Count Malen Babit

Zong Shen blended into the crowd entering the city, drawing no attention whatsoever.

That was the charm of a major city. Even in the dead of night, there was still a considerable flow of people.

However, not many were dressed like him, clad in armor and helmet, looking fully armed.

Especially since Zong Shen was alone, making him look like a lone wolf.

With that attire and the fact that he was alone, others could infer that Zong Shen was either a powerful adventurer or a mercenary who operated alone.

Either way, it meant three words: "Not to be trifled with!"

Thus, Zong Shen swaggered toward the city.

The people of Nord appeared rougher than those of Avalon.

The men generally had thick brows and large eyes, while the women were broad-boned, especially around the hips, giving them the look of being well-suited for childbearing.

Along the way, squads of cavalry could be seen patrolling back and forth along the roads.

Someone dressed like Zong Shen was bound to catch the attention of the patrolling soldiers. Before long, he noticed a squad of patrol cavalry following behind him, seemingly keeping a special watch on him.

"Something's not right."

"In a city this large, there must be countless people coming and going every day."

"There must be plenty of adventurers and mercenaries like me too."

"Why are these cavalrymen watching me?"

Zong Shen was somewhat puzzled. He bore no family crest and belonged to no noble faction.

He was just a common lone traveler. There was no reason for these cavalrymen to keep an eye on him!

Still, although puzzled, Zong Shen did not dwell on it.

That was because he could tell that these cavalrymen were merely maintaining a state of vigilance, as though it were a precautionary measure.

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