Frod's former residence lay deep within Tisen Lane.
Angel glanced into the lane. Though it was broad daylight, the not-so-narrow alley was utterly desolate, with not a soul in sight.
Angel took a gold coin from his pocket and tossed it to the young boy guiding them.
The boy had approached them of his own accord after they entered Bolai Town, seeing that they were outsiders and hoping to earn a living. Judging by his clothes, he likely came from a poor family.
Angel had originally planned to have Frod come out and guide him, but after giving it some thought, he decided it would be better to assess the situation himself first. So, he hired the boy before him to lead the way.
Having paid him, Angel prepared to send the boy away.
However, after receiving the weighty gold coin, delight flashed in the boy's eyes. It was the first time he had encountered such a generous outsider. He had intended to leave as soon as he got paid, but faced with such a large sum, he hesitated for a moment before calling out to Angel. "Sir, the residents of Tisen Lane have completely moved away recently. If you're looking for someone, you'd best check with the civil administration."
"Moved away?" Angel abruptly halted mid-step just as he was about to head inside.
Angel looked at him curiously. "Why did they move away?"
"Well..." The boy hesitated. He glanced at the wealth in his hand, enough to keep him clothed and fed for a whole year, and said, "The mayor has issued a gag order to those who know about it. But seeing how generous you are, my lord, I can quietly tell you."
After speaking, the boy looked around to make sure no one was nearby before lowering