Roman furrowed his brows slightly.
The situation was becoming increasingly unstable.
The plateau and Wandong neighbored the Black Iron Kingdom.
But one was in the north, and the other was on the east.
Their people had actually gathered together and were sold to Sige Town.
The premonition was growing stronger.
War was about to break out!
"Wow..."
At that moment, a weak cry from an infant in the crowd attracted Roman's attention.
He saw a gaunt, white-haired woman frantically covering the child's mouth with her hand, pressing down hard, but as the infant struggled violently, it was futile; the sounds grew weaker.
Roman's frown deepened.
He broke the silence, "Take your hand off!"
The female slave looked up at him, and through the disheveled white hair on her forehead, she saw the young, heroic lord with a serene expression and intense gaze, like that of a hawk.