The nobles seemed to have set their sights on a target, pulling their horses to a halt in unison. They circled around a peasant who had come to the city for work, holding sharp rapiers in their hands and wearing mocking smiles.
One of the nobles, directly facing the peasant, asked,
"Hey, you bumpkin, what's that in your hand?"
"M...my lord..."
The peasant was so frightened he couldn't speak properly,
"This is the bread I bought..."
"Hey, I think you probably stole that bread, didn't you?"
From behind, where the peasant could not see, another noble opened his mouth to speak. Just as the peasant turned around, the previous noble raised his rapier. With a swift motion, the blade slashed through the coarse cloth, leaving a long bloody gash on the peasant's back.
"You damn peasant, don't you know you should face a noble when you speak to them?"
David felt a surge of anger rising within him. A thought automatically appeared in his mind:
