"Thank you, Lord Bard."
Sylvester handed over a bag of money to a textile shop in the market. "Prepare yourself. You will need to work harder to make money now. Don't spend it on foolish things."
He advised as many shop owners as he could. In one glance, he knew which one would heed the advice and who would soon be a beggar.
The entire northern Gracia would soon suffer from high poverty; Sylvester knew it. If the Holy Land and the rest of Gracia Kingdom didn't help them, people would die from hunger or worse, a plague could start.
He slowly made his way back to the castle as once again he was to say the prayer to the dead. This time he wondered if he was an extraordinary case of reincarnation because if everyone gets reincarnated, then that would mean no new people get born. It's all just recycling.
So that begged the question. 'Why me?'
