A huge crowd was blocking the road.
They all reached out to Abel earnestly, begging him not to leave.
Most of them were poor people who got jobs and houses thanks to the multi-family group.
However, it was not necessarily the case that only people from the lower classes had gathered.
Even the nobles were moved by the sight of their country changing and were shedding tears.
It felt as if all the people of the Duchy of Crawford had come out in droves.
"Huh… Right."
But rather than joy, a sense of burden came first.
Being loved so passionately by the public meant having an added sense of responsibility.
The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
If he did something wrong, he would be heavily criticized.
They would probably feel extremely disappointed.
'Are you afraid of maggots, so you can't make kimchi?'
Still, it was a path he had to take.
Abel smiled brightly and grabbed people's hands one by one, hugging them and patting them on the back.
