The north wind howled, and the leaden clouds hung low. The guards at the city gate were freezing despite wearing thick clothes. This was especially so for their faces. They either felt a stinging pain as if they had been scraped by a knife, or their muscles were already numb and cold.
Although the sky was dark like it would be before an impending storm, it was ultimately morning—daytime in every sense of the word. This made the guards less vigilant.
As they swept their gazes, they saw faces that were so numb that they didn't look like living people. It was as if they were facing a group of statues that were completely inept.
"I wonder when the other slave hunters from First City will rush over… It won't be good if this continues." The junior officer with a pistol hanging from his waist walked back and forth at the city gate and casually said, "If more people die, a plague might erupt."
