Emerging from the bottom of the mud pit, Brown's complexion turned exceedingly grim as he peered through the fence at the cart drivers who continued to arrive one after another.
"Let us in quickly, Rick, I see you, hurry up and open the gate!"
"Help! I don't need my pay anymore, just open the gate quickly."
"The Thorn Merchant told us to come here, and there are merfolk chasing us again, hurry up and open the gate!"
"Little John, I know you're inside, hurry and open the gate for me!"
"The merfolk are coming... "
"..."
He never expected that Bay Territory, which had initiated the attack, actually spared these cart drivers who had no strength to fight back.
They didn't kill them to vent their anger and throw their bodies into the swamp to destroy the evidence.
They also didn't capture them as prisoners to negotiate with the Carlisle family, or to directly turn them into slaves.
But instead, they craftily delivered them to the campsite.
