Arthur's words reached all fifty members of the group of fugitives and outlaws.
The fugitives and outlaws looked at Arthur with contempt, disdain, or defiance.
In fact, had they not been shackled and surrounded by fully armed South Town Cavalry, they would undoubtedly have hurled insults at him. Some would not even have minded spitting in his face.
Even so, their behavior angered Young Lissop.
The South Town Heir narrowed his eyes, a deep chill rising within them.
Arthur was the Loving Father he revered.
And these people before him?
A pack of fugitives and outlaws, creatures worse than pigs and dogs.
How dare scum like them disrespect the Loving Father!
At once, Young Lissop felt the urge to kill.
To Young Lissop, these people deserved to die.
As for the Death Warriors project?
There were plenty more like them in South Town's mines. It would take only two or three days to select another batch.
The South Town Heir immediately moved to draw his longsword, but just then, Arthur smiled and shook his head.
The young Medium gently patted Young Lissop on the shoulder to reassure him, then turned back to these unusual prospective Death Warriors.
Compared with their earlier contempt, disdain, and defiance,
a trace of fear now clearly showed in the fugitives' and outlaws' eyes.
Who did not fear death?
Everyone feared death!
That was not merely true of these fugitives and outlaws.
Even those called heroes felt fear when facing death, but they chose to confront that fear.
That was why they became heroes!
These fugitives and outlaws, however, plainly could not do that.
Otherwise, they would not have hidden in South Town's mines to eke out a miserable existence.
But Arthur did not care.
Or rather...
These were precisely the people Arthur wanted.
The young