Just as the Zelandia Free City-State's various temporary documents were announced, prompting countless factions to wildly overinterpret them.
Li Wei had just landed with Garvin in the outskirts of Water-Drawing City. After reverting to their elven forms, they entered through the north gate together like ordinary adventurers.
His true body was simply far too enormous now. If he leisurely flew straight into Water-Drawing City and made the city guards, thinking an evil dragon was attacking, panic and light the beacons, then the joke would be far too big.
Besides, he also wanted to see whether, after forty-six years, Water-Drawing City had become as unrecognizable as Minas Tirith.
But he soon realized that he had somewhat underestimated the White City's explosive development over the years, while overestimating the pace of change in this era.
On second thought, it made perfect sense. Water-Drawing City, a harbor city that had originally been protected behind Trollwall, was entirely unlike his White City. After centuries, even millennia, of development, every place that could be developed had long since been developed.
Apart from the Port District, which was crammed with shanties and used to house transients and essential laborers, nearly every other area had been carved up by local Masked Lords, hereditary nobles, and great merchants like Xia Lan Veloss.
And the Port District, which the Hogg Chamber of Commerce, Xia Lan Chamber of Commerce, and Blackstaff Merchant Guild had jointly demolished and redeveloped forty-six years ago, was more than enough to meet the population growth of recent years.
Moreover, this world had never developed the concept of property speculation, so naturally no one wanted to do such a laborious, thankless thing.
Going through the lord's manor procedures, compensation payments, demolition, reconstruction—every single part cost money.
That was after Water-Drawing City's underworld forces had been jointly