The vagrants looked down on the slaves here, especially after learning that they all came from the Nagaril People.
That deep sense of identification with their current status, one that came from within and from the bottom of their hearts, had disappeared.
In its place was contempt. Although they did not understand that the vagrants were no different from the slaves here, they still looked down on them.
They even felt that these people were meant to be slaves and nothing else.
So when they decided to do something to attract the guards' attention, the vagrant Sage, who was in charge of the entire plan, decided to use the slaves as the other side of the conflict.
At seven-thirty in the evening, the guards began preparing to change shifts.
Their shift change would be completed before seven-forty, leaving roughly five minutes when no guards would be on duty.
Of course, it could not really be called a loophole, because the area without guards was right next to the camp where the guards lived.
Putting aside how long it would take the guards to fill the vacant posts, simply charging in that direction would send them straight into the guards' camp. It was not a good choice.
There was little difference between that and seeking death. Perhaps that was precisely why such an imprecise gap existed during the shift change.
Here, the concept of time was extremely strict—strict to the point of accounting for every minute.
Every day, there were requirements for what work had to be done and how much of it had to be completed by what time.
They could finish early, as long as the work was completed properly and in the required quantity, but they could not delay for too long.
The Nagaril People had a particularly