216. Eternal Dreamer

The carriage was returned to Belfast and Company's carriage house, and coming out, the brightness outside finally didn't require the aid of an oil lamp for illumination.

Unless something had fallen on the ground.

On the way back, they passed through the marketplace, where a bustling crowd brought a hint of liveliness to the bleak rainy day, but most faces were etched with distinct despair—food prices had begun to skyrocket, the money that could buy 10 pounds of flour three days ago couldn't even fetch 6 pounds today.

Only a small portion of people were bargaining with the sellers, and those who made up their minds to purchase directly accounted for an even smaller part.

If the city council did not step in to control prices soon, they would continue to rise.

Fortunately, Belfast was by the sea, and in the absence of food, one could go to the bay to fish. Although it was hard to feel full, it was just enough to keep from starving.