Moments earlier.
"Hmm, what do I even expect?"
Deklan looked at the gate entrance before him and let out a small sigh.
For someone who came from the twenty-first century, the sight before him doesn't surprise him at all.
In fact, it made him miss his home world even more.
Before him was the supposedly Ingver Town—that was the biggest town in the area, and even then, the entrance to the town was filled with cracked stones. People were shouting, bantering, and even singing, creating this rowdy atmosphere that was worse than anything Deklan had seen in his previous world.
And when he stepped inside, what greeted him first wasn't the architecture.
But the smell.
Judging from the coal dust in the air and smoke, Deklan already knew what era he was in.
And he was already judging hard even before he entered.
