Other than Garan’s fight, Althea’s was also reaching its end. Well, to be more specific, it was Althea’s plants.
Smack!
Slap!
The magical fight was happening within the villa walls.
When Virion and Valhalla peeked over the wall, their eyes were sparkling with curiosity. They had heard of Althea’s ability to control plants, which showed itself during the Valov War.
They heard it could ’absorb’ people even stronger than she was. The caveat was that it would overconsume her energy.
But...it seemed like this wasn’t the case this time? First of all, there was no absorption happening. Those two plants—No, three, if you count the lump of clay rolling underground and jumping up to hit enemies—were physically attacking their enemies. There was no sign of them even consuming them directly, let alone absorption by touch.
Another reason was that Althea herself looked very leisurely, almost like watching a show. There was no sign of fatigue at all.
That said, the whole sector of the city was already aware of the chaos here, and many had gathered to see what was going on. Several people asked those who were there, and they did get information.
By the time the ’gang war’ ended, everyone knew that there was a small group of people carrying dwarves who defeated Tanko’s group.
Tanko’s group had always been domineering in the City, and they depended on their strength to get a lot of things from others. Had there been no rules and had Valahalla been the sickly Lord that he was before, then they’d have acted even worse.
Seeing them defeated inexplicably spread out the news even more.
In fact, there had been some associated domineering gangs to Vairoz, Virion’s Uncle, before, and they had been either wiped out or turned to slaves. Tanko’s group was barely spared because they were hostile to Vairoz.
It was not because they differed in values. On the contrary, both groups were quite evil. They were hostile because the former royal had stolen several women from Tanko before.
After they were beaten up, the trespassers were then thrown out of the walls. Because fighting was not prohibited, no one was sent to prison, and the losers could only accept the loss of face this time.
Instead, people went forward and congratulated them. It was just after dawn now, but there were already so many people around the villa.
"Good job!"
"That was a satisfying fight!"
"You were so handsome!" a big, muscular man passionately told Garan, making the latter’s eyes twitch.
"Are you an ice elementalist? How rare!"
"I think I saw him use metal..."
"Dual elementalist! Oh my elves!"
"What happened inside the wall? Can you show us?"
Et cetera.
A City focused on fighting was indeed different from others.
Among the creatures that approached them were none other than their orc recruits from Quo Town. "You are quite famous!"
Althea smiled. "Have you adjusted well?"
"It’s alright," they said. "We still prefer to be outside the territories, but a few mobs with level 40s have attacked over the past few days, so we cannot do so."

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