Capítulo 117: Low Thaumaturgy

Meilyr ended his conversation with Philosir early, happy to have acquired some valuable knowledge.

The corpse handler invited him to visit the Burial Collegium in the future, which Meilyr readily accepted as they were deeply informed of the happenings of Sethia's underground circles. The bodies that often washed up ashore were theirs to clean, after all.

The black moon shone serenely above his head as he walked along one of Lower Mursa's raised wharves, shadowed by the ever-vigilant Gal-Enshu. 

He noticed a small scuffle on a nearby gangway, leading to a yellow-and-red-colored ship with no apparent heraldry. Its figurehead was that of a bronze-plated ibis with blue gems as its eyes, a symbol that Meilyr didn't recognize. 

Continuing his stroll without a care, he stumbled on a huddled group deeper into the harbor. They blocked the entrance to an alleyway, from which the muffled sounds of a struggle echoed.