Chapter 143: Difference

The next day was completely depressing for the vast majority of those in the castle. The weather was colder than usual, revealing that Cyrus was still in his dark state, and snow fell from the sky nonstop.

Harsh snow storms were reported in some vulnerable areas of the kingdoms, which was very upsetting.

Ashton sat on the top stairwell, listening to the complaints of two women who had come to report their problems.

They were both from a middle class family and appeared to be about to rip each other's hair out.

"I am a trader of fresh fruits from the Weavil empire with a large building where I store my fruits in bulk, but I recently discovered that my dear neighbor has been stealing from me!" The blonde woman explained and screamed at the end.

"You dare to call me a thief?!?" The woman with dark hair screamed hysterically.