Finally, the funeral ended after having lasted for over three hours. The body of the King was laid to rest behind the city hall. Benjamin instructed his subordinates to clean the City Square. As for himself... he turned around and got into a disguise before slipping into the crowds, off to afflict those few troublemakers.
"Who instructed you guys to come?"
In a remote alley in Worchester, he kept those few religious fanatics there and asked them condescendingly.
Those few believers were all squatting on the ground, their bodies trembling slightly. They lifted their heads to look at Benjamin with gritted teeth, with expressions that shifted continuously between terror and hostility. Someone tried to yell for help, but his voice had been sealed inside the alley by a layer of water film, unable to get through in the slightest bit.
