Chapter 281: Even Slimes Have Missionaries
"Unbelievable, the Council has actually compromised with a bunch of Magical Creatures."
"They are selling out the interests of the Merchant Alliance, selling out the interests of all of us!"
The surging crowd choked the central Gold Rush Street of Misty Bay Harbor, angry merchants and nobles waved their hats or canes in their hands, shouting loudly, their faces flushed with excitement, their voices merging into a cacophonous wave of sound, as if trying to tear apart the prosperous facade of this city.
In the trade capital of Misty Bay Harbor, protest gatherings like this were not uncommon. Merchants arguing over tolls, navigation rights, and even taking to the streets in demonstrations was part of the daily scenery of this city.
But this time, the scale and intensity of the protest far exceeded the norm. The fall of the Gold Lionheart Fortress, the payment of huge reparations to the Slime Kingdom, even allowing their Adventurers to enter the Merchant Alliance... this series of news instantly ignited the accumulated dissatisfaction and fear of the people.
And not far from Gold Rush Avenue, in a dark, narrow alleyway, a figure completely hidden under a wide, pitch-black mage's robe was leaning against a damp, mottled brick wall.
He silently watched the noisy, angry scene on the main street, like a calm spectator enjoying a play that had nothing to do with him.
It was unknown how long passed, until figures of guards and warriors began to appear from the direction of the main street, trying to disperse the crowd and restore order, that this black-robed figure finally stirred slightly.
He slowly took a few steps back, his figure seeming to merge into the shadow of the wall, quietly disappearing into the darkness of the alley, leaving the spot without leaving the slightest trace.