Chapitre 813: Volume 25, Striking the Water Midstream, Chapter 1, Going Against the Wind

The winter in Cyprus was still fearsome for the homeless, as the cold North Wind rolled in from the Northern Mogon Wasteland. Even with the moderating warm and moist air currents from the Nether Sea, it could still chill one to the bone. Of course, compared to the land of Poznan and Cisilia to the far north, Cyprus had it relatively easy.

The merchants and nobles within Cyprus City were all awaiting the arrival of a new lord, but to their disappointment, as the steps of spring drew near, they had yet to catch even a glimpse of this lord. Aside from occasional news brought by merchants from Odessa that Komer was traveling between Odessa, Bruce, and Mattdam, the residents of Cyprus City felt as if, overnight, their once-proud center of Cyprus was no longer at the heart of Homer's territory, and a restless sense of loss filled the hearts of all Cyprus people.