Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Attracted by her, Larraya looked to his left, and then he saw a kindly old lady and her friends.

"It’s a man." Four-leaf said.

It was indeed a man, the unfortunate fellow he had encountered while stealing—what were they doing in Rongma?

As Larraya thought about it, a question arose—They wouldn’t have come for love and peace, and since those Chaos cultists wouldn’t bring anything good with them, then... if they were here to kill, who would they most want to assassinate?

It would definitely be some foolish thief.

With this in mind, Larraya steeled himself and walked toward the ticket booth with Four-leaf—leaving directly now would only draw the scrutiny of those of different identities; they might not even make it out the door before a gunfight would break out.

Stay calm, Larraya, my old friend, think about how you can stay out of this.

Queuing at the end of the line to buy tickets, Larraya didn’t dare to use any Spell Formation, as any fluctuation of Spiritual Energy might attract danger—neither those Chaos cultists nor the men in blue uniforms were someone Larraya could handle at the moment.

Damn, if only he had listened to Lord Malin and left tomorrow morning or afternoon, there would have been no problem.

The Thananese always say, impatience won’t get you hot tofu.

While he was thinking, Larraya saw an old man in front of him pay, take five tickets, and bypass the line toward the left.