After creating a commotion in the middle of the night, Milo slept all the way until the afternoon.
Having not fought any high-intensity battles in a long time, he felt a great sense of satisfaction after this warm-up. As such, he slept even more soundly. As for whether the Winston family’s people could fall asleep, that was not his concern.
But when Milo went out to the lower level of the relay station, he realized it was full of people.
As the person in charge of the trade caravan, Barrack stood in the middle while other people surrounded him noisily and shouted, “Vice President Webster, why are we suddenly not allowed to leave the city? What should we do with all the goods we brought?”
Someone else next to Melgor said, “Lord Melgor, why don’t you try discussing with the Winston family as a fellow sorcerer and see if they might let us leave? If we get delayed for a day, it’s an additional day of costs we have to bear. Feeding the horses and cattle requires money.”
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