Reborn Soul Master: The Rogue's Counterattack

Kalia mainly operates in the west. "In the west, it is not that difficult to escort the resistance base in the south."

But the distance from the north to the south is too far. Plus, it's too dangerous to take refugees to the south.

"I wonder where the demons will come from." Cardin and Kalia frowned, seeming to be in a dilemma, and fell into deep thought for a while.

"Let's let the people out first." Soon, Cardan pointed to the prison door and said, Kalia nodded and drew her sword.

The central square of Radomir City. Residents gathered together, looking at someone.

"So Lord. No, that Lord bastard is a demon?"

"Don't waste time, just speak properly!" A man was standing where the residents were asking questions.

He was the drunkard “Mild” who told everyone in the tavern a few days ago that the lord was a demon.

"In fact, I heard that this city is safe, so I fled here with my colleagues." Meird told the residents about his past.

Perhaps because he was not drunk and was sober, his voice was clear and his words were conveyed sincerely to everyone.

I was kidnapped and taken to a city where I was fleeing, and witnessed my colleagues transform into demons.

Until Milder finished speaking, the residents kept quiet and focused on what he was saying.

"But now the lord is gone. No, there are no demons in this city anymore." Mild's shout made the residents tilt their heads and ask back.

"What does it mean?"

"It seems the lord's castle was bombed just now. Could it be that the resistance army or the revolutionary group has arrived?"

"Alive, alive!" Mierde did not answer any questions, and the residents began to describe their hopes randomly. Then Mierde picked up the pot on the ground and hit it hard with a branch.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The noisy people quieted down again. When everything around them quieted down, Milder spoke again.

"Whether it's the Revolutionary Group or the Resistance, that hero rescued everyone in the prison." Mild said, pointing to the huge tent that could be seen in the back.

"All the people in prison are resting inside. If you don't believe this is true, you can go and see for yourself." This time people started arguing in low voices.

"So what now?"

“Who runs this city now?”

"What about the army? Are all the soldiers demons?" Looking at the noisy residents, Mild sighed temporarily and then shouted loudly.

"We have to make a choice now! Stay in this city or leave." Those words silenced all the residents.

It's not easy to say anything. It's dangerous to leave the city, and it's also dangerous to stay in the city.

I was cornered. There was no word "safe" in any of the options.

"I want to leave. I want to leave, but I can't, right?" A middle-aged woman spoke in the silence.

With her words as a starting point, people began to express their opinions.

"A few days ago, a nearby city was reduced to ruins. If this city is not safe either, we won't be able to survive."

"But it's too far to the south. It's not easy to avoid the demons moving."

"I have to take my parents with me. The road is too dangerous."

"If we stay here, we will be beaten to death." Most residents shouted that they wanted to leave the city.

"Since we're going to die anyway, why not die in a familiar place?"

"Although it is a reality that there is no army to defend the city, but." Only a few frightened people uttered words that they had to stay in the city.

"Hello." At this time, the white-haired old man asked Mild.

"Do you have any solution? Or did the benefactor who eliminated the demons in this city give any solution?" Why tell the residents to choose to leave or stay. The old man looked at Mild with hope.

"No, I'm just telling you the current situation in our city. No matter what, we need to make a choice." In response to Mild's answer, the residents sighed and lowered their heads.

Because this is not a situation where Milder can be blamed, it is a situation that requires gratitude, so no one can complain.

And so, as people's faces were filled with despair, Milder looked somewhere uneasily.

At the end of his sight, stood a man in a white coat.

"Kadan. What are you thinking about?" Kalia, who was standing next to Cardan, asked while looking at Mild and the uneasy residents.

"Why ask people what they want? That's reckless, isn't it? We haven't found a solution yet, have we?"

"Residents have to make their own choice. Leave the city, or stay."

"What happens after we make the choice? Is there any way to help? Anyway, the Revolutionary Group can't use this place as a base. It will be difficult to help with evacuation."

The Revolutionary Group is also powerless right now. They are scattered across the kingdom, so it will take time for them to gather together.

The revolutionary groups in the north alone may not have enough manpower.

"But people seem to want to leave this city, what are we going to do now?" Kalia asked depressedly, and Cardin looked at her calmly and answered.

"There is a way."

"Cardan. Do you want to escort them with the Undead Army?" Kalia looked at Cardan in surprise, and Cardan smiled and nodded.

“I can’t do it alone.”

"So? Is there anyone who can help?"

"Yes," Kalia asked, tilting her head, and Cardin answered while looking at the Mercenary Guild building in the distance.

"I remembered I still have a wish ticket."