The rain in the Royal Capital still hasn't fallen.
Two more days passed just like that.
That night.
The weather remained hot, and even a slight breeze from the sea showed no sign of providing any relief.
In this kind of heat, the Mafia distillery in the South District finally produced its first batch of bootleg liquor.
Under Crenzo's command, the entire batch was swiftly packed up.
Although there were still many novices at the distillery, fortunately, Palon had brought in quite a few experienced hands, and with Crenzo's coordination, things proceeded smoothly.
Once the goods were packed, they began transportation immediately, without any delay; the items had to be sent out from the Royal Capital tonight.
The cover of night was the best protection.
Even if the nights in the Royal Capital were never completely dark.
Although the scene was grand, Crenzo couldn't help but feel a lack of enthusiasm.
