Everyone on the third floor and higher went to hide in their caves. Unfortunately, the slaves on the first and second floors couldn’t do the same. Even if they were to hide, it would be in vain because the king and his subordinates were targeting them.

“Um… ain’t he targeting us?”

“Is he here to get revenge for the knights who died?”

“Damn it all! It’s not too late yet! We have to tell them what we saw that night!”

“You cannot do that,” said an old man. When the old man with a cane stepped into the plaza, the slaves bowed their heads in respect. He was the oldest person on the Farm, and he was also known to be the wisest. 

People would usually become stubborn and self-centered as they grew older, but he was an exception. Therefore, the old man had become an unofficial arbitrator among the slaves. The slaves would go over to them for his wisdom and knowledge. 

Naturally, many people admired him. 

“Elder, what does that mean?” The man who had been insisting that they should go and report hit his own chest with frustration. “Can’t you see them up there? They’re armed and prepared to massacre us.” 

“As humans, we must repay the kindness we were shown.”  The old man looked at the other with his deep eyes. “We are not being treated like humans here, but that doesn’t mean...