"Knock, knock!"
In the cold night, a continuous and muffled knocking sound rang out, and the young girl who was fiddling with the spinning wheel inside the house raised her head.
The spinning wheel that had been turning instantly stopped, a thin and strong wool thread hanging on it.
Putting down the wooden emblem of the Scythe Brotherhood, Lalor sprang up and suspiciously looked towards the door.
Who would be knocking at the door this late? Could it be that something happened to a member of the Scythe Brotherhood?
The Scythe Brotherhood, the mutual aid organization Ansel established tonight.
Since they were an organization formed for the harvest, they received majority recognition through a vote.
"Papa?"
Lalor gently patted his daughter's head reassuringly: "Stay in the house, keep spinning, don't come out."
The frail girl nodded: "Okay."
