Night.
The sound of horse hooves rang out in the open Central Street of wildfire city. The residents who had long fallen asleep were awakened by the sound. At most, they cursed a few times, turned around, wrapped themselves in the quilt, and continued to sleep.
It was the eve of the winter Festival, and also the time when wildfire city was least guarded.
Xu Nan sat on the carriage, silently listening to the sounds in the darkness. The lights in front of the carriage would occasionally shine on his face, and many shadows could be seen.
Banes, who was sitting opposite him, was obviously in a good mood. He even took out a wine glass and was savoring the wine.
It was a familiar smell, similar to the one coming from Irene.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood."
Banes looked at Xu Nan with a hidden meaning and calmly smiled. "I've never heard of the city Lord having the habit of going to bed on time."
