Political Commissar Adam quietly watched the warriors seethe with indignation and talk about how awful the nobles were. That was exactly what he wanted.
Soon, all the squads returned. Most had secured evidence. A few people had refused to testify, but that was fine. Once the trials began tomorrow and the civilians saw that rich people really could be hanged, they would come forward.
By then, the people they had resented for so long would be dragged out, whether their names were on the list or not.
Some had scattered insect eggs across a neighbor's field just because the crops were growing well. Others had poisoned a rival shop out of jealousy, destroying an entire family.
Justice might have come late, but it had come.
That night, the Deepwinter Legion arrested the nobles against whom they had solid evidence. The other names in the notebook were placed under watch. Several sensed trouble and tried to flee, but the Deepwinter Legion turned them back.
If those nobles had been capable of fighting, they would never have let the bandits run wild. All they could do was bully civilians who could not fight back.
As for the wealth they seized, the Deepwinter Legion was not Annan Reeves. They did not touch a coin. They only required the lord to compensate and protect the victims.
The lord had escaped blame and kept the money. How could he ask for more? He agreed at once.
"Don't go back on your word. If we find out you haven't done it, we'll come for you next!" Brino Jana threatened, still far from satisfied.
"I know, I know!" the lord said hurriedly. Protecting a few civilians was nothing. He would even acknowledge Annan Reeves as his father if that was what it took!
Unaware that the lord