The Army Move out!

Marcel stood there, upright with perfect form, watching as the leader of the guards he was talking to ran off in the other direction.

He couldn't hold in his anger; he wanted to burst out shouting. Never had a situation like this occurred before.

'Where are the lavish gifts, the commendation food, the royal treatment I get when I visit other towns and cities?' Marcel thought.

Being a messenger for the king was one of the most luxurious jobs one could have. It was even a position that Pagna warriors had to respect.

At times, Marcel even enjoyed ordering around those arrogant warriors, knowing full well that they were unable to say anything directly to him or harm him.

Maybe kingdoms and empires looked the other way when the general public was hurt, but for a man of such high status, that wasn't the case.

However, no matter how much he wanted to shout and scream, there was now no one to shout and scream at.