At night, the nobleman could no longer maintain even a shred of dignity.
He sat inside the ruined house, thinking about where he could get food.
At the same time, his entire body was growing drowsy.
But at this moment, he did not dare fall asleep at all.
It was too cold.
He had not found any fuel either, so he could not start a fire.
The temperature was too low.
Once he fell asleep, he might never wake up again.
The pressure of survival had left him unable to think of anything else.
"Tomorrow, I have to find a job that pays daily. No matter what kind of work it is, I'll do it."
"As long as I can find a job and get even a little food."
"I can survive the remaining days."
Two days of the week had already passed. Five days remained.
As long as he had food and found some fuel to start a fire.
He could endure the remaining five days through sheer toughness.
Trying to make him die...
"Impossible. If it comes down to it, I can still use some special methods." The nobleman looked into the distance, where a few faint flames still flickered through the windows.
Clearly, although the Lower District lacked resources, there would always be some people who could obtain them and survive.
"If I can't obtain resources, then when necessary, I can take other people's resources!" The nobleman carefully considered the feasibility of this.
As a nobleman, robbery might damage his dignity, but he would only be robbing lowly people from the bottom of society.
So what if he lost a little dignity?
In any case, he would never consider it a moral issue.
When he woke up the next day, he moved his stiff body and prepared