"The Witch's Convent" by DaoistaHADNk
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At this moment, the eastern sky had just begun to brighten, and aside from fishermen heading out to sea and a few people with urgent matters, almost no one was awake.
Hawthorne stepped out of the convent's door, but this time, he did not head towards the slum. Instead, he turned east, for the first time walking towards the only pristine area of the South Harbor District.
In the soft light of dawn, he walked through the old but clean streets, heading east. It gave him the feeling of strolling through a 1970s or 80s old city district.
Before long, several old, yellow-colored trams appeared at the edge of his vision. Beside the tram stop, a few district hall functionaries, small vendors, and Amazon women were lining up next to the tram, waiting for it to open.
These trams, powered by electric stone, ran between the South Harbor District and other districts. Liberl Port was enormous, and if one relied solely on walking to reach another district, it might take all morning, leaving little time to accomplish anything.
Due to high costs, there was only one morning tram to the Central District, which Amazon had negotiated for a long time to obtain a slot from the tram company.
Thus, those needing to conduct business there had to get up this early.
Hawthorne didn't do anything special, simply lining up like everyone else. The morning air still had a chill, and being somewhat physically weak, he had to pull his collar tight, looking no different from the bespectacled, mild-mannered office workers beside him. An Amazon woman, dressed lightly, couldn't help but scoff at their appearance.
Ultimately, the wait for the tram was uneventful. Soon, the tram doors opened, and people began boarding, purchasing tickets according to their destinations, and finding seats.
Hawthorne was lucky enough to grab the last seat, leaving those who boarded after him to stand.
Once everyone was aboard, the tram car became packed like a can of sardines. As the driver started the vehicle, the tram lurched forward shakily.
As the tram left the station, it immediately entered a segment of track adjacent to the slum. Barbed wire lined either side of the tracks, both to prevent suicides and to stop vengeful residents from causing deliberate damage.
Looking out the window, Hawthorne felt a stark contrast: on this side, people on the tram had one foot in the modern world, or at least enjoyed the standards of the recent past; while on the other side of the fence, those isolated might experience conditions worse than the Middle Ages. Even through the window, it was as if he could smell the stench from the slum, assaulting his senses.
And yet, this was the same city.
The tram continued to accelerate, finally leaving the South Harbor District entirely and entering the adjacent university city. As soon as it approached, stone skyscrapers came into view, with flower beds lining the clean streets. Well-dressed young men and women strolled down the sidewalks with backpacks, holding ice cream or milk tea, smiling and exchanging sweet words, as if living in a modern society.
This scene made Hawthorne even more reflective. In the game, everything was artistically beautified, and the limited perspective didn't convey such depth.
Today, the journey on the tram felt like moving from a slave society straight into modern life, an experience truly beyond words.
Indeed, on the spectrum of reactionary forces, compradors are sometimes even more despicable than warlords or military dictators.
No matter how he thought about it, people began to get off and on the tram at this point. The tram continued its journey, making only one stop in the vast South Harbor District, but in the university city, it stopped at five stations.
In the Mithril District and Muses District that followed, the tram also made several stops. Finally, after two hours, it arrived at the Central District.
After having his ticket checked by the attendant, Hawthorne disembarked, calmed his thoughts, and headed toward the Blue Dragon Bank.
Concerning the level of his convent, this plan had to succeed without fail!
...
At the top floor of the Blue Dragon Bank, the immense Young Blue Dragon Rahman leaned against a huge one-way floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city below, trying to find some amusement for himself.
His body was a sky-blue hue, with tightly fitting scales that left no visible gaps. The golden horn on his forehead was short and bright, clearly polished daily with care. The whiskers on his chin were long and dense, and each of his ten front claws bore a large gemstone ring of different colors, highlighting his unique taste and astounding wealth.
At this moment, his yellow slit eyes were scanning the district below, as if searching for prey. Occasionally, when his gaze passed the sign of the Gold Dragon Bank in the distance, a noticeable jealousy flickered in his eyes.
He belonged to the royal family of the desert kingdom "Fahad Kingdom," established by the Blue Dragons, a young prince. As a youthful dragon, he was sent by his elders to Liberl Port with a significant mission: to make several profitable investments, reversing the bank's current losses, and the resulting return on investment would determine his standing within the family and the extent of power he would eventually inherit.
Accompanying him were several other Young Blue Dragons, all rivals, each exerting pressure on the others.
The elder princes of the Blue Dragon Family felt a strong sense of urgency. Some years ago, they had invited several great prophecy Mages to predict how long their monopoly on electric stone would last, and the answer they received was that it would remain unchallenged for "at least a century."
Then, the Blue Dragons' sense of urgency arose.
A century? Does that not imply a risk of being replaced after a hundred years?
Perhaps to humans, a hundred years seems an unimaginably long time, but for Blue Dragons, who have an average lifespan of 3,000 years, it translates roughly to telling a human, "You will lose your income source in two years."
How could this not make the Blue Dragons anxious?
Consequently, they established their own Blue Dragon Bank, modeling it after the world's wealthiest financial institution—the bank created by the Gold Dragons—hoping to maintain their vast wealth through investments.
However, the results of this endeavor have not been very promising so far. While the Blue Dragons are powerful and united, they lack the extensive investment experience and the dominant comprehensive strength of the Gold Dragons, which includes the ability to project military power globally.
After all, the Gold Dragons are supported by other Metal Dragons as allies. Meanwhile, the chromatic dragons...
Well, that's a different story.
Fortunately, over the years, their losses have been insignificant compared to their accumulated wealth; otherwise, the anxiety levels of the Princes of the Blue Dragon would likely be even higher.
Amid this backdrop, Rahman and his contemporaries were sent to Liberl Port to gain experience.
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