With his blood-crusted hands inserted into the gaps of the tile and ground, Boritz struggled to straighten his back, walking towards the small plaza in the middle with the strong farmers.
As one of the first people to arrive on this island in the lake, Boritz had been working in the dust for two days.
Once a notary of great repute in Falan, a half-jurist, Boritz had never done such labor-intensive work.
Even when he became a refugee and a laborer, his daily life still consisted of being a copyist for others, the hardest times were only marked by wrist pain.
He initially followed the Salvation Army out of fear that once the decree arrived, it would be a massacre for refugees like them. Following these rebels offered a bit of protection.
But later, upon learning that the Salvation Army had somehow gained the protection of the Female Grand Duke, Boritz lamented bitterly, thinking he should have stayed at home instead of getting involved.
