Chapter 119 Rules

When Colin returned to the inn near the Danlan Shipyard, which he had instructed Renee to find anew, the sky had already turned completely dark.

The streets were now sparser in terms of pedestrians compared to daytime, replaced by many silver-white Heavy Armored Guards on patrol.

Patrols consisting of groups of five Guards, their silver-white Heavy Armor fitting as if naturally made, with only the latticed visors revealing a few tiny gaps.

Clack, clack, clack—

The Guards marched past in formation, with precise, uniformly measured strides.

Colin withdrew his gaze, not lingering any longer, and hurriedly entered the moderately-sized, plain inn.

He had rented a suite at the end of the first-floor corridor.

When he got back to his room, Renee had already prepared dinner for him.

Without rushing to dine, he walked over and sat down on the sofa, asking Renee,

"How did the inquiry go?"

"It's mostly done," Renee nodded, paused, and then began to relate: