"Wait a moment."
Everyone looked toward the crowd, only to see a young man trying to break free from the Night Watchers blocking him: "I have something to say."
At this time, say what?
Mitney recognized who it was, thought for a moment, and smiled: "Carl, let your men allow him through."
The Night Watchers soon released him, and the young man straightened his clothes and strode rapidly toward the center of the square.
Liborole widened his eyes, watching the man slowly emerge from the crowd.
He wasn't tall, wearing a clean farmer's coat, and had a felt hat on his head.
Those once troubled eyebrows stood straight, and the eyes that were timid and confused the first time they met now shone with anger and determination.
"Rangbang?"
"It's me."
"You want to debate with me?" Liborole found it hard to believe, with a hint of amusement.
