The baron, drenched in filthy water, was dragged out of the latrine by soldiers.
His thin shirt was soaked through, dripping dirty liquid continuously.
A top hat was ruthlessly plopped onto his head—the same one he brought in earlier.
Unfortunately, the exquisite hat now reeked of an overwhelming smell of urine.
The pungent odor made the surrounding soldiers hold their noses, laughing uproariously.
Joyful laughter erupted everywhere, even the guards deep in the camp poked their heads out to see.
Some soldiers clutched their stomachs, laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight, while others leaned against the walls, pointing at the baron and mocking mercilessly.
Even several Defensive Army members stopped their tasks to watch the scene.
The baron's mouth was tied shut, his face flushed to his ears, and tears welled at the corners of his eyes.
Victor stood aside, a smile on his lips, but his eyes gradually became serious.
