Anfey could clearly tell that Urter lost a lot of weight. Urter was merely a skeleton of now. Anfey felt as if he was holding bonfire sticks in his arms. Urter could not stop shaking. His eyes kept opening and closing. Obviously, it was hard for Urter to even raise his eyelids.
Niya ducked in the carriage. She took a seat next to Anfey, leaning on his shoulder. The wagon stopped. Garrison and mercenaries from the League of Mercenaries were herding the pedestrians, so that they could set up the street barricade.
Anfey saw that Urter could not talk for quite some time. He had to turn around to ask Niya what was happening.
"I do not know what is going on." Niya replied, looking confused. "Urter has been missing for a long time. One day, he suddenly showed up in the marquis' living room. He looked terrible and had lost consciousness. I had to ask soldiers to take him to the room. I did not yet know the horrible things which were going to happen."
