After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1577

Chapter 1577: Tracking Clues and Failing, Again

Awkward and tense silence once again draped over the vicinity. It was just one bad news after another.

"He what?"

He asked again, as if he had misheard.

He might have had a high level and was as healthy as people half his age, but he was still a 90-year-old in the end.

"I... I...." The guards stammered, extremely intimidated by the anger pouring out of him.

"Speak properly!"

"G-Grandmaster Hoffen is n-no longer in his home!"

"We saw that his house was empty, and the smoke from an earlier explosion months ago was left uncleaned."

They knew this because guards monitored the chaos happening in this area. There had been no explosion for many months, so it could’ve been that one from months ago.

They didn’t think too much because it was a common pattern. For the most part, Hoffen’s house would be silent, with only one or two people coming in or out, and some guests trying to knock only to be pushed away in the end.

There would be the occasional explosions, but then things would calm for months on end, and so on.

There were people around listening in, and they couldn’t help but whisper among each other. "Now that you mention it, we haven’t seen Master Hoffen for a while."

Most of the guests who weren’t able to run away were here, and a lot of them were being called back. So now there was a whole crowd of gossiping nobles and rich people.

The rumblings annoyed Bleumrick, but this wasn’t the time for him to deal with them.

"We just rarely see the Grandmaster in general," another said. "Who’d have known he was gone for a while?"

"He might just be traveling, right?"

"Does that mean our limb regenerating potion is gone for a while?"

This made people gasp and worry. There were only a few limb regenerating potions entering the market every year. The worst record was only one in two years! This was already with the raw material backing of a city!

Some cynics couldn’t help but look around. "What if he left for good?"

Ignoring these comments, Bleumrick willed himself to calm. "What about Gregor?"

This made the spectators nod as well. Yes, there was Sir Gregor! Even if the Grandmaster was hiding, Sir Gregor might be around!

"I..."

Then others commented. "Haven’t seen him in a while either."

"Indeed. I would often see him in my shop to buy raw materials," one said. This was the owner of one of Bleulle’s largest caravans next to Otto’s, and also one who had absorbed much of the manpower he left behind.

His focus would be on whatever was happening right now. Someone—possibly another City—attacked a top family in Bleulle. He couldn’t care for the Sephons, but this was a big slap on the face to him.

The mockery is making him very angry.

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