The next day, Ethan Dawson came by again. He didn't look well.
"My patrols have been slacking off. I only found out after investigating—they haven't patrolled the mountains for a whole week."
Evelyn Ford didn't say anything. Ethan Dawson continued, "I went to check yesterday. The footprints definitely came from the direction of Fairgate. They're probably refugees, and they might be living in the caves. Based on the tracks, I'd say there are four of them, all adult men over 1.7 meters tall."
"The problem is with my management." Ethan Dawson's brow was furrowed. To be honest, he didn't know where things had gone wrong either.
"I've already had my men set off stink bombs in the mountains. They won't harm anyone, just serve as a warning." 'The refugees outside have it rough, too,' she thought. 'If I were in their shoes, I'd also want to sneak into a farm and loot it.'
Evelyn Ford was a little curious. "How are you dealing with the ones who neglected their duties?"
