"What?"

"Those creatures aren't from Daemonia?"

"The daemons are causing trouble. What are we going to do?"

"Are we all going to die?"

Wilson looked at the chaotic crowd below, unsure how to calm them down without angering Adrian. He swiftly stood up and harshly scolded the younger members of his family.

Adrian nodded, seeing Wilson's attempt to maintain order.

"I called you all here today for a reason, and I'm sure your leaders have already explained," Adrian said.

The Sampsons stopped panicking and answered in unison, "Yes, sir."

"Without rules, there can be no order. If what is said about Forgotten Shore is correct, it will become quite desirable. You, the Sampson family, are fortunate. You're the first guests to arrive here and even have the opportunity to become its owners."

As soon as Adrian finished speaking, the faces of the Sampsons shifted from worry to anticipation for the future. They had initially feared scraping by under the command of a level-nine Venerable Sage