"That must be the young gentleman."
The scholar with the glasses smiled.
He turned and gestured to the civilians behind him, many in the crowd sighed in relief, the weapons they held up were put down.
The atmosphere lightened instantly.
"If it's Mr. Murphy, then we are willing to accept his leadership, to tell the truth, the refuge is about to be overwhelmed, even children can only eat one meal a day."
The middle-aged scholar sighed.
But his reaction astonished Phemys, who asked curiously:
"Why did you so easily hand over leadership when you confirmed it was Murphy? Do you know him?"
"I don't know him! But for the past month, I have been getting food from the same relief point as Mr. Murphy."
The middle-aged scholar with a slight limp adjusted his glasses, and said softly:
