Chapter 230: THE MASTER OF SIN. 451

The sight of burning cart reminded me of Hell. The liquid they put in lanterns was quite flammable, and so were the things they made the books from around here. Paper, was it? Another thing to marvel at, another thing I had no time to learn more about.

Bishop didn't like it, but didn't protest. Without the burden of the cart, we were left with a much easier way of escape—he knew about a hidden passage that led outside of the city. Apparently, it was used by people who wanted to get in without having to pay for the right to bring and sell their goods at the main entrance. Or if they wanted to bring forbidden goods.

The complex legal system was another thing that fascinated me. It seemed needlessly complicated, but at the same time, somehow worked… And well enough.