Although the prestigious name of the Royal Magic Academy gave Gaode a momentary surge of impulse, the distance of several thousand kilometers quickly calmed him down.
Let alone several thousand kilometers, even Bremen, which was only two hundred kilometers away from Hogan City, was an unreachable destination for the current Gaode. This was not his past life, where convenient modes of transportation like high-speed rail and airplanes were readily available. Outside the city, the vast expanses of undeveloped, uninhabited forests were teeming with danger.
With slightly complicated feelings, Gaode left the commercial district and returned to the Medicinal Garden.
The news he heard today still left a sense of unease in his heart. Although the recent disappearances had occurred in the commercial and commoner districts, who could guarantee anything when it came to something like this? Perhaps the next incident would happen in the slums, the wealthy district, or even the suburbs.
