"Such audacity! How dare they question the Empire's grand blueprint? Insult the efforts of the frontline soldiers?"
"By Cassius above, without the Empire, how could we ever live such good lives?"
"In the era of the North, such lazy, gluttonous peasants would have starved to death long ago! This guy, not only fails to appreciate His Majesty Cassius's blessing, but even dares to provoke. Truly ungrateful!"
"I think he is clearly a spy sent by Fadlan!"
"Yes, he must be sent by those damn Southerners! If not, then he's the remnant of the Northern Nobility, otherwise, how could he utter such treacherous words?"
"Or... we could just butcher this traitor right here!"
"Right, how can we allow someone like this to stay in the city! He's definitely a spy sent by the Fadlan people!"
The words of the drunken crowd grew increasingly intense, with their gaze towards Martin transforming from initial hostility to anger, and even hatred.
