Chapitre 427: A burning pile of shit

A crowd of common farmers and artisans set a large bonfire in the middle of a main square of a tiny town. They shouted something angrily as other people—the guard?—tried to make them disperse.

Cael drew closer to the commotion. The wind changed, hitting him in the face, and with it came a wave of a nauseating smell.

He gagged and almost fell out of the sky. The smell was worse than that of a manure pit—it was the smell of a BURNING manure pit. The people on the square were burning dried shit!

Cael quickly surrounded his head with clear air to avoid the stench and flew down, landing on a roof of the tallest house in the square. It must've been the mayor's mansion.

Below, shit-burners and the city guard fought, completely ignoring Cael's presence. Occasionally, a particularly loud scream rose over the noise.

"You won't take the blood of our children!"

"Eat shit and die, pigs!"

"You will rot in jail for this!"