One day, a nobleman came across a run-down city, riding a lavish carriage belonging to his house.

The people look shaggy and malnourished in general; the streets were dirty and the officials didn't seem to give a damn.

Public order was in chaos, with thugs roaming freely in the back alleys.

'I wonder if I could do something for this city. They deserved a better life.'

Right at that moment, a stone flew through the carriage's window, hitting the noble straight in the forehead.

The windows already absorbed most of the impact, yet it still hurt him; forming a slight bump.

It was followed by streams of mockery and laughter from dirty-looking children.

The nobleman's face was so red; he asked the driver to speed past.

'I'll take back my word--they deserve this!'