now that it had fallen through, the pain was all the greater.
Isaac merely grinned. "Miss Gwen, there's no need to mind it. This is part of the plan as well. Their rejection of us now doesn't mean they'll feel the same way in the future."
"Have you arranged for people to spread propaganda?"
"Yes."
"That short man named Leonard?"
"No. The Winter Wolf Guard."
Gwen blinked in confusion. "You've confused me. Why would the Winter Wolf Guard promote us? They would never help us."
"They don't need to help us. They don't have to do anything at all, and they'll still push people toward the resistance."
Isaac's voice lowered slightly. "Moth Chasing Flame has been able to start rebellions everywhere not because we possess some means of bewitching people's hearts. We only need to raise the banner of resistance, and the lords will