In the main hall, silence enveloped the space, everyone standing solemnly. On the throne, Noah, wrapped in a blanket, felt a tinge of embarrassment, his face slightly flushed. No choice—I have no clothes. This is the only way. But they can't see me… The system's got it covered.
He glanced at Steward Zhao Yu, whose tattered clothes mirrored his own. In the hall, only they lacked proper attire. Below, everyone else wore new, elegant outfits, different from yesterday, each intricately designed and clearly expensive.
The hall remained silent.
System, what's my image now?
System: Your image remains majestic, unchanged.
Good!
Taking a deep breath, he spoke sternly.
"Everyone, the weather has turned cold for three days. Keep yourselves warm."
Below, the group exchanged glances, silent, offering no objections.
"Who among you has been recognized by the token?"
Two stepped forward, a man and a woman.
"Manor Lord, this junior is Iron Liu. This junior is Luna Fiona."
Iron Liu, a tall, sturdy youth with sharp features, carried a massive hammer on his back. Beside him stood Luna Fiona, her graceful figure vibrant, her fair skin glowing, her face charming.
"Only two, huh?"
"You two, help the others gain their tokens' recognition soon. You can also sit under the banyan tree in the courtyard—your thoughts may clear there."
The crowd below brightened, their postures relaxing, bowing in unison.
"Thank you, Manor Lord, for your grace!"
..
First, I need to address the manor's food and clothing shortages. Even if they brought some belongings, it won't last long.
Silence reclaimed the hall. This group…!!
Their clothing styles varied, distinct from yesterday. The intricate patterns and fine fabrics screamed wealth. Everyone's dressed like this. Could it be…
"Right, do you all have spare clothes? I haven't left the mountain in ages and don't know current fashion. I'd rather not create too much difference between us."
Luna Victor stepped forward.
"Manor Lord, this junior has some spare garments. If you don't mind, you can use them."
He offered a white robe with flowing golden threads, styled like a noble's attire. Exquisite.
"Good, I'll take it. If you face any difficulties, come to me or Steward Zhao for help. Oh, give a set to Zhao as well—he needs it."
Zhao Yu spoke up.
"All shall be as the Manor Lord commands."
Luna Victor responded.
"Thank you, Manor Lord."
From the throne, Noah scanned the group, pausing at Zhao Yu with a smile.
"Alright, I entrust your clothing and living needs to Zhao Yu."
…
"Zhao Yu, I trust this isn't too hard for you."
Before Zhao could reply, Noah continued sternly.
"Now, I'll announce the three unyielding rules of this manor. First, no slaughtering innocents or acts against morality. Second, no fighting, robbing, or bickering among yourselves. Settle disputes in the manor's arena. Third, as long as you follow these rules, this manor will always protect you, even if the world outside crumbles. Understood?"
The group exchanged looks, then shouted in unison.
"Understood!"
Their voices echoed decisively.
I nailed that speech. I'm a natural leader.
"Good. Keep it up. I'll take my leave."
Clutching the new clothes, he returned to his room.
Zhao Yu gazed at the retreating figure of the mysterious, powerful Manor Lord. Sigh. He turned to the group of mortal princes and princesses.
"We lack sufficient food and need to replenish. Who among you can cook, garden, chop wood, or hunt? Step forward. We must divide tasks to sustain the manor. Also, I recall you brought no supplies yesterday."
The group fell silent, exchanging glances. The Manor Lord said it's cold, but it isn't. Now this sage acts so strangely. Do they see us all as mere mortals?