Llane's expression changed drastically as soon as he heard this. "Has the outbreak been brought under control?! Why haven't any nobles reported this to the kingdom?"
The Holy Light cleric gave a disdainful laugh. "When have the nobles on their lofty perches ever cared about commoners dying? Behind wealthy doors, wine and meat rot, while out on the roads lie the bones of those frozen to death. Once our noble lords shut their doors, they live in a different world from the lowly folk outside. That is the state of the Stormwind Kingdom. These rotten nobles lost the enterprising spirit of Emperor Soladin's founding days long ago. Now they do nothing but bleed the people dry, every moment of every day. In this damned world, who has ever truly cared about those who toil with their faces to the soil and their backs to the sky-the foundations who truly contribute to this nation?"
The Holy Light cleric's words left Llane and Lothar shaken, a faint sense of guilt stirring in their hearts. Llane considered himself a reasonably dutiful king and would occasionally look into the lives of his poorest subjects, but his attention extended no farther than the Stormwind Kingdom. He had never imagined that other places had decayed to such an extent.
His heart clenched at the thought. "Young man, please take us there at once!"
The Holy Light cleric nodded and walked into the Holy Church. Before long, Llane saw several young men like the one they had just met riding tall White Giant Wolves, escorting a silvery vehicle with an iron shell and a distinctly mechanical appearance. It was boxy, with a flat front, and floated in the air. Its overall form possessed a mechanical beauty, resembling a carriage without wheels. Through the transparent black crystal at