The young guard scratched his head, feeling as though his brain simply couldn't keep up anymore.
But the refugee before him had cried himself hoarse, and there was no faking such genuine emotion.
What ordinary person in the Wasteland had acting skills that godlike?
Besides, who would dare joke about the deaths of Winterhold Knights?
Did they have a death wish?
"Could it be..."
The older guard rubbed the stubble on his chin, and his mind suddenly filled in a "reasonable" chain of logic.
"Could it be that these important men from Winterhold simply had bad tempers?"
"That beneath their arrogant, cold exteriors, they actually had pure hearts sworn to defend the Wasteland to the death?"
"Yes! That must be it!"
The old guard slapped his thigh, a trace of guilt and respect even appearing in his eyes:
"We misunderstood them!"
"Fighting the Abyss's encroachment on the front lines year after year must have put them under unimaginable mental strain. That's why their tempers were so bad!"
"But when it came to matters of right and wrong, when they faced the Cultists, they still upheld the virtues of Knights. They refused to retreat a single step, even in death!"
"They were true heroes!"
As the townspeople listened to the old guard's imagined explanation, which forcibly painted the Knights in a better light, they actually all nodded in wholehearted agreement.
There was no other way to explain why those foul-tempered Knights had died defending Fog Town!
Standing at the back, [I'm Not Jiahao] watched these NPCs frantically talk themselves into believing it.
He fought to keep the corners of his mouth from curling upward and silently gave their imaginations a huge thumbs-up.
Perfect.
In the business of making money, the most successful marketing gets the suckers to convince themselves.
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