They had returned to how things had been half a year ago—taxes, administration, education, talent selection, everything.
Everyone watched as people tremblingly emerged from their homes one by one, carrying heaps of things and placing them in the empty square between the Glory Wizard Alliance and the City Lord's Manor.
Glittering gold coins—nothing but glittering gold coins. Besides the coins, there were other things as well: alchemical tools, magic crystals, materials, medicinal herbs.
At first, several family heads took the lead. Then a huge crowd began throwing things into the middle, each one looking as though they had lost their parents.
This went on for an entire day.
By afternoon, a ring of people stood around the square, staring blankly at the pile of money.
Some cheered with joy, while others remained silent and calm.
The city had returned. It had returned to the way it had been before.
This was wonderful.
Yet everyone knew in their hearts that the moment Wizard Dole left, this place would return to what it had been over the past half year.
I really hope Wizard Dole won't leave.
But that was too difficult.
For now, they could only hope those few would grow up quickly.
The matter fermented rapidly, and it was not until the fifth day that it finally subsided.
The people of Albis Mountain felt as if they had returned, while every family looked as though they had lost their parents.
Their titles had been lowered. Although that was not Dole's decision to make, as long as he submitted the paperwork to those above, it would certainly be approved.
Dole was too powerful—powerful to the point where resistance was impossible.
The entire city seemed to have fallen into a strange calm, except for the commoners, who were cheering.
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