The New Arcadina
It was his, all his.
Looking at the Winterland through his window, Sebastien felt it was good for these lowly peasants to slowly develop their wealth.
So that when the time was rope, he could swoop in and collect it all.
Heh.
Peasants trying to break the poverty cycle was the most absurd thing he ever heard.
If they were smart, they would stay in their lane and never challenge him when he takes the throne.
He, Sebastien, wasn't as weak as William.
Anyone who dares talk back will get executed without haste.
It was a hard-known fact that killings brought about fear, and fear brought about Obedience.
Obedience was what he wanted, and not their silly trust.
They were now passing through a town called Damascus.
It was a small but prominent town that had its unique charm.
"In 3 more hours, the darkness will cover the land," Sebastien noted. "We stop here for today."
"Sure, you're the boss."