There was no sign of the news in Totnes dying down with ti; instead, it grew more intense. In just two days of ferntation, everyone began their conversations with, "Have you heard about Hamlet?"
Not to ntion the truly powerful people in the city, most of whom had already prepared teams to set off for Hamlet.
Originally, it would have been best to use ships, but since the Fishn monsters blocked the Bay, they could only choose the land route.
Countless rcenaries or various strange groups ford into teams and set off.
Even the refugees outside the city started to have fantasies about the unknown Hamlet, because the redemption they were destined not to receive in Totnes ant they could only join the convoys to begin another round of refuge.
Among the chaotic refugee line was a peculiar figure. With one hand gripping a rag covering most of his body, beneath it, only his haggard face with stubble was visible.
Until he heard the rumors about Hamlet, the treasure-laden relics didn’t matter much to him.
But upon hearing that Hamlet cured a disease said to be the wrath of God and that it didn’t fear the Church’s power, that’s when he reacted.
He slowly stood up, revealing tattered pants and bare feet.
The body hidden beneath the rags emitted a tallic clanging when he moved, hinting at the shackles and chains binding him.
He also joined the line of refugees heading for Hamlet...
......
As the outside world was stirred by the news of Hamlet, the town itself was bustling with activity the past few days.
Under the call to "Establish a Town, Develop the Wilderness" at the outpost, these days, so people were diverted away, making Hamlet less crowded and clearing out the unstable elents.
As long as people have things to do, they’ll be too busy to daydream nonsense.
Only those, like the Church supported by followers and having nothing to do but eat and laze about, have the energy to create chaos; it’s purely idleness. Let’s see if they have so much to say if they farm two acres every day.
But so people get more anxious the more they work, like Tiffany.
Just recently she received a chest of gold coins, which she imdiately used to plug a hole—barely making a splash.
This is just the beginning. Who knows how much more needs to be invested before any returns? Until then, more investnts are necessary.
This thing feels like another noose around Tiffany’s neck, but since she already has many ropes around her neck, she doesn’t care anymore.
She went back to look for Lance and only then realized he had run off to Ovando.
It made her gnash her teeth in anger—she better not catch him...
"Beautiful Miss Tiffany, I heard you were looking for ?"
At that mont, the door was knocked, and Lance, who had been missing for three days, appeared before her.
Tiffany didn’t show any joy upon seeing Lance; instead, she beca wary imdiately.
She’s always the one looking for him—when has he ever co to her?
Oh, that’s right, when he needs money.
"No money!" Tiffany brainstord everything in her mind, and the words ca out imdiately.
This reaction left Lance both amused and exasperated. He approached and teased, "Look at you, do you think I’m here to ask for money? Am I such a vulgar person?"
With that, he handed over a box, "I was just out for a bit and brought back a little gift for you."
Tiffany regarded the box with suspicion, hesitated for a mont, and then took it.
When she opened it, she found a delicate necklace inside, its gemstone radiating a tempting luster.
Tiffany was not from an ordinary family; as the daughter of Walter, a rchant, she was familiar with jewelry. However, even she couldn’t help being captivated.
Picking it up and inspecting it, she subconsciously murmured, "It’s so beautiful..."
"Of course, it is. I worked hard to get it," Lance laughed, agreeing that it indeed was a fine piece.
Unfortunately, it was rely an ornant, not an Extraordinary Equipnt. Its only value to him was to be converted into money.
But now, using it as a generous gift was quite effective.
He was lucky to have prepared in advance, nearly got himself into trouble.
"Here, let help you put it on."
Lance took the opportunity to help her wear it, hoping the gift would ease the tension a bit~
Tiffany fiddled with the necklace, feeling quite delighted for a while; her stern face finally relaxed.
"How much did this cost?"
"Not much." Lance couldn’t give an exact answer, as he had taken it from so lady’s neck without even getting a clear look at her, let alone knowing the necklace’s price.
"How much is ’not much’?" Tiffany, by habit, was sensitive to prices, instinctively asking Lance further.
"It didn’t cost anything, a gift from soone else."
"Soone gave you a ladies’ necklace as a gift?" Tiffany eyed Lance suspiciously, "I should tell Miss Dai’er. She’s been incredibly busy these days, and you’re out there flirting with other won? Do you think you’re being fair to her?"
Lance was dumbfounded. What in the world was she talking about?
He always knew Tiffany’s imagination was wild, but even he didn’t expect her to reach these conclusions now.
Falling into an argunt is like a beast thrashing in a trap; even if it escapes, it’s left battered and bruised. Rational as always, Lance swiftly changed the topic.
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