"Sir, please buy a flower."
On the edge of Midnight City, an old sewer branch, the shantytown inn.
The figures draped in clerical robes quietly ate the food they brought. The little girl peering in from outside made them pause.
Several pairs of eyes under the hoods fell on the little girl. She waited for a while, saw no business, and then left the doorway.
Silently finishing their food, they paid the lodging fee and left the shantytown inn.
The faint glow from the fluorite chunks on the dome was not as bright as the oil lamp torches in the shops. The shop signs written on the alchemical slabs, adorned with colorful glowing runes, could be seen clearly from hundreds of meters away.
The burly figure following his companions suddenly paused, looking at the street not far away.
He saw the little girl selling flowers again. She seemed to have been rebuffed once more, carrying a basket of flowers that seemed to have none missing.
