#Chapter47

"Alexander Knavesmire. You know who he was, don't you, my Ella." Xander chuckled and held Ella's hand in a tight grip but yet it was gentle. 

He looked to the unmoving form of Ella and sighed once again in utter disappointment. 

"He was bandit. A good bandit who, along with his gang, used to loot only those wealthy people who gathered their wealth by collecting absurd tariffs and incredulous interest from poor people. Do you know how the bandit gangs’ function? These bandits were once oppressed and mistreated by those heartless cruel wealthy Lords and royals only to have their needs fulfilled. So those mistreated people started forming large...