Chapter 13: Amidst the Fog and Haze (Part 1)

"Sir, all the goods have been packed. Last night's 'support materials', including seven cows, twenty sheep, a packhorse, and other miscellaneous things, have all been recorded in your account book and packed." Butler Karim was wearing a decent cloth shirt, but his expression was very depressed. No one would be happy to enter the North. They stood on the city wall and looked into the distance. There was only gray fog except for the gray fog connected to the sky. It's not that he didn't think about running away, but Field didn't give him any chance. Slave soldiers such as Bobcat, corrupted by money, have completely become Field's diehards. Cam dared to guarantee that as soon as he ran, he would be killed by those damn lackeys, and then Field would reward them with a silver coin. Damn lackeys, corrupting their souls for money, even their lives are gone, the butler cursed in his heart. Slaves are like this, as long as you give them a little hope and preferential treatment, they dare to sacrifice their lives.