The view on both sides was lined with dozens of bright yellow streetlights, continually retreating into the distance. The horse carriage occasionally turned a corner, startling a stray cat by the trash cans. It followed Mipola Boulevard, and then entered a complex network of lanes.
However, the coachman, who made a living from this, had a mental map of the entire East Sea City, so the carriage travelled smoothly.
After a short while, it reappeared on a spacious road. The interval between the streetlights here was significantly larger than in the core block, but the dim light could still illuminate the slightly dark, grid-like ground. The carriage slowed to a stop on the side.
"Here."
Casio handed several federal coins to the coachman, and as soon as the last person stepped off, the carriage hastily turned and darted away.
"Did he think we're part of the underworld?"
Casio raised an eyebrow, unconcerned. He didn't even get angry because they did indeed look like assassins.
