"Ghost Market?"
Andrew furrowed his brows even tighter.
After the sudden death of the Alliance Hierarch, the Pendleton's stewards unanimously decided to hold the funeral in Swimming City.
Afterward, they would take the Hierarch's body back and lay him to rest in the Burial Mountain where all previous Alliance Hierarchs have been placed for a hundred years.
Despite holding a funeral, the security work was done extremely well.
Apart from the insiders of Pendleton, nobody knew.
Now the Princess of the North Sea had come to visit, inadvertently stumbling upon this mourning ceremony.
People from the Ghost Market, coming to join the commotion?
"How many people?" Andrew looked toward the guard.
"Twenty or thirty people, bristling with killing intent!" The guard reported truthfully.
Bristling with killing intent?
Since arriving in Swimming City, Pendleton had always kept a low profile, never stirring up any trouble.
