By mid-March, one could already faintly feel the approach of spring.
For the North Territory, where winter is exceptionally long, this year's spring seems to have come a bit early.
Perhaps the merciful lord himself could no longer bear to see the famine continue to ravage and intends to let the spring ploughing begin early.
But even if the crops are planted now, they must wait until autumn to harvest food.
So, the famine, is destined to claim even more lives of the people of the North Territory.
And it is also destined to cause greater turmoil.
"Chaos is a ladder."
Colin, reading the letter in his hand, looked somewhat amused.
"Is that all it says?" Vera, sitting by his side, asked curiously as Colin paused.
The two of them were having breakfast when the butler, Emon, suddenly handed them a letter they had just received.
The letter was from Ironforge City and was obviously written by Marquis Dawson.
