Reconciliation, Rubbings, and the Moon People

Over a hundred residents carrying all manner of "weapons" marched grandly toward the edge of the dock under the leadership of the mayor's assistant, Old Tom.

From afar, they saw the White Shell moored there.

And the young man standing alone on the dock, black wings extending from his back.

The fierce battle they had imagined was nowhere to be seen.

There was only the calm sea breeze and the setting sun.

"Th-this isn't right, is it?"

"Didn't they say the Association people had fought the outsiders? Why is it so quiet? Where are the Association people?"

Old Tom frowned as well and looked at a young man beside him who was responsible for spreading the news.

"Are you sure you saw them fighting?"

The young man nodded vigorously.

"Absolutely! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Then what is this...?"

Old Tom stared at the spotless dock, his heart filled with uncertainty.

They gathered more than ten meters away from the dock, whispering among themselves.

They neither dared to approach rashly nor dared to simply leave. The atmosphere was somewhat tense.

On the dock, Lin Nuo appeared to be standing casually, but he had already activated the Voice of All Things.

Every hushed conversation was transmitted clearly into his senses.

Keywords such as "Association," "extortion," "no choice," and "mayor" surfaced.

Combined with what he had learned from Gerlo and Fera's memories about how the Association had run rampant on the island, exploiting the local residents under the pretense of holding festivals, he had a rough understanding of the situation.

It seemed these villagers who had arrived so aggressively were not enemies.

They were mostly ordinary people who had been coerced and oppressed.

Just then, soft footsteps approached from behind.

Lin Nuo turned his head slightly and saw Milan, the