Chapter 97: Chapter 86 Every Law is a Lesson Written in Blood

At dusk, Lynn, under Laud's earnest farewell, left the southern district.

The moment he stepped out of the narrow alleyway, the bustling and prosperous central square presented itself before his eyes.

The wide streets teemed with the constant flow of carriages and horses, a throng of people bustling about, a scene of noisy prosperity. A massive airship sailed over the city, igniting bursts of laughter and playful chases among the children.

Although Ralph's death had dealt a significant blow to the half-bodied folks, life had to go on.

This vibrant and peaceful sight contrasted sharply with the decay and chaos of the southern district.

However, Lynn currently lacked the energy, and certainly the ability, to concern himself with those destitute people ravaged by magic; his mind was preoccupied with planning his next move.