Lu Li walked on the road leading to the Judiciary Cathedral.
Behind the shop windows, on the balconies, inside the windows, outside on the streets, and citizens who had rushed over from other places watched quietly as Lu Li passed by.
Among them were shivering middle-aged people in thin clothes, scoundrels wrapped in filthy blood-stained coats, empty-handed soldiers, and the Judiciary Guard standing quietly.
"Catch that fallen Exorcist!"
A voice emerged from the crowd, causing a stir, but even the Knights of the Guard did nothing.
Everything experienced in the dream was clear in everyone's memory, the citizens no longer wanted to be labeled as the "Heretics" they once reviled, and the Knights and soldiers didn't want to become accomplices of the conspirators again—
That was not the ending the people of the Unfrozen Harbor wanted.
Soon, a silhouette with a giant backpack appeared beside the lonely advancing Lu Li.
Merchant Anthony had left the dungeon.
"Mr. Luli!"
