Neum, Moon God Church.
"The situation is already beyond our ability to handle."
Isidor's expression was serious. The surface of the solemn and exquisitely crafted priest's robe still retained strands of silvery white sacred glow, under the moonlight, giving a divine aesthetic.
However, paired with his currently pale, bloodless face, slightly trembling fingertips, and the sheen of sweat on his forehead, it presented a stark contrast.
"You are to immediately block the nearby streets with your men, evacuate the civilians, and at the same time send someone to the city hall to contact Mr. Wakefield."
"Although it's not solely dependent on increasing numbers to solve it, we need a large number of guards to maintain order in the city and deal with possible unrest."
Facing this, the middle-aged man dressed as a sheriff, who stood in front of him with lingering drowsiness in his eyes, couldn't help but frown and say:
"At this critical juncture, wanting to mobilize city defense..."
