C116 Literary Prison

Huhuhu...

On the streets of Wa City, a bone-piercing cold wind blew past. It was winter, and the northern capital's market was still bustling with noise and excitement. At this moment, the two sides of the street were filled with people. These people were blocked by the soldiers outside the path, and they let out waves of shouts.

Creak ~

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Suddenly