In the past, it was always the Lord who carried Hamlet on his shoulders, and as long as he was there, no matter how serious the problem, it couldn't shake him in the slightest.
The events happening in the city were truly overwhelming; nowadays, in just one day, they felt a bit dizzy.
It seemed that whenever Lance left, the world would start turning again, like an out-of-control carriage rushing forward with unstoppable momentum.
However, fortunately, with the arrival of night, no matter what happened during the day, they managed to get through another day.
Hamlet, the ruins.
Compared to the various chaotic happenings in the city, the situation in the new town was much simpler, because the vast majority of people had gone to the ruins to knock on skeletons, so any conflicts were not happening within the town.
The adventurers who arrived kept rushing up to the ruins to hunt for treasure, without even the slightest intention to linger.
