"The Lord is asking you a question!"
Chris observed the situation and said in a deep voice:
"I remind you, those unwilling to serve the Lord will all be exiled to the far northern reaches of the Desert to mine!"
"The cold there will freeze your ears off!"
Chris's words were filled with a threatening tone.
The crowd immediately started to stir.
Everyone had heard of the horrors of the far north.
Winters there are cold and long, with bone-chilling winds.
Being exiled to mine there is essentially a torturous death sentence.
"Honorable Lord Luo De, I am willing to serve you."
A pale, frail young man stepped forward.
His expression was tense, and his legs trembled slightly, but he forced himself to stand straight.
Luo De's gaze fell on this frail young man.
"Do you know much about the Moonwolf family's territory?"
