Never mind one hundred thousand people; even one hundred thousand pigs would be more than he could handle.
Even though the situation here had already reached this state, it still couldn't stem the continuous flow of arriving refugees. They dragged their families along, pushing wooden carts laden with all their belongings, clinging to hope for Totnes.
Lance couldn't bear to watch anymore and couldn't be bothered to intervene. He had quickly realized that such emotions were futile and duly corrected his mindset.
He didn't have the right to any enjoyments, so naturally, he didn't need to bear any responsibility for these refugees. In simple terms—who the hell do you think you are? What's your status? What damn business of yours are the Empire's great affairs?
He only needed to follow his own rhythm: develop the territory, then accumulate strength to go trouble his ancestor. As long as his ancestor lived, he would not have a day of peace.
