Nearly a thousand hundred soldiers to plunder two territories in less than four hours. An egregious task to the ordinary men of this world. However, with the aid of the Otherworlders, one territory was already plundered.
But what did it mean to plunder? Plundering meant looting. It meant taking away the prized possessions of everything the village had. The Templars were surprisingly okay with it. The Holy Dynasty were a little less eager.
The innocent villagers left their homes to offer up their stuff, as though knowing what was to happen. They lined-up and awaited their fates. They were lucky none of them were actual plunderers. With every item the helmeted Templars took, they walked away faster with guilt. Whatever their institution had told was irrelevant. It simply wasn't easy for a modern person to steal from a crying child.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you—"
