Hawk, Roland, and Betta left.
The crowd of beggars and commoners dispersed, leaving only the gesticulating nobles at a distance. These well-dressed high-class figures let out boisterous waves of laughter from time to time.
It seemed that the death of the young nobleman had given them great pleasure.
Roland looked for a moment at the small group of nobles, sighed a little, and then walked to the front of the two young nobles.
Watching the two teens cry bitterly as they held the body of their eldest brother in their arms, Roland waited until they had no more strength to cry, no more tears to shed, and said slowly, "What family are you guys from? Where are your parents?"
The young nobleman had been dead for a long time now, and even his two younger brothers had come running to him. There was no reason why their parents wouldn't have heard the news.
Upon hearing Roland's words, the boys looked up at him.
