That's what she said, but her heart pounded with anxiety, completely unsure if this fabled better future truly existed.
Along the way, they had heard too many promises, but almost all of them had turned out to be empty. Some places even lured people in with the promise of work, only to enslave them.
But now, they had no other choice.
Belinda obediently nodded, trying to stand on her tiptoes as she looked curiously toward the front of the line.
Inside the town gate was a long table. A young and exceptionally beautiful female Knight in bright silver Armor sat behind it, focused on registering the refugees.
But the line of refugees was incredibly long, with new ones joining from time to time, so even though she worked quickly, the line shortened at a snail's pace.
Suddenly, an enticing aroma of food drifted through the air.
The family of three, who had once been comfortably well-off, immediately recognized it. It was the smell of white bread—freshly baked white bread.
