Chapter 3: The Magic of Fish and Loyalty
The next morning, after last night's "chicken soup" baptism, there was a noticeable change in the knights' mood.
They were no longer just mechanically carrying out tasks; their movements were quicker, and there was a hint of fighting spirit in their eyes.
Some began actively checking equipment, some discussed the situation in the North, and some even started thinking about how to defend the camp.
Although Vaerik's promises seemed so distant.
But compared to numbly waiting for death, having a goal to chase was much better.
Of course, Vaerik knew that a passionate speech alone couldn't completely change their mindset.
Without tangible benefits, morale would quickly dissipate again.
He needed to immediately provide real interests to let these knights see genuine hope.
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Above the ice river, the cold wind was biting.
The knights looked at the thick ice layer beneath their feet, exchanging puzzled glances.