Qin Ran pushed open the door.
He looked at the people kneeling before him. His expression remained impassive, but a trace of hesitation appeared in his eyes. Finally, he nodded.
"I'll do my best to save you."
That was what Qin Ran said.
"Thank you, merciful Your Eminence!"
"I will follow you for the rest of my life, Your Eminence!"
"You will be my only faith!"
The sobbing vanished, and joyous cheers rang through the clearing before the house. The lord of the Gold Fief, that plainly dressed old man, cheered among the crowd as well.
He wore a smile.
But.
His eyes held cold mockery.
So what if he was a demigod?
Once his weakness was found, even mortals could kill him.
After all, he wasn't a true god.
"Lord of the Gold Fief."
The quiet call beside him instantly softened the plainly dressed old man's gaze. He turned toward Rufu, whose face looked slightly tense, and asked softly, "What is it, Rufu the Wise?"
"Could we go somewhere else to talk?"
Rufu asked.
"Of course."
The plainly dressed old man immediately nodded.
Soon, the two passed through the tower and reached the streets of the Gold Fief. Once they were away from the crowd driven mad by the desire to survive, Rufu's expression grew even more troubled.
Because he saw even more people pouring inside.
Some were carrying stretchers.
As for what lay on those stretchers?
That went without saying.
"Did you tell everyone that His Eminence had arrived?"
Rufu stared straight at him.
"Yes."
"This is our only hope!"
"I couldn't keep it from them!"
The plainly dressed old man nodded, admitting it without hesitation. Just the right trace of helplessness appeared on his face.
"Do you know, Rufu?"
"More than fifty people died in the