Lin Li was interested in this fat bandit, but there was not much time. He had to wait till he finished settling the Fire Salamandrid leather business before coming back to have a chat with him.
Elijah and Lin Li walked through the foul-smelling street amidst the arguments. They squeezed through with difficulty until half an hour later, when Elijah finally stopped.
"Mr Felic, it's here."
What he pointed at was a torn and tattered workshop.
This workshop was befitting of being described as torn and tattered. From afar, it was just a piece of wood dangling. It seemed like a gust of wind would blow away the main door, while the furnace outside the door was not even lit. The anvil had a thick layer of dust on top. When Lin Li walked over, the sight was bare and empty. It was as if it had been a while since the furnace had been lit.
