Helena slightly shifted her rounded hips sitting in the middle of the soft cushion of the carriage.
She leaned against the edge of the carriage, her gaze following Lorenzo's line of sight.
Helena's amber eyes were wide open.
In Helena's view.
Dense figures arranged into a phalanx, stood firm in front of the two-story high manor castle.
Perhaps because there was someone delivering a speech.
A wave of shouts and responses occasionally erupted from the phalanx crowd.
The sound was so loud, the momentum so grand...
Helena had never witnessed something like this!
Strong curiosity emerged in Helena's mind.
The Morgan Town of Lord Lynn actually had so much labor force?
Upon entering Morgan Town by carriage, Helena saw the number of farmers easily exceeding three to four thousand!
They were reclaiming arable land, digging canals, and so forth.
Besides these farmers at work.
In front of that manor castle, there were so many figures standing.
Soon.
