Clones Everywhere

With such strict laws in place, no matter how much those adventurers and mercenaries loved to drink or how drunk they became, they would instinctively rein in their behavior somewhat within Albis City.

In the city, as long as one was not a slave, ordinary people enjoyed the same right to survival as professionals. No one stood beneath anyone else.

That was Albis City's attitude toward ordinary people. Thus, ordinary people supported Dole wholeheartedly.

In other cities, professionals treated ordinary people terribly. At the slightest disagreement, they would curse and beat them, even kill them outright. No one cared if they died, and the government would not fight for ordinary people against professionals. This left ordinary people in a lowly position.

But Albis City was different. Dole managed professionals with exceptional strictness and strictly forbade them from laying hands on ordinary people. Killing an ordinary person basically meant only one thing: death.

Water Shadow knew that Dole lacked ordinary people here, but he had not expected him to enforce things so strictly.

As the convoy slowly passed by, he raised his head and looked at these half-dead professionals, doubt arising in his heart.

Why were these people's auras so weak? Had they been crippled or seriously injured?

He could even sense that their auras were all similar, as though they were one person. It seemed that something was wrong with all of them.

What had happened to them?

They were still alive, but they had lost most of their vitality. Every one of them looked utterly numb, as if they had lost their spirits and become living corpses!

He made a note of it, then watched the execution convoy depart.

Before long, sword lights flashed one after another at the city gates. Heads fell to the ground one after another,