The Smell of a Bumper Harvest Even Filled the Air

Chen Fan considered himself a person with fairly decent charisma.

At the very least...

He felt he should look like someone approachable. Otherwise, so many people would not have chosen to follow him. He might not possess an aura of kingly dominance that leaked out and made all who saw him submit, but at the very least, he should not inspire fear.

But—

The women of every race gathered in the hall were all looking at him with fearful eyes, arms wrapped around themselves as they kept backing away and huddling tightly together.

Fresh and old whip marks could clearly be seen on their exposed arms and limbs.

Chen Fan fell silent for a while, then forced out what he considered a kind and approachable smile. Just as he was about to say something more, a girl from the crowd timidly stepped forward and stood before the women, speaking softly.

"You..."

"Did you defeat Falcon Continent?"

"More or less."

Chen Fan nodded. In truth, he did not want to use the word "defeat." He simply did not consider it a battle at all. Falcon Continent would not even be recorded as a battle in the history books—at most, it would be a minor episode mentioned in passing.

Within the crowd.

A woman reached out and tugged at the girl who had stepped forward, seemingly worriedly signaling for her not to speak too much.

The girl who had stepped forward shook her head and merely continued in a low voice.

"You smell very nice. It makes people feel safe."

"I believe you."

"I'll go with you."

Chen Fan laughed. That was more like it. He knew it—he should be the sort of person who looked approachable at first glance.

After the time it took to burn an incense stick.

The women