The siblings looked at the gentle and refined man. Although the man had a friendly face, they couldn't tell why, but seeing his smile sent shivers down their spines.
"Hmm?" the man voiced his doubt.
"You, you speak," the sister said.
"Like this, we have found the base of that group of people. You two siblings should go there and seek asylum with them," the man said evenly, his tone persuasive.
"Just go there directly?" The brother looked at the man incredulously, as if he couldn't believe the man would be so kind-hearted.
"Yes," the man said, smiling.
The siblings exchanged a suspicious glance. They didn't believe this man was so benevolent.
"Sister suddenly said, "Can we not go?"
"That won't do," the man said gently.
Several men approached from the side, their long knives vaguely pointing towards them.
The sister, feeling helpless, could only reluctantly say, "Fine, but I can't guarantee they will accept us. We'll try."