Milo returned later than usual because of the robbery and his sudden loss of consciousness. Since he saw the sky darkening, he knew that it would be extremely dangerous to pass through the town with his catch at this time.
During the day, people from the stronghold still came out to maintain order. But at night, those people would return back to the stronghold.
Of course, the people from the stronghold were not doing this with good intentions. They were only worried that if the town got too chaotic, it would affect the manual labor that the refugees were performing.
“Oh, looks like Milo got quite the harvest today!” When Milo ran back into town carrying the cauldron, someone with a dirty face greeted him. It was as though he had not washed his face ever since the day he was born.
Most of the people in town looked like that. On most days, they went to the nearby coal mine to work in exchange for some food.
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