From that day onward, the world suddenly fell into an eerie calm.
Even the civilians in the Refugee Camp, who knew nothing and merely followed the people ahead of them blindly, noticed that something was off.
Yet they finally discovered their own awkward position... after Joss had shaken his sleeves and left, no one would listen to their cries anymore.
The only reason they could still live as they had before was that the Undead from the Mage Tower kept moving around nearby.
Because they understood Joss, none of those families dared to make the first move... no matter how much they wanted to exploit and suppress these useless wretches, they would not gamble with their own lives.
Joss was someone whose behavior patterns the mages knew well, yet they could never figure out what he was truly thinking.
Even if they believed Joss would no longer do anything for those civilians who had betrayed him... that man might still charge down to uphold justice for them simply because he found the families unpleasant to look at.
But if they could not do anything to these people, those in power would not care whether they lived or died either.
At the very least, the free food and water were gone for good.
The civilians' only means of survival was the Black Taro around their homes... its leaves could store a tiny amount of water in their veins.
But once the water in those leaves had been drunk, they could only be used as dye. They could no longer be spun into thread for clothing.
They could only live by counting leaves. The days when they could drink as much water as they wanted were gone forever.
Yet the civilians had no grounds to complain.
Where in this world were there