After the agreement was signed, Lin Qing could, in theory, have headed back that very day.
On the way back to the courtyard, he saw survivors kneeling by the roadside, quietly sobbing, and rows of candles lit in prayer for the dead. Lin Qing hesitated.
After a moment's thought, he made up his mind.
He called over a samurai on duty.
"Please spread the word for me. I'll be staying in Warsaw City for three more days.
"During that time, if anyone was overlooked and hasn't been unpetrified, or if someone developed serious symptoms after being petrified that doctors and medical ninjas can't treat, they can bring them to me. I'll try to help."
The samurai Lin Qing had called over was the very captain who had kicked down his subordinate last night to stop him from slaughtering the petrified.
After hearing Lin Qing out, the captain fell silent for a long while. Then he suddenly removed his helmet and sword, placing them on either side of him. He knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to Lin Qing.
"Get up. I don't like people kneeling before me," Lin Qing said.
The captain pressed his forehead to the ground and said solemnly, "My lord, I'm not kneeling to your rank, but to your noble convictions."
He had seen how respectfully Tokugawa Shingen treated Lin Qing. The fact that someone of that lord's stature showed Lin Qing such deference spoke volumes about Lin Qing's status and standing.
Yet a man of such stature was willing to spend his time helping ordinary people. How could the captain not be moved?
The captain raised his head. Sweat and dirt mingled on his forehead, smudging his clean face, but he didn't care. His bright eyes were filled with respect.
"Thank you from the bottom