No need for the guard to report.
Lynn stopped the action of building the wall.
He patted the lime dust off his body and headed outside the blacksmith workshop.
Exiting the handicraft workshop district, he arrived at the Lord's Square.
Lynn scanned the area ahead.
Five double-horse-drawn carriages were parked on the vast Lord's Square.
The carriages were fully loaded, but with the covering of linen tarpaulins, it was difficult to see and know what the cargo was.
Beside the parked carriages, other than a team of guards, Lynn did not see any elegantly attired figures.
Lynn's gaze shifted, and soon, his eyes fixed.
In front of the Lord Statue, several figures were standing.
They were dressed in luxurious silk robes, with fair and clean complexions, exuding an aura of nobility and inviolability.
Especially those eyes looking up at the granite statue, full of disdain and mockery.
Lynn stepped forward towards the Lord Statue.
