"This place is safe!"
A commoner led Pistri Hamlet into a shed in the Docklands—only with a roof and walls connecting to the roof, the remaining sides were filled with straw except for the pillars.
This straw was a treasure for the commoner in front.
Even the bed was layered with blankets.
Of course, there were fleas inside.
Pistri stumbled as he was pulled in, still in a state of bewilderment.
Until now, this Young Lion dared not believe his Uncle had actually launched a rebellion.
And certainly, he couldn't believe his best friend had betrayed him.
Why?
Pistri really wanted to shout out loud.
As the Young Lion, Pistri Hamlet, who had mingled with commoners for years, had a bad reputation among the Nobles of the Inner Bay.
Nobles considered this Young Lion as fallen, as one who had forgotten Noble Honor.
In fact, for a long time, he was absent from the Noble salons in the Inner Bay.
This did not bother the Young Lion.
He hated endless banquets and salons.
