"I can't imagine a place like this still exists in this city."
Looking at the scene before him,
Lurik couldn't help but say.
Hearing this, the human Night Watcher responsible for leading the way glanced at Lurik and said, "In human cities, this is quite normal, Sage."
"You can call me Lurik, or Yata."
The Night Watcher nodded, remembering that "Yata" among the Grays Dwarves seemed to mean Sage, but with a friendlier connotation.
"It's surprising when a city doesn't have a slum."
Lurik sighed and nodded.
In front of them lay an area in stark contrast to the rest of the city's splendor, with houses unusually low and some even appearing tilted.
It was evident that this area had been constructed a long time ago.
The buildings were old and dilapidated, with holes and broken roofs everywhere.
More unbearable was the stagnant sewage around, and a faint stench that lingered perpetually.
Every now and then, one could see excrement in the corners.
