It was chaos all around the territory, whether it was within the interior walls or the outer ones. After all, the condition of winning the war was to keep most of the attackers from entering the main walls.
In the outer wall, two aborigines were already preparing to leave prematurely. While the regulations would allow them to leave without repercussion if they had lost enough health during the war or a mob, they really didn’t want to stay for much longer—even if it meant their month would be unpaid.
The people here certainly left nothing to miss.
They didn’t want to be ordered around by these jerks any longer. And these people got worse when they caught up with their levels.
While it was shocking—how relatively fast these people leveled up—that was all muted by how arrogant they became afterwards!
Those who were at the bottom of the ladder back when they first arrived now acted as if they were lords in whatever area they were assigned to!
Of course, they had seen worse in the other territories they’ve been in—so that couldn’t be the reason for their premature abandonment.
It wasn’t fear of becoming slaves either. Both of them were residents of towns (they still paid for it monthly), even if they didn’t live there.
Rather, they were leaving because of… curiosity.
At this, they turned to look at yet another fight going on in a nearby street.
The enemy team still had teams comprising of hundreds of people going around, looking for ways over the wall and away from the sentries. While it wouldn’t be easy, their solid teamwork and camaraderie had prevented any deaths even after so long.
If anyone was injured, they’d be healed and protected. During battles, they would defend each other, and their attacks were well-timed and powerful.
This was in stark contrast to the guards hunting them. They were at least twice or thrice the number, yet dying one by one.
And more importantly, the two of them had seen the attackers. There were a few familiar faces there. Those were their heroes! How could they fight them?
And… they couldn’t help but think: what kind of territory did these heroic figures serve so wholeheartedly?
"Where are you going?" Mogi asked Rona, who was also fully packed and ready to go.
Rona pursed her lips, awkwardly looking at the fight, eyes brightening a bit when someone pummeled a guard she found particularly annoying.
She actually didn’t have a home. After registering in a town to protect herself from slavery—paying the monthly temporary residency fee—she just went from territory to territory that hired her. Going to another village would also just risk of the same.
Besides, due to their premature abandonment, they would no longer be under the employ of the Chancery, at least for several moons. This would expose them to various risks that the lack of the chancery’s protection might cause.
The two aborigines watched a bit more before looking at each other. "I’m curious about a place. What about you?"
"I am."
"Shall we take a look?"
"I’m… not sure," Mogi said, conflicted. After all, he could just wait for the war to be over and then take a look after this month’s tenure was done, right?
However, in Xeno, there was a stigma of working for a territory another went to war with. While the territories themselves wouldn’t see this information, the chancery would and then they’d be tagged as questionable hires.
After all, it would mean they had likely betrayed the former territory, and the chancery didn’t take kindly to this at all.
"Shall we go look for their array?"
"And then?" Mogi looked at her, "What if someone was waiting to greet enemies there? Wanna get shot?"
"I…" Rona paused. "I… want to see."
Mogi sighed, "Well, I get your point."
This made the woman look at him with brighter eyes, knowing she was very near convincing this workmate of hers!
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