An uneasy atmosphere hung over the entire Ilkhan Royal City. From the Royal Family down to military commanders, everyone who held high office and enjoyed wealth and privilege was nervous, wondering who the traitor was and how to root them out.
Even though the Dierjia People's arrogance had bruised the Ilkhan People's pride, at a time like this, they still hoped the Dierjia People would remain safe.
The cleverer someone was, the more they had to think about. Judging by both the earlier events and the Dierjia People's reaction, the traitor must have been astonishingly efficient.
The Ilkhan Kingdom's belated spring had finally begun to arrive. Life stirred everywhere, and the chill had noticeably eased.
In the industrial district of a small city outside Lomiyang, Handel and Marlin walked along the street. They had been watching several Workers' Party members for some time, while also learning about conditions in Ilkhan.
A worker had been badly injured at a factory, and management had simply ordered people to drag him outside, effectively leaving him to live or die on his own.
Several fellow workers, whose true identities were Workers' Party members, found a stretcher and did everything they could to carry him away for treatment.
The workers were in dire straits. They generally only had food when they had work: as long as their hands kept moving, they had something to chew, but when their hands stopped, so did their meals. They had not a penny in savings, so a serious injury plunged a worker's entire family into hardship, never mind paying for treatment.
Every worker had already grown numb, but the Workers' Party rallied them to save the man together, help his family together, and get through the crisis together.
Handel and Marlin had seen all of this firsthand. Right now,