Beggars, commoners, fugitives, outsiders, slaves, worshippers of the Evil God... almost every kind of lowlife gathered here.
Every day, new corpses could be seen appearing in the stinking gutters... a paradise for evil and criminals.
The main street outside was quite bustling, with a constant flow of carriages, and no one paid attention to Lear and his party.
After getting off the carriage, everything around Lear felt both unfamiliar and yet very familiar. He navigated the streets relying on the body's memory.
After winding through, he stepped into a narrow alley that could only accommodate two or three people walking side by side.
The dirty black water flowed on the ground, with piled-up trash and excrement everywhere.
Whenever someone passed by, swarms of buzzing flies would rise, only to deftly settle back down once the person passed.
Finding a place to step through it was a challenging task.
