Flap, flap——
A large, snow-white seagull descended from the sky, landing on a high branch of a big tree, tilting its head to gaze at the group of people below.
A group of commoners carrying wooden sticks and firearms pushed a well-dressed middle-aged man, whose hands were bound, to the riverside under the tree. The river beside them was in its high-water season, with turbulent waves and a deep water level.
Although disheveled, the middle-aged man of obvious noble descent still stood straight, glaring angrily at these former tenant farmers of his:
"You rabble have no right to judge me. I have never charged you a penny more in rent, nor have I committed any crime!"
However, he was kicked to the ground by someone.
Seeing his dust-covered and utterly disheveled appearance, a glint of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the crowd:
