A Mediated Invitation

As the sun set, the afterglow dyed the entire city blood-red.

The beggar army began to clean the streets of corpses. They didn't mind the dirtiness or weariness, and they moved all the bodies outside the city.

And they also had people spread the news in the city that they hoped the families of the deceased would come to claim the bodies, and if no one claimed them, they would bury them all and erect a nameless monument.

Although the news spread, a large number of soldiers were buried by nightfall, and not many people came to claim the bodies.

This was quite normal. Now that the city of Delpon was changing its ruling banner, everyone understood that the mayor's family was considered finished, and it was up to the Golden Sons to decide whether they should live or die.

In this situation of uncertainty, who dared to rashly meet with the Golden Sons, who took hold of authority—what if this was a trap?

The bright moonlight shone on the castle.