"What are they doing?"
Pulo pointed at the bustling crowd in the town center square.
The banner flying high was inscribed in the Coptic language.
But neither Pulo nor his companions could read it.
Curiosity drove them to squeeze into the crowd and look.
"Seems like they're Coptic priests."
"Are you blind? Those people are clearly Franks! Our Coptic cross is different from theirs."
"Well… alright, that's true. But they seem to be distributing food."
"Can anyone go and collect it?"
Pulo became excited but then suspiciously pondered, "Why would the Franks be so kind?"
Someone nearby sneered, "Otherwise, do you expect the Saracen lords to be kind-hearted? When Governor Mahri was in charge, he never gave us a single grain of wheat, only greedily took everything we had."
At that moment.
A man who seemed to have suffered from a chronic illness appeared to be cured by the solemn priest.
