There were about twenty days left before the Black Tide officially appeared in the Extreme North. The atmosphere at the Wall of Sighs had grown increasingly tense, but beyond the wall, Far North City was still as lively as ever.
The ordinary people here seemed unaware that the Black Tide was coming.
Thor changed into ordinary clothes and walked down the street. He stopped at a grain shop and casually asked, "The Black Tide is coming. Aren't you all leaving?"
Although Thor had concealed his Magic Power and hadn't revealed his identity, the middle-aged man, who had lived in Far North City for many years, recognized him from experience.
"My lord, we've always lived here, and our livelihoods are here too. If we had to leave every time the Black Tide came, we wouldn't be able to keep our shops open." The shopkeeper smiled, both cautious and eager. "Besides, with the Wizard Lords protecting the Extreme North, we have nothing to worry about."
"Really? Has the Wall of Sighs never been breached? This is my first time here, but you all seem quite confident."
"It's not confidence, exactly. Lord Murphy has always been stationed at the Wall of Sighs. He's the longest-lived Tier 4 Wizard still alive. As long as he's here, no enemy can break through the wall." The shopkeeper held the scales in his hands. "Besides, if the Wall of Sighs really is breached, it won't matter where we run."
The shopkeeper finally lowered the scales. "If the Wall of Sighs can't hold back the Black Tide... Wizards like you can still escape to another continent, but we'll have no choice but to disappear along with the Extreme North."
It seemed the shopkeepers of the Extreme North weren't completely unconcerned. But whether they worried or not couldn't change