At this time, Oslo finally arrived at Bleulle City. The city had a proud level 8 wall nearly thirteen yards in height—relatively rare as most cities only had level 7 walls, at most.
The walls were well-guarded by sentries every few hundred meters or so, with the battlements occupied by many guards and archers, ready to defend as needed.
There was a long line of people waiting to come in, and he lined up patiently this time—uncharacteristic of the prodigal who used to wave his family emblem everywhere.
He stood along with the others, ignoring the curious stares of many people around. However, his noble bearing intimidated anyone—as any one who lined up were commoners—so no one dared talking to him.
As he entered, the message [Welcome back to Bluelle City!] flashed since he was a permanent resident, and therefore didn't need to make any payments anymore.
We'll miss you too, Oslo.
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