"The teacher says he needs your presence,"
Roman was extremely impatient.
He rose from his seat in front of the loom and called over a woman nearby, asking her to sit there and saying, "Don't be afraid. Just mimic my movements, you can go slower if needed, you'll get the hang of it eventually."
The young woman sat cautiously in the seat Roman had vacated, clumsily pressing the pedals and continuing the unfinished weaving process.
Roman followed Jimmy to the residential area, his weaving factory was built close to the residential area for the convenience of the workers.
From a distance, he could see a large crowd had gathered.
Someone shouted, "Our great Lord has arrived!"
All people quickly cleared a path.
Roman saw that they were surrounding two people, one a disheveled farmer and the other a woman with her clothing in disarray.
Disheveled hair was the norm, as everyone looked like that, which signified poverty and lowliness.
But clothes in disarray were not normal.
