From the open-air platform, looking down, the scenery of the Inner City, Outer City, and the bay was all in sight, and the warm breeze of the bright summer day caressed his face, permeating with an invisible restlessness.
Liszt didn't know how long this trip would specifically take.
The second quarter financial report would come out in August, and he didn't know if he'd be present by then.
Apart from railroads, Sharon, Liszt had other plans for going inland.
He was now a legitimate merchant, already able to issue commissions in his own name at the adventurer's guild.
Over seven years,
Liszt had been avoiding being hunted, only able to survive on the edge of a completely chaotic world, and those days were finally over—it was his turn to hunt.
Like a nightmare that could not be waved away, a strange figure with bizarre proportions, always wearing a black cloth hood.
The first thing upon landing.
Liszt planned to offer a hefty bounty for this man, a price on his head.
