One Month

Currently in the gates of the capital of Bernes.

In a line of many merchants with their carriage and farmers, was a particular carriage.

"What do you mean we have to wait to enter the capital!? Do you know who you are talking to!?" A man with a buttle uniform told to the soldier guard.

"Sir, we are strictly pointed out to follow the protocol. Please cooperate." The soldier said with an annoyed tone as if he had done that many times.

`Dammit, another one of those proud full fools. I hope whoever orders us to do this for a whole month will fall to this death.´ The soldier cursed internally.

And he wasn´t the only one.

A month ago, completely out of the blue they were ordered to inspect everyone passing through and though with no exception allowed. And at first, they didn´t think much though since that´s what their job was.

Until a soldier got bribed to let someone in...