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Really, only if the stupid dog looked like the one on this wanted poster would anyone ever find him, now that would truly be "seeing a Ghost."
Yi Lin stifled a laugh and silently left the spot.
Nothing happened during the day.
Until... the deep of the night.
In London.
Fog pervaded.
The night was moonless and chilly.
Inside Swan Castle, two women in disguise sneaked out.
They headed straight to the slums.
Yi Lin and Ruth, to avoid unnecessary trouble, had dressed down a bit and blended into the narrow alleys, looking much less conspicuous.
Decay, grease, and moss.
Cockroaches scurrying, rats hopping joyfully, crisscrossing ditches, and untreated sewage emitting a stench in the sewers.
Poverty oozed from every corner, starkly contrasting the luxurious downtown area, the difference as clear as day.
And in the slums, not even a soldier in sight. It seemed that in London, this was a filthy corner that even the royal guards preferred to avoid.
