Hunting

Reiner had left Count Puston in the Imperial Capital to maintain order. Although the Imperial Capital looked somewhat desolate under the effects of the war, it remained orderly.

Squads of fully armed soldiers patrolled the streets. More than a month had been enough for the lightly wounded soldiers to recover, and they had donned their armor again to do whatever they could.

It had to be said that these soldiers had made a tremendous contribution to restoring some prosperity to the Imperial Capital. They had obtained a great deal of loot on the battlefield, and after exchanging it for money, every one of them had a fortune on hand.

Whenever they had no assignments, the soldiers would take their money to the taverns and drink themselves senseless, or find a lady to spend a wonderful bit of time with.

Currency was still quite valuable. Just two copper coins could buy a whole day of drinking at a tavern, and one more copper coin was enough to find a lady to spend time with. Quite a few soldiers had obtained loot worth several gold coins on the battlefield, so a little recreation was nothing to them.

Time passed quickly. While Reiner led the army on a full day's march and was making camp to rest, order in the Imperial Capital was also being strictly maintained.

The Imperial Capital was utterly silent beneath the night sky. There was not a single person on the streets. If not for the occasional glimmer of faint light from a window, the place would have looked like a terrifying ghost town.

Aside from the soldiers patrolling at night, there was no one and no living creature on the streets. The curfew was the best way to maintain order, effectively preventing certain ill-intentioned people from joining forces