Dozens of people crammed the road around the entry, mostly adult. And in their center were two groups of people. The first is a little girl with a boy that seemed injured behind her. The other is a group of black-clothed foreigners.
Between the group was standing an old man around sixty, he was the manager of Milena’s Silver Swan Inn. His back was shielding the two children.
“Old Man, you should not interfere with our business here.” The black-clothed foreigners’ leader spoke.
“Sir, I would not interfere in your business was nothing to do with my business.” The old man said with a humble smile.
“We will compensate you for this inconvenient, but first, move! Those rats are runaway slaves of our Master!”Read more