"This is not a town; it's a massive prison."
Looking at the neatly aligned black armored soldiers at the city gate, the pretty mercenary couldn't help but swallow nervously.
"Newcomer, don't say anything reckless later. These soldiers are ruthless killers.
Last time, I saw a young couple trying to escape the town and they were stabbed to death on the spot without any question."
Roke, the shield bearer, shook his head helplessly and lowered his voice, "And there's more.
A young mercenary around your age got into a verbal argument with a gatekeeper, and he too was executed on the spot.
His corpse hung at the city gate for days. I can still hear the mocking laughter of those soldiers."
"And they don't even spare the children...sigh."
On the other side, the middle-aged Priest stopped speaking midway, clasped his hands together and placed them on his chest, striking a praying posture before falling silent.
