pertwk Chapter 150 Getting Up
Chapter 150 Getting Up
The situation in Giant Shield City was chaotic, and the knights of the Lake Mountain family naturally split into two shifts to protect the mansion.
At night, Loen led another group of knights on patrol.
Loon sat at the highest point of the mansion, in the attic closest to Erin, while the other knights patrolled the outer walls of the mansion to prevent any unrelated people from sneaking into the Lake Mountain family's mansion.
During the day, Ex would lead a group of people to patrol, maintain the dignity of the Lake Mountain family, stay by Erin's side, and keep in touch with other families.
Of course, Loon also adjusted his "daily routine" during this time, shifting his meditation and spell preparation time to the daytime, and completing all of this during his "rest" time.
"Should we disperse them?" Sir Daryl asked.
Even knights are only made of flesh and blood. They can cut through a formation of dozens or hundreds of people in one go, and they can kill hundreds of people continuously in one go. But just as easily, they may also die from exhaustion or carelessness due to a dagger thrust from the shadows.
Therefore, although the refugees were all unarmed ordinary people, as they gathered in greater numbers and drew closer, Knight Daryl and his men couldn't help but feel a sense of tension.
According to normal custom, as the refugees gradually gathered and approached the Lake Mountain family's mansion, Knight Daryl and his men had already dispersed them with bows and arrows and warhorses, preventing these refugees from gathering in large numbers.
However, Loon was the strongest of all the knights, and the knights who patrolled at night had to obey Loon's orders.
And all these knights knew that Loon was 'kind-hearted'.
Before Loon made it clear that he wanted to disperse the refugees, the knights could not act on their own initiative to disperse them.
Moreover, knights and nobles are ultimately different.
Compared to nobles, knights are closer to the common people. Moreover, just as wizards worry about nobles getting out of control, nobles also worry about knights who wield power getting out of control. Therefore, nobles have always used "virtue" to restrain those knights.
As a result, in most cases, the knights would not easily attack unarmed civilians in front of other knights—especially refugees.
But now, as the refugees drew closer and grew in number, and the consequences of their out-of-control behavior became increasingly severe, Knight Daryl and his companions could no longer maintain their previous bystander stance.
If something really goes wrong, even with Knight Losanda around, he might not be able to handle it!
"Honorable Knight Losanda." After asking, Knight Daryl seemed worried that Loon was still young and did not understand the seriousness of the problem or the danger of the situation, so he spoke up to explain.
"The gathering of refugees is not normal."
"We suspect that someone is instigating the refugees to gather here," said Sir Daryl.
"It's not a doubt, it's a certainty." Loon nodded, agreeing with Knight Daryl and his men's assessment.
Before such a life-or-death situation, most people are selfish—when they find a place to "settle down," they will not publicize it to attract others, but will keep it a secret.
In particular, their "place of refuge" was not a secluded spot, but the mansion of a nobleman.
The more people who come, the greater the probability that they will be driven away by the nobles, and the smaller their chances of surviving in this chaos.
Therefore, these "refugees" would never tell anyone that the area near the Lake Mountain family's mansion was a safe place—in fact, they would unite to prevent other refugees from getting closer, lest the number of people here increase.
But ironically, the number of refugees here is only increasing.
How could there be no one to guide us?
Knight Daryl and his companions were only on the wall, not in the attic, so their view was not wide enough. Therefore, they did not see that in the chaos of the night, there was a group of people in the shadows guiding these refugees to gather near the Lakeside Manor.
"Make sure everyone is ready."
"A battle is coming soon."
These refugees were originally driven here as pawns to test the waters—once their numbers reached a certain point, with just a gentle push, they would storm the Lake Mountain family's mansion, at which point, regardless of the Lake Mountain family's true intentions, they would be forced to enter the game.
And it is clear that the number of refugees is now sufficient.
"Guard the house well and don't let anyone else in," Luo Ang ordered, then nimbly jumped down from the attic, put on his armor, opened the door, and stepped out.
He could certainly wait and see, until those nobles in the shadows made their move.
But why bother?
Knowing full well that once those lurking in the shadows make their move, these gathered refugees will all become victims, why should Luo Ang passively wait until that time comes?
The lives of these refugees were just numbers in the eyes of those nobles, but in Loen's eyes, they were not.
The refugees, who were slowly approaching the mansion, paused as they saw the fully armed knights emerge from the door. Fear filled their faces.
Some mothers also began to sob softly, comforting their children as they did so, afraid that the children would start crying and anger the knight who was going out.
Luo Ang's gaze swept around, and wherever his eyes fell, the refugees there lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.
Sensing the fear and despair in the hearts of these refugees, Luo Ang's heart tightened as well.
He closed the mansion gate and walked forward—as he passed, all the refugees stepped aside, as if afraid of blocking Loen's path.
A dozen or so steps later, an elderly woman with mobility issues appeared in front of Luo Ang—when the crowd was packed, she, being old and frail, and with difficulty walking, did not have time to hide in the crowd.
In an instant, the atmosphere became completely frozen.
In the crowd, someone tried to say something, but was pulled back by others.
The old woman blocking Luo Ang's way looked desperate and tried to walk to the side, but her legs became increasingly unresponsive.
"Sir, please have mercy." The old woman closed her eyes, unable to bear looking at what was happening before her.
Loang, however, continued walking without stopping, calmly bypassing the old woman and moving forward.
Only after Luo Ang had completely left did the old woman's body slump completely, and she was then dragged back by the people around her.
"Mom, it's okay, it's okay."
"We were lucky to have met a truly virtuous knight."