Two hours later, Lynch and his team arrived at Gray Town.
Following the convoy as it slowly entered the town, Lynch turned his head to look around, his expression somewhat peculiar.
This is too quiet!
On their way in, the entire town was eerily silent, with only the sound of their horse hooves and footsteps echoing, and not a single shadow of a person could be seen—there wasn't even the slightest trace of human presence.
Although this backward era wouldn't have lively nightlife, for it to be this quiet at only around eight or nine o'clock—it's just...
Lynch rotated his eyes to observe the surroundings.
The towering walls and sharp-roofed wooden houses stood silhouetted against the night, their outlines unevenly illuminated by sparse lanterns, stoking a feeling that was hard to put into words.
"Is something wrong, Apprentice Lynch?"
At that moment, Avery approached, seemingly noticing the change in Lynch's expression.
Lynch voiced his inner concern, "It's too quiet here."
