Squad after squad of Black People prisoners, their faces etched with despair, were escorted to the iron mine in the Kas Mountain Range. What awaited them was a lifetime of contributing to High Cliff Castle's development, until every last drop of value had been wrung from them.
Compared to Harland, the Lord felt he was as merciful as the Holy Light God himself.
After all, in principle, Black People were forbidden from setting foot in Debei due to the King's decree. Unfortunately for that principle, the Lord was the law.
The recently rescued Wilderness People were put to work cleaning up the battlefield. Everything from weapons and equipment to the surviving warhorses was a rich bounty of spoils.
"Lord Levi, what do you plan to do with these ships?" Miriel's eyes shone as she gazed at the massive ironclad ship beneath her feet. If they were all entrusted to her, she could not only make a huge profit for High Cliff Castle but also line her own pockets.
