Such a scene, truly moving.
Seeing Tristan Reid like this, the onlookers couldn't help but shed tears.
After all, he was so young, the new mayor just a few days into his term, and died saving others, leaving people with feelings of regret.
"Old Mayor, they caught the arsonist."
Suddenly, someone yelled.
A few villagers appeared, escorting a young man out of the crowd.
The young man looked under thirty.
His clothes were filthy.
His hands were held behind his back, and he was hunched over.
His entire face showed sheer terror.
"Did you start the fire?"
Tristan Reid got up from the ground, approached the restrained man, and asked.
"I... that..."
The young man's voice trembled, and he seemed at a loss for words.
"I'm asking you, did you start the fire or not?"
Tristan Reid questioned sternly again.
This time, he startled the young man.
His knees went weak, and with a thud, he sat on the ground, crying, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I really was wrong..."
It seemed.
