"Then why are you still open?" Erin asked in confusion.
"Well... I have to live too," the stall owner said with a bitter smile. "If I don't put up a stall, there's nothing. Before the busy farming season, at least I can exchange for a little."
Erin's cheeks blushed slightly, realizing she had asked a foolish question, and apologized in her heart.
She changed the subject.
"Where do you live?"
"In a nearby village."
"How's it there?"
"Oh," the stall owner waved his hand, unwilling to talk more, "don't mention it... It's chaotic everywhere."
Erin's mood became somewhat complicated.
"Sir Knight," the stall owner suddenly gathered courage and asked expectantly, "Do you know... when they will leave?"
Erin looked at the soldiers' cold backs, silent for a moment.
She placed a small bag of copper coins on the stall: "It should be soon. Take it, I'll take all the apples."
