Phield put on a "sympathetic" expression and said with an exaggerated, almost comical tone,
"What a terrible disaster. Refugees are everywhere. I remember someone once saying that Wind Orchid City was a wonderful place full of beer, goats, and fine horses. Are we sure we didn't come to the wrong place?"
The current Wind Orchid City was overflowing with refugees, the air thick and foul.
"We didn't get it wrong," Canaan said, swaying her head as she put away her magic book.
"Adrian, you should really put more effort into managing your territory. I've been here before—it used to be very prosperous. But now… this is just disappointing. I'm almost afraid a few bandits might jump out and steal my spellbook."
"Y-you… damn you both!"
Adrian's face flushed crimson, nearly fainting from sheer fury. All he could do was rage helplessly.
"I'll take my leave."
