Time flew. By the time the Kolon City garrison was replaced, the Wolf Island soldiers were patrolling the streets in an orderly fashion, and the whole of Kolon was beginning to stir back to life, two days had already passed.
Within Kolon City, merchants began passing through the gates again. All sorts of vendors appeared on the streets, and even Priests in their Divine Robes emerged from the Duomo Cathedral of Milan to purchase supplies.
Scantily clad women appeared on the streets and beckoned from balconies, all for the sake of letting the guests from the Northern Territory experience the local flavor of the Southern Territory.
Levi stood on the highest balcony of the White Castle, looking down at the scenes unfolding in Kolon City through a telescope.
Kolon was a major city, the commercial hub of the Southern Territory. The amount of Gold Coins lost for every day it remained sealed was simply unimaginable.
