But unexpectedly, the death of a sheriff in this small town of Kalanfor didn't make even the slightest ripple.
Everything operated according to the original order, methodically and silently.
Even Jeff, who was recuperating in the church before, smoothly returned to the inn to reunite with the caravan people.
And until now, three days later, he has not heard any information related to this event.
"Could it really just be Ingram's personal action, unrelated to the church?"
"But how could a sheriff suddenly disappearing in the town not cause any stir?"
Xia Nan just felt something was strange.
As if he had touched the tip of the iceberg above the water surface, only vaguely seeing a huge hidden outline behind it, causing him to instinctively hold back his actions in fear.
With his current strength, it's better not to get too involved.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Accompanied by the faint sound of a wooden prosthetic hit the ground, Jeff, reeking of alcohol, staggered over.
