Capítulo 148: Grandson of the 3rd Consul? Whozzat?

"Hey, what now?" Eric asked, "What would happen to that place?"

"I don't think they have the ability to hold on, right?"

Nea was handling the carriage as the coachman while I sat behind her. With a map in my hand, I traced the path ahead from the base of the 'Grasslands,' to our destination.

"So, the organization will collapse?"

"Not quite," Vanessa answered. "Word down as it may be, they have giant walls and wide spaces for people. Even if its bad for an illegal organization, that place would be damn rich if it were a town."

"Huh, so they can still hold on?"

The place that the 'Grasslands' covered, according to the map, had a few settlements in and around its base. Some very small settlements of poor people mostly living in Shanties and huts. We were still in the outskirts of Ebon, it was a simple place, but it was a very rich one as well.

The people living around were poor not becuase of the lacking harvest.