"Are you talking about the knife repair? It seems like it was a year or two ago... At that time, those guys weren't so crazy, they'd even pay for things."
A farmer couldn't help but shrink his neck, whispering tremblingly.
"...I suspect that guy was taken just to make up the numbers. I think I heard someone say the neighboring village has more people, so they need to kill more to make up for it."
"How many... do they need?"
"I don't know, but I heard there's a number."
"Nonsense! Killing people on the King's land, are they crazy?!" Burton couldn't help but interject, not noticing how close he was to biting his lip from trembling.
The crowd exchanged glances, and finally a young man spoke up hesitantly, whispering softly.
"I heard the King's army is also involved, and they're with them... They want to avenge Count Wivert."
This news was like a bucket of icy water, pouring from Burton's head to his feet, almost dousing his soul.
