Recently, Castel had been making one major move after another. Even as an ordinary resident of Blood Port, Frey could sense that the winds were changing.
He had once been a petty thief at White Stone Fort. Later, he joined the operation to rescue Beatrice and successfully mobilized the Untouchables into rebellion.
After the Untouchables arrived in Castel, his task was complete. Empire Truth gave him a hefty reward and military merits, but his good days had come to an end.
He wanted to become a resident of Blood Port. To cash in that reward, he needed to study and take exams.
He wanted to join the military. To redeem his military merits, he needed to study and take exams.
Heaven have mercy, Frey was just a petty thief who could not even read. Now, he had to become a well-rounded talent who could pass tactics, mechanical manufacturing, physics, chemistry, mathematics, and a whole pile of other subjects. There was so much to learn.
Although Castel had waived all his educational expenses and even granted him a separate scholarship, merely learning all that complicated knowledge had nearly killed him.
Ever since returning, he had attended classes every day. Recently, he had finally managed to pass the minimum threshold and obtain a Blood Port residence permit.
Unfortunately, only a few days after moving into Blood Port, the vigilance he had developed from prowling the streets told him that something was wrong.
"Limited purchases of white sugar?"
"That's right. Each person can only buy three bags now, and you need to bring identification."
"Is... there a reason for that?"
"We don't know either. This is an order that was issued recently..."
Frey frowned. After buying three bags, he turned and went to the grain and oil shop.
"Hello, I'd like to ask..."