The Mansion Was a Fake

"How did those undead get into the city? Is there a traitor in the City Defense Army?"

"Hard to say."

Then came an even lower voice asking, "How were the losses last night? Is His Highness all right?"

"Do you even need to ask? If something had happened, they wouldn't be searching the whole city. They'd have gone straight to war."

"Those undead really deserve to die."

"May the gods protect His Highness the Prince!"

More and more customers gradually filled the tavern, and the tables beside Wu Heng were soon occupied as well.

The topic at nearly every table concerned what had happened last night.

Though each group tried to keep their voices down, Wu Heng could still hear them clearly.

He could basically confirm that a battle had indeed taken place in the city.

Some had even seen the assembled troops and the Prince's Mansion belching black smoke.

It was not false information meant to mislead people.

But... why were they pinning it on Luntam City?

It should have been easy to tell whether the undead were responsible.

Wu Heng looked up as the barkeep approached with two people, glancing at the remaining empty seats.

"Sir, if you don't have any companions, these two guests would like to sit here."

"No one. Go ahead," Wu Heng said.

The other two sat down.

Wu Heng finished the last bite of bread and looked at the barkeep. "Any rooms available?"

"Yes. Are you looking to stay the night? The second floor has standard Guest Rooms, while the third floor is a little better," the barkeep immediately replied.

"I'll take a room on the inner side of the second floor."

"I'll show you up."

The two went upstairs together.

Seeing Wu Heng leave of his own accord, the two people who