As Thanh Van crept closer, a gut-twisting stench reached him. He quickly covered his nose, trying his best not to gag.
Next to the throne, a long dining table had been set up, and spread over the surface, were bowls of rotten fruit, jugs of wine, baskets of moulding bread - and the culprit of this scenario -
A half-eaten, roasted piglet.
Ahhh, you fucking pig… Weren't you the one to lead the destruction of all the meat supplies?
Greedy fucker. Serves you right.
Thanh Van clicked his tongue in disgust as he scanned over the trays of half-eaten food before turning away. He had seen enough.
The archbishop looked like a bloated pig corpse floating down a river as he rested against the throne.
The man had been feasting on meat while the rest of the villagers starved and lived on dry bread and roots. Like a greedy pig.
How ironic that such a piece of shit died by consuming a piglet.
