Chapter 471: Yes, But Don't Burn the Fields

A crow landed on the castle wall, its dark eyes scanning around. It saw several fishing rods leant against the crenellations and a flowerpot.

A lich swordsman clad in Soul Armor was sitting there, fishing intently, occasionally jerking the rod.

Empty, annoyed, 'he' cursed and swore. This must be Mayor Locke that the townspeople talked about.

This was a peaceful and tranquil little town where, according to the conversations of its residents, people had lived happily and prospered under Mayor Locke's rule for a long time, with stable public order and a thriving economy.

Some time ago, Mayor Locke even had someone build a Central Transfer Array, strengthening the connection with Northern Wind City. This move was unanimously considered wasteful.

Why would a remote little town need a Central Transfer Array? Look, now it's laying there, barely used. Instead of spending several Demon Crystals to activate the array, the townspeople would rather walk to Northern Wind City.