The bar door closed.
None of it had anything to do with Chen Lun anymore.
He started walking forward, with Noah following close behind, carrying his tool bag.
"That was simply his fate. This was where it ended."
Chen Lun shook his head slightly and spoke calmly about what had happened.
"A sudden illness took his life... no one knows whether they'll live to see tomorrow."
Ironically, Chen Lun had observed through the Fate-Peering Eye that the man struck by the sudden, severe illness was named Dumi, and was not actually from the eastern continent... which meant his family had been immigrants from elsewhere since his ancestors' time. Perhaps they were even lowlier than the inferior people he spoke of.
"Let's go. Third Street."
Chen Lun smiled.
"You'll paint portraits, and I'll tell fortunes, and perhaps train dogs... our Circus's services are getting more and more upscale."
Chapter 147: Your dog doesn't have long to live
The sun had already set, and the last glow on the horizon was gradually fading.
Clatter, clatter...
An enlarged, reinforced carriage traveled slowly along the road. Nonslip chains were fitted around its iron-rimmed wheels, leaving two deep tracks in the snow- and ice-covered road.
Chen Lun and Noah sat facing each other in the carriage. Beside them stood a small copper stove for warmth, burning specially made charcoal that gave off a delicate fragrance.
The Silver Dragon Trade Association had specially commissioned this carriage for Noah. It was now kept at Jack Manor, reserved for his outings.
No ordinary carriage of this era could carry Noah.
"Noah, getting around must be quite inconvenient in your condition, right?"
Seeing Noah still wiping away sweat despite the cold weather, Chen Lun asked him.
"Hehe, it really is inconvenient a lot of the time, and people don't