That evening, at the White Horse Hostel in Sunset City.
Aiden stood by the window, pulling the curtain aside slightly to peer out, making sure no one was watching from the alley, before turning back.
This was a fairly nice hostel, with spacious private rooms, bright gas lamps, a plump large bed, a bathroom with a large bathtub suitable for soaking, a standing mirror for grooming, a desk for handling work, and even a small round tea table for hosting guests. The decor wasn't luxurious, but it was quite refined.
"With homeless refugees everywhere outside, don't you feel guilty staying in such a nice hostel?" The phantom of the goddess of revenge sat boredly on the bed's edge, speaking to Aiden with a mocking tone.
Behind her, the mercury alloy golem was faithfully carrying out the task of unpacking and arranging travel items from the luggage bag.
