Old Jarl

Of course, there was a reason for all the bustle here.

In fact, the Central Plaza had become one of the most important places of worship in the entire Land of Hope.

You might find that surprising, but it was true.

"A place of worship."

That title wasn't given to Faithful Long Street, where churches and temples stood shoulder to shoulder.

Perhaps to show off their wealth and attract followers, the various churches had tacitly agreed to build their temples and churches in the most central part of the City of Hope.

That area was called Faithful Long Street.

It was also near the Central Plaza, right across from Lena's office.

It was strange that, despite being so close, the Central Plaza had somehow become the place of worship instead.

Tall buildings rose one after another around the plaza.

As more and more buildings went up, the area grew increasingly crowded.

Perhaps it had already strayed from its purpose as a plaza.

But there was no helping it. In the beginning, even the City of Hope had been no more than a crude city built amid the ruins of a desolate wasteland.

The Central Plaza had been nothing more than an empty lot that Xiao Yang had set aside for convenience, to make room for the Statue of the Goddess of Repose and the Flesh Eye Tower.

Who could have imagined that it would become so lively?

Jostled by the crowds, Old Jarl stumbled along with the flow of people.

All sorts of people surrounded him.

Amid the crush, Old Jarl's frail body was tossed about like a wisp of seaweed.

He bumped into a burly man with twisted horns growing from his shoulders.

In another world, a mutant like him would probably have been among the first to be