Stanley glanced at the solid stone wall before him, built of thick green stones like a castle's formidable rampart, and nodded slightly, a hint of contemplation flashing in his somber eyes.
Even the sin-ridden slums harbor wealthy merchants; in fact, this land rife with vice generates wealth no less significant than that of several other districts.
It's just that most people earn Gold Puck only to die before they can spend it.
A team of guards clad in full Dwarf armor opened the iron-casted manor gates upon seeing Stanley and his guide, inviting the two inside.
"Good evening, Lord Nathan, welcome to your arrival,"
The guide nodded without uttering a word, signaled slightly, and two guards promptly came forward to lead the way.
Stanley silently watched all this, his eyes keen as a falcon's from the shadows.
The expansive manor seemed like a palace, creating a stark contrast to the dilapidated slums outside.
