If it were up to him to lead the Guild, he would probably have accepted the reality of being "unable to bear the burden" long ago, and pushed the refugee problem onto the Lord or let it resolve itself.
Although he couldn't reach such heights himself, it didn't stop him from feeling respect for the young white-haired Guild President in front of him. Everyone wishes to have more "good people" around them.
As for the letter...
Edin mounted his horse and rode away from the noisy and chaotic camp. But instead of heading straight for the Duke's estate, he gently tugged the reins, turned his horse's head, and circled toward an area where sparse fungal filaments were already spreading.
He should report to the boss first...
...
Hmm?
The information transmitted into Lin Jun's consciousness made his thoughts pause for a moment.
Managing the fungal mat? Saving refugees?
