Sylvester did not react shocked. He already knew that he'd find situations like these. He had seen similar things in his previous life as well. Any wartorn country had such conditions. Humanity had the ability to do the worst and, at the same time, be the kindest. But, the latter was rarer than the first.
"In our case, there isn't much we can do to help them either," Sylvester concluded and just saw the filthy transactions take place. There was no law; there was no god. All that was there was a facade.
Archbishop Nelson sighed and got down from the carriage, and started walking towards a group of kids that were too young to partake in anything that was going on there. They simply saw their parents go around.
They were wary of the Archbishop at first, but when the old man took out what looked like sweet candies, they all swarmed him like bees. They gathered around him and held onto his leg. Some tried to climb him up as well since the old man was too tall.
