The refugee standing at the front couldn't help but look back, as a red-haired young man stepped forward.
"Good day, esteemed Lord Baron, I am Orr Twig, from Gray Feather Village."
The young man bowed respectfully, saying cautiously, "My father was once the village chief. After he died, I led everyone here.
We are willing to farm for you, hoping you would take us in and grant us some food."
"Are there any craftsmen among you?"
Luo De scanned the crowd with his gaze.
"Sorry, Lord Baron, there are no craftsmen. You know… Craftsmen often don't need to flee," Orr explained somewhat bitterly.
Luo De understood this but couldn't help feeling a little regret.
Without any craftsmen, Luo De didn't speak further, instead said directly, "I can provide you with food and shelter, but you must work for me like slaves now.
In three years, if you do well, you can live like freemen."
"Thank you for your generosity!"
