Bright City, Langai Street, Old Jack's shop.
Some time had passed, but Old Jack still looked at Lis, who had just entered, with dead fish eyes.
He found it strange, this guy was clearly a noble, so why did he keep coming to his shop?
Ordinarily, nobles tended to avoid Langai Street at all costs.
And this time, he hadn't even brought that Golden Warrior as a guard, instead, he had a white bat perched on his head.
Such an unconventional noble was a first for Old Jack.
Lis, however, didn't mind Old Jack's strange gaze; after all, that guy looked disdainfully at everyone.
When Lis had come over, he had distinctly felt that Langai Street was much quieter than before.
It wasn't that the shops were all closed; there were hardly any shops open on the entire street.
The number of homeless people lying under the eaves and the people secretly peeping had greatly decreased.
