The exiles’ dull eyes were filled with fear even though Munke wasn’t there; his employees were enough to frighten them.

Henry looked murderously at the employees.

Wince. The five employees didn’t dare to raise their heads because they knew they were guilty.

“How despicable…”

It was a short but frightening remark. The employees were all terrified because they’d witnessed what had happened to Munke.

Henry continued to speak to the soldier. “Are you going to stay here?”

“What…? O-of course?”

“I will report back to Chief Vhant, so why don't you go back to the checkpoint and leave this place to me?”

“A-ah… Alright…”

The lazy soldier got the hint. He counted the number of the exiles once more and slowly began to exit the Exile Village. As soon as the soldier left, Henry ordered the employees in a cold tone, “Move.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

The frightened employees quickly started to unload the supplies from the carriage. The villagers tried to help the employees as they always did, but Henry blocked their path and kindly said, “You can stay put, they...