After listening to Ford's words, Aiden fell into silence.
From his constantly turning eyes, it was clear he was pondering something.
Ford dared not interrupt.
He didn't even dare breathe too loudly, standing quietly waiting.
Luckily, the strange smell in the room gradually dissipated, otherwise, he would have vomited.
Who knows how long it had been.
Aiden's words slowly came, "Now the Bandit Corps has only about sixty people. If I gather all the free people and slaves, what do you think our odds are?"
Ford recalled for a few seconds, "Master, your manor has over two hundred slaves, more than twenty free people, and over fifty followers…"
"If they all can take up weapons and have the courage to fight the bandits, they could naturally annihilate the Bandit Corps!"
"But…"
But those are just slaves!
The daily food only ensures they don't starve, ensures they can work.
How could they possibly have the strength to compare with those bandits experienced in fighting and killing?
