I Become a Landlady in the Game World

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, they would stay.

Upon realizing this, complex emotions surfaced on many faces.

Could the territory truly have ways to keep them here?

Next, silence fell upon the Tavern as many people started to drink heavily, letting the burn of the alcohol ease the bitterness in their hearts.

Just as the Tavern quieted down, some people burst in, reporting the latest news.

"Lord has come out, and he's asking us to gather at the square, he has something to say to us."

"Hurry, let's go! There are many Nobles besides the Lord, it looks like a significant event!"

"It must be related to the recent changes in the territory, I need to see this for myself."

"Let's go! Together!"

"I hope it will be some good news."

"We haven't confirmed the news we just heard! Come on! Let's find out."

"..."

Many still harbored that last shred of fantasy, and they followed the crowd to the scene one after another.

In the crowd, Milovan watched as everyone hurried off and blended in with them, but midway, he slipped into a side path.

By the time he reemerged, he had taken on a different face.

Yes, just before entering the Tavern, he had taken a Transformation Potion and given himself a new face.

Once he was done, he would change back to his own.

Even those of a much higher Level would not be able to detect a trace.

Immediately, Milovan swiftly made his way to the square.

At this point, the square was teeming with people.

But in reality, as most of the crowd arrived, many noticed that the number of Residents and soldiers maintaining order had indeed diminished.

Before, these discrepancies might have gone unnoticed, but after undergoing a mental storm, many things became magnified, and the trickery became evident.

Amidst this uneasy atmosphere, Milovan had already met up with Rete in their true appearances.

"How's it going?" Milovan asked in a low voice.

Rete responded with a sign of completion and said, "Don't you trust me? Those Professionals got really excited when they heard, and without need for my persuasion, they immediately contacted many of their Companions. News spread quickly between Professionals. How about you?"

"In the Tavern, most were solitary mercenaries. Although the news didn't spread as fast, they are also greatly concerned about this matter," Milovan reported directly.

After sharing their situations, they couldn't help but exchange a knowing glance, a hint of a smile flashing in their eyes, and they both slipped into the crowd like brothers in arms.

Once they blended in, a silent gesture from above commanded the crowd to quiet down.

With the gesture, silence swept across the venue instantly.

And up above, Viscount Robin, gazing at the noticeably shrinking crowd of Residents, couldn't help but feel a blockage in his heart.

Damn Hope Village.

If it weren't for it, he wouldn't have suffered such losses.

More than three thousand people!

Including nearly two thousand Professionals, cultivating so many Professionals in a territory required so much time and effort! It was nearly impossible to rebuild in a short time.

In the time to come, massive amounts of manpower, financial resources, and materials would be needed to recover to the original state.

As Viscount Robin ruefully observed the crowd below, Foster coughed softly on the side.

Hearing the cough, Viscount Robin's attention snapped back, and then looking down at the crowd that was eagerly waiting on him, he finally spoke.

"My dear Residents, yesterday, our territory suffered a tremendous disaster. Seduced by malicious individuals, some within our borders have fled. I am deeply pained by this, but we must rally our spirits to face this crisis. At this critical moment, I ask all of you to stand united, to overcome this difficulty with the territory," Viscount Robin, as a Noble, was certainly adept in his address.

At this moment, he was willing to set aside his pride.

If he was going to do it, he was going to do it well.

Indeed, the people below, seeing him in this state, were genuinely moved.

As a Lord, so humbly appealing to them, it was evident that he truly wanted to manage the territory well.