Romania, Bucharest.
Only two or three days later, Fang Li returned here once more.
But when he had left, he had been alone. When he returned, someone was by his side.
Fang Li pushed the girl in the wheelchair slowly along the streets of the city, under the gazes of all kinds of passersby.
"Ah..."
"Ugh..."
Cries of pain continuously rang out from the people around them.
They came from the thieves who, seeing Fang Li and Fiore, a young man and woman, walking so defenselessly down the street, had harbored ill intentions and reached their sinful hands toward their pockets.
Compared to Tuliphas and Sigishvara, Bucharest was more prosperous and developed. Its medieval atmosphere was not as strong as that of those two cities, but it had also bred quite a few public safety issues. All sorts of people mingled here, making it rather chaotic to a certain extent.
Here, thieves could practically be said to be everywhere.
Ever since Fang Li and Fiore had arrived in Bucharest, they had encountered an unknown number of thieves.
Unfortunately, these thieves had clearly chosen the wrong targets. The moment they reached out, their palms were pierced by invisible sharp objects, and they fled in pain and disarray.
Naturally, the ones acting were neither Fang Li nor Fiore, but the two Servants who had been guarding them and following them in Spirit Body form.
Fang Li leisurely pushed the wheelchair, taking Fiore toward his residence.
"So you really do live in Bucharest, sir."
Fiore said this to Fang Li.
"When Uncle had people investigate your background, the reports did mention this, but Uncle always believed it was false information meant to mislead others."
The identity arranged for Fang Li by the Main God Space was that of a Chinese man who had