The Central Region, The Holy Kingdom, the southern side.
"Did you get them? Tell me you got them!" A woman asked in anticipation. She looked at the armored man in front of her with sparkling eyes.
"Who do you think I am?" The man smirked and took off his backpack, then proceeded to take a few sheets of paper from it: "Newspapers! Everyone come over here and choose a date! For only one silver coin, you'll finally see something other than boring reports!"
"That's a scam…" Another knight sighed, but he still brought a silver coin.
They were in a war camp, where they had to be on alert all the time and manage all resources. Here, as official soldiers, they couldn't afford to have the luxury of buying newspapers. The situation was extreme.
The food they ate was the kind that was made only to satisfy hunger and basic bodily needs.
The water they drank was served to them only a few times a day. Unlike the Northern Region, they didn't have any snow here. They had to save water.
