Chapter 574: Carefree Island Master

The streets were spotless. A neat row of trees ran down the center, their branches heavy with unfamiliar fruit that gave off a sweet, fragrant scent. Stone benches sat beneath the shade, inviting tired feet to rest. On either side, small vendors hawked their wares in an easy, unhurried rhythm. Salvatore Casson sensed the mood of the place at once. The people here lived comfortably, carefree and untroubled. No wonder it was called Carefree Island. The thought had barely formed when a yellow-robed...