Caravan

Daylight arrived at last. The situation in Blackwater City had calmed down significantly. People returned to their normal daily routines. Merchants returned to tending their businesses, and mercenaries returned to completing their missions. Normal people’s lives were not directly impacted by the night’s events, Except for the fact that the place Glory mercenary group’s camp once stood was now a flat land, Blackwater City was unchanged. This was a show of Mourtta and Hortchbini’s power.

As he was observing the situation, Anfey couldn’t help but feel anxious. He knew his own limits very well. He could cause chaos in the city, but it wasn’t guaranteed that he would benefit from this chaos. He might even lead all his companions to their doom. He had too little to offer, and didn’t even qualify for sitting at the gambling table. Judging from the current situation, the biggest winner would be Mourta, not him.