North of the holy city, this place was comparable to the squirrel street of Nolan’s past.
That was where the poor people who migrated from all over lived. In the era of the pope, these poor people should have been driven away by the Holy Army, but they were still kept here under the advice of the SAINTESS.
A temporary area where the poor people gathered was set up outside the city wall of the holy city.
Myrcella hid in a corner of the holy city and stared at Helolia who was wearing a hood in the distance.
The season of the holy city was approaching the end of winter, and the city was actually far less prosperous than Nolan. Therefore, the poor people on the edge of the city were basically on the verge of enduring the cold winter and hunger.
“Everything will be fine now.”
A pale golden light overflowed from Gloria’s hand and healed a poor man’s frostbite. Then, she gave him a kind smile.
