"The city guards, the patrol bureau, and the police officers all have our people. There's a chance... there's a chance."
"Hah..." The Big Man sneered at the words.
"Nobility?"
"What will they do after the city falls?"
"They are not afraid of the city falling," Cesar spoke. "According to the pact set by the various countries, being a noble means that even if captured on the battlefield, they can be ransomed back to freedom. Moreover, after the city falls, they can still leave. This place, after all, is not the front lines. The number of Kolon soldiers coming in won't be too great. Every noble family has its own guards, and the general probably wouldn't bother with these tough nuts to crack."
The Big Man was speechless.
Today's nobility have already become corrupt. They don't care who wins or loses the war between nations, only about themselves. As long as there is sufficient benefit, they wouldn't hesitate to betray their country, or even sell their souls and their faith.
