Nomi stared blankly at the simple little farmhouse before her, her heart surging with emotions, as if she had a thousand words wanting to pour out.
But when she opened her mouth, she could only say one thing:
"So shabby."
The house in front had merely two rooms, with the two-story central building being the main house. The tattered eaves bore the marks of time, and the windows were patched up with pieces of paper.
The other room seemed to be a workshop, built alongside a stream, equipped with a mill, waterwheel, and forge. The various tools like hammers and nails hanging in the shed suggested it might be a blacksmith's shop.
But whether it was the main house or the blacksmith's shop, both buildings seemed rather poor to the Abyssal People, who had long entered the Interstellar Era.
Facing such a scene, Nomi felt puzzled. She turned to look at the security personnel accompanying her — who claimed to be a Dragon Blood Titan from Dialan, and directly asked:
