"It seems to be the pigeon craftsman's yard."
Lawrence reminded him from the side.
"Let's go take a look."
Luo De carried Milly and walked over, then saw a young boy being shoved to the ground.
The boy looked about the same age as Luo De, but his complexion was pale, his skin an unhealthy grayish-white, as if he had been drained by a vampire.
No wonder he was called the curse of the Undead.
The woman who had been cursing the boy earlier immediately changed her sharp expression to a smile upon seeing Luo De,
"Welcome, esteemed sir, are you here to buy carrier pigeons?"
Even though he had been in the Northern Wasteland for over three months, Luo De still had fair skin and a handsome face, coupled with the dozen guards following behind him, indicating his noble status at a glance.
Luo De did not answer, but instead asked, "What's going on with him?"
"Don't even mention it, my husband was blind enough to take in this cursed waste a few years ago."
