The half-mad sons of Ronan had locked themselves in the dungeons of Snake Catcher Fortress to prevent themselves from losing control and going mad, but also to protect the completely uncommunicative Baron Ronan.
They knew Ronan was no longer the man he used to be, yet they were still willing to contradict everything to guard that crazed shell, even knowing it might be wrong.
Lind had seen such people before.
When Leon City was captured, that toothless legion commander had been just like that.
The vows of guardianship, even without the oversight of All Gods, were still upheld by some.
In the face of such fanatical people, Lind had no good way to reason with them and could only try to find common ground that benefited both parties, persuading them circuitously.
He hoped a noble's reputation might be of some use.
Lind's lord skill: "Give me some face!"
"Hiss~" Above Snake People Outpost, soldiers made strange sounds with their mouths.
