A few coughs came from deep within the alley, like drumbeats accompanying the sound of a horn. Those homeless people who were fortunate enough not to freeze to death in last night's heavy snow staggered like zombies, leaving the first row of footprints in the city today. They knew that today the Holy Temple would surely give special treatment to these poor souls, and they might also have a chance to receive an extra portion of food for their deceased family members and companions.
Kuboert knelt on the ground, silently praying toward the east where the sun rises, and then instructed the soldiers outside to give his breakfast to the first poor person they met. Although he still had quite a few coins, there was no food to be bought on the market. Sometimes he wished he could be like those bandits, breaking into the warehouses of wealthy merchants to save more of the poor.
