Chapter 262: Rinella’s Destiny is Her Own (55)
Even though I had been drinking since early dawn, my father did not reprimand me. He merely suggested we take a walk in order to clear the stench of alcohol.
I walked silently with him as we left the manor.
The streets were crowded with people with anxiety etched on their faces. They were all busy making shabby bundles of their belongings.
Even though they lived in the center, they were still residents of a rural territory.
Their household goods were,at best, of mediocre quality.
Yet, each item bore the marks of their sweat and blood. They couldn’t bear to leave them behind, so they wore distressed expressions.
They likely wanted to leave while still holding onto the traces of their lives.
But the remaining time was too short for that.
Usually, when my father went out for a stroll, a crowd would gather.