Before long, under the close watch of Nalant's subordinates, the Bach Allied Forces prisoners began filing out of the camp in long lines.
Yet when they saw the state of these extraordinary knights, Duke Bick, Duke, and the others could not help twitching at the corners of their mouths.
This was the ten gold coins a day you claimed to spend on meals?
Were you sure you had been feeding these extraordinary knights well every day?
Every Bach Allied Forces prisoner was now gaunt and sallow, with little spirit left in them.
Unless one was a fool, anyone could tell at a glance that these soldiers had not been eating well.
And there was no need to doubt it—Nalant truly had not let these extraordinary knights eat their fill every day.
Though he was kind and compassionate, he was no fool.
With tens of thousands of prisoners, if he fed them lavishly every day and let them eat and drink their fill, who could say whether they might cause trouble?
After all, there were more than sixty thousand extraordinary knights here. If they stirred up trouble, Storm Territory would definitely suffer.
Thus, Nalant had set the rations for these ordinary prisoners at one piece of black bread a day, enough to keep them from starving to death.
Of course, in order to accept those ten gold coins with a clear conscience, Nalant would still hand out a meal of meat soup to these fellows every week.
"Cough, cough. Lord Bick, Lord Duke, look, I've treated these Bach extraordinary knights quite well. They have suffered no abuse whatsoever. They only look a little shabby because they have been in this camp for too long!"
Duke Bick, Duke, and the others were even more speechless upon hearing this.
Still, Nalant was speaking