Fang Hao stepped out of the tavern, a love poem penned by Eric in his hand.
After a round through the market with Anjia, during which they purchased some rare materials, they left by carriage.
Back to their accommodation.
Rolana was nowhere to be seen.
The maids told Fang Hao that she had gone out, but they did not know where.
Fang Hao glanced at the returned love poem and tucked it away in a drawer.
It was for the best that she wasn't around. He wasn't sure what might happen if the love poem was to end up in Rolana's hands.
Dinner was served and done.
The workers from the clothing store and hotpot restaurant had returned as well.
Fang Hao casually inquired about the business in the shop and then everyone returned to their rooms to rest.
...
Come early morning.
At the city gate in the East City district, hundreds of fully-armed mercenaries had already gathered.
Judging by the mercenary group insignia on their chests.
