Hearing the landlady's words, Fang Hao's eyes immediately narrowed.
The undead in the north.
Wasn't that him?
He had set up a fortress between himself and Pruell to prevent any interference between them.
He had done enough already and now this 'Cyril' was plotting something against him.
"Why? Has Cyril lost his mind?" Fang Hao directly mentioned the name of the city lord and cursed.
His words instantly induced a tense expression in the landlady and others, not relaxing until they realized there were no other people present.
Even behind closed doors, they dared not insult the current city lord.
"We wouldn't know, but several people came to the city yesterday, they might be related."
"What kind of people?"
"They are very similar to those who wore hoods in broad daylight last time, all of them look like cultists." said the landlady.
Blood Clan!
Fang Hao knew the cultists the landlady was referring to were those pale-blooded individuals.
