The imposing city guard advanced in formation.
They split into several companies and closed in from streets on all sides.
The light cavalry battalion cleared the way ahead, while the Light Infantry and Elite Warriors jogged along behind them.
In only half an hour, the city guard arrived at the scene.
The force of 1,200 sealed off the four street entrances, leaving not even the sewers and drainage ditches unchecked.
With the Sea of Hot Flowers Tavern at the center, every surrounding street was locked down.
Passing ox carts and carriages were driven away, and travelers all kept their distance.
At the same time, several patrons inside the tavern noticed that something was wrong. The moment they stepped outside, they were seized by the city guard.
Seeing this, the human bartender at the Sea of Hot Flowers immediately fiddled with a magical bell hidden beneath the counter.
In the tavern's basement, the High Elf Rangers Heya and Aila were holding the hand of an elderly elf.
Old age was rarely seen among elves.
As one of the famously long-lived races of the Endless Continent, they still possessed lengthy lifespans even after the World Tree withered and fell, and the Well of Eternity collapsed and exploded.
Seeing an elderly elf was no easy matter.
Most elves retained the appearance they had at the finest age of their lives.
Only in the final years of their lifespan would they suddenly grow old, until death finally came to end it all.
Clearly, the elf beside Heya and Aila was nearing death from old age.
"Grandpa Matteo..."
"You should return to Silvermoon Forest as soon as possible."
"The humans of Lentax Great City do not have a harmonious relationship with us."
"And those damned slave traders are constantly looking for chances to target