Chapter 11

After setting up a camp for them to rest, Brockley lit a bonfire to provide some warmth to the surroundings. He would sleep outside while Riley slept inside.

However, Riley couldn't sleep. She sat beside Brockley watching the fire before them. “I want to talk to you, Brockley. I wonder why you care so much about those two beggars?”

Brockley took a sip of the warm water and then said, “Even though I've never felt what they feel, I'm trying to taste it. It hurts. I make sure they feel the pain in their hearts when they are insulted, insulted, laughed at, sent away. I imagined if I were in their position. Therefore, I can't bear to see people being wronged."

After a moment of silence, he continued, “And I don't like those market guards even more. If they've gone too far, I might fight with them. I've read a lot of stories of mass killings and massacres, so when I see people just being insulted, it's normal for me.”

According to Brockley, blood was created to be shed. And land was cre