Chapter 543, Harsh Bone Tax

The next day, early morning.

Pruell City was still enveloped in the drowsiness before dawn.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, and the city was silent.

In a dirty corner.

On the snow-covered ground, a golden magic array rapidly formed.

When the magic array was complete, the light of the array faded, and several figures appeared where the array had been.

"Ah, ghosts, there are ghosts!"

The crouched beggar in the corner, drawn by the scene before him.

Rubbed his eyes and, seeing the figures that had suddenly appeared, let out a scream.

He then turned and fled toward the other end of the alley.

In his mouth, he kept shouting about ghosts.

Standing on the snow were five people of imposing stature, draped in grey cloaks.

Through the cloaks, one could see the armor and weapons inside.

Watching the beggar shouting as he ran away.

The nearby residents began to curse and light up candles.

One of them said, "Let's go, let's leave here so as not to attract others' attention."