"I can’t imagine a place like this still exists in this city."
Looking at the scene before him,
Lurik couldn’t help but say.
Hearing this, the human Night Watcher responsible for leading the way glanced at Lurik and said, "In human cities, this is quite normal, Sage."
"You can call Lurik, or Yata."
The Night Watcher nodded, rembering that "Yata" among the Grays Dwarves seed to an Sage, but with a friendlier connotation.
"It’s surprising when a city doesn’t have a slum."
Lurik sighed and nodded.
In front of them lay an area in stark contrast to the rest of the city’s splendor, with houses unusually low and so even appearing tilted.
It was evident that this area had been constructed a long ti ago.
The buildings were old and dilapidated, with holes and broken roofs everywhere.
More unbearable was the stagnant sewage around, and a faint stench that lingered perpetually.
Every now and then, one could see excrent in the corners.
So ragged holess people huddled in the corners, wrapped in sothing that looked like either tattered cloth or mats, lying there.
One couldn’t tell if they were dead or alive.
Hostile gazes stared at them from windows of the houses, shadows in the alleys, and streets from the corners.
These eyes scrutinized without restraint, as if looking at prey.
Of course, there were more shadows that hid away once they saw them.
"Here we are." After traversing a street, the leading Night Watcher said.
Lurik looked at the building.
How should one put it? In this area, it seed relatively decent.
At least only the roof was slightly damaged, while the walls and doors were intact.
The Night Watcher went up and knocked on the door lightly.
A female voice ca from inside.
"Who?"
Before they could respond, the voice continued.
"You’ve got the wrong person."
"Is it Madam Margery?"
The voice inside went silent for a mont, then the door moved slightly, but didn’t open, as if soone was leaning against it.
"Get lost, tell Fingerless that I will not sell my daughter to him, let him give up."
The woman’s voice turned sowhat angry, hoarse with a clear sense of threat.
Lurik and the Night Watcher looked at each other.
Lurik cleared his throat and said, "Ma’am, I believe you’re mistaken, we an no harm. We just have sothing to discuss with you."
The Dwarf’s voice was coarse and low, obviously distinct from a human’s.
Upon hearing this strange voice,
a slit appeared in the door, and an eye peered out through the gap.
After confirming the people outside, she opened the door.
A woman erged.
She looked a bit thin, her wheat-colored hair dry and tied casually.
She wore a faded outfit, covered with various patches.
She half-covered the door, eyeing Lurik and others with vigilance and scrutiny.
From the half-opened door, two small heads poked out,
only revealing their eyes, watching the crowd outside.
Margery seemingly realized her daughters’ presence behind her, and pushed their heads back with her hands, making them retreat inside.
"Who are you? I don’t think I know you? What brings you here?"
Margery asked.
Lurik smiled, trying to appear as amiable as possible: "Allow to introduce myself, I’m Lurik, a Sage of the Gray Mountain Dwarves and also a Night Watcher."
"A Sage of the Gray Mountain Dwarves?" The woman clearly recognized the title.
After all, around the Cohen Kingdom, there was only one group of Dwarves, and here in the Royal Capital, one could occasionally see Dwarves.
But as for the Night Watcher, she evidently had no knowledge.
"We’d like to invite you to join the Night Watcher."
"What?" Margery’s eyes filled with confusion.
She furrowed her brow, wondering if she heard wrong.
Having no idea what a Night Watcher was, a stranger Dwarf inviting her to join,
it all seed too odd, completely incomprehensible.
"I’m sorry, I don’t know what Night Watcher is, you might have got the wrong person."
She said, preparing to return to her room.
"Wait." Lurik hastily called out.
However, at this mont, another voice interrupted them.
"Hey! Who are you people?"
A group of people in leather armor, of various shapes and sizes, ca over.
They held makeshift weapons, daggers, and short swords.
Looking unfriendly, they surrounded Lurik and the others.
Seeing this unfold outside, Margery quickly retreated into her house.
"Hehe, don’t hide Margery, I won’t do anything to you." The leader was a middle-aged man appearing about 30 years old.
Hunched over, with pale skin and so minor scars on his face.
A lewd expression that was sickening.
The most noticeable feature was the missing part of his little finger on the left hand.
After speaking, he glanced at Lurik and his group.
"A dwarf? What are you doing here?"
That remark made Lurik frown, grateful it was him who ca.
If it had been any other Dwarf, a fight would have already broken out.
A nearby lackey said, "I just overheard them; they seem to want Margery to join them or sothing."
"What?!" exclaid Fingerless,
looking at Lurik and others nacingly.
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