Chapter 72 - Suspicious behind the valuable pills

Nyxander walked through the bustling business district, his steps steady yet unhurried, like a lone traveler navigating the shifting tides of a restless sea. The warm glow of street lamps flickered against the cobbled paths, their light casting elongated shadows that danced with the movement of late-night merchants and weary travelers. The hum of voices, the distant clatter of horse hooves, and the occasional burst of laughter wove together into the fabric of the night's melody.