Chapter 373 Book 7 Recruitment Notice
The air in the temporary headquarters—a sturdy, repurposed granary on the outskirts of Farhan village—was thick with an almost palpable tension. It was a tangible pressure, not of fear, but of anticipation. Lord Feng, the Governor's envoy, sat across from Li An, his silk robes rustling slightly as he shifted. Despite his composed posture, the faint lines of exhaustion etched around his eyes and the subtle tremor in his hands betrayed the desperation of his position. The banners of the provincial army, now tattered and muddy, were a humiliating, recent memory for him, a testament to the unyielding spirit of the new militia composed of mere villagers.
"Miss Gu," Lord Feng began, his voice a smooth baritone, though it lacked its usual authoritative edge. "Let us dispense with the pleasantries. My lord, King Baran, has sent me here with a clear and concise proposal."
