Turning the street corner, Malin noticed a battlefield, with fallen soldiers everywhere—both from the Revolutionary Army and the Royalist Party. These young lives had used their lives to uphold the beliefs of their lives.
Beside the street corner lay many corpses, and soldiers of the Revolutionary Party were dragging a new batch of nobles to the wall.
"No, you shouldn't do this. These are nobles, respectable gentlemen!" someone shouted loudly from the side, but no one paid attention to him.
Malin watched his back; it was the Bishop of the Goddess of Harvest. He wore a thin robe, and the old man with a face flushed from the cold wanted to rush into the execution ground more than once but was blocked each time by soldiers and commissars.
"Sir! You are a follower of the Goddess of Harvest. You shouldn't disrupt the great plan of His Highness Malin!" the young commissar said loudly here, seeing Malin walking over, so he pushed the old man aside and then saluted Malin.
