Moros & Ilumia
Lucien offered a warm smile, aiming to be approachable. "No problem, Mr. Colton. As Village Chief and a fellow human being, it's my duty to assist those in need."
Moved by Lucien's kindness, Colton leaned forward earnestly. "Thank you! Thank you so much! I thought I was going to die in that mist. Thank you for saving me," tears streamed down his face as he expressed his gratitude.
Lucien sighed, exchanging a concerned glance with Gibson, who appeared uneasy all of a sudden. "What is the Dusk Merchant Alliance?" he whispered to his advisor.
"My Lord... That's the name of the merchant group that consistently purchases our crops at low prices," Gibson replied, his expression crestfallen.
Lucien clenched his fist and jaw, struggling to contain his emotions. "Is this man part of the merchant who bought our crops?"