The streetlights cast Durin's shadow long, reflecting on the extending bluestone street. Although Ladies Street was still shrouded in an unyielding mist after the rain, thankfully, the pedestrians walking through the puddles on the street dispelled some of the gloomy atmosphere.
A slightly tipsy Durin fumbled in his pocket for his pocket watch, opened it, and glanced at the time—7:20 PM.
Compared to the quiet daytime, night was when Ladies Street truly came alive.
Along the entire long street, public relations personnel and pimps stood at the entrances of their small courtyards soliciting customers, and occasionally, a curvaceous Geishas would emerge from a storefront to welcome important VIPs.
It perfectly matched the vibe of Ladies Street.
Durin noticed that there were no prominently painted rickshaws or public carriages on this street. He had no choice but to abandon the idea of taking a ride back. After briefly discerning the direction he came from, he let out a burp and started walking, becoming one of the figures in the crowd of pedestrians.
To get home as quickly as possible and avoid getting wet again from a second rain, Durin chose to take a shortcut through an alley.
Not far after, he saw a beggar being pushed and driven into an alley by an Enforcer patrolling the street, while the Enforcer muttered, "A bunch of stinking beggars coming to Piltover to beg, and they don't even know to stay in the alleys. They're always affecting the city's appearance for inspections from above."
"Hello, sir. Would you like to experience the warmth of the Great Sai Desert? It's only 5 copper circle coins." The beggar was disheveled, and turned out to be a black-skinned woman.
As she spoke, she pulled open her collar, revealing a hint of her collarbone, prominently veined with purple. Although her eyes suggested she wasn't old, her voice was as hoarse as if she were elderly.
Unfortunately, Durin wasn't in the mood to ponder how this person had come to Piltover after enduring such hardships, only to then face difficulties; he just wanted to go home as soon as possible.
However, upholding his compassion, he still chose to pull two copper circle coins from his pocket and tossed them to the other party, then left on his own accord.
As he was taking out the money, Durin glimpsed a woman in a long black dress behind him who also gave some money to the vagrant.
Durin scanned her, noticing she was wearing a form-fitting black lace dress, its hem reaching just above her slender calves, with layers of folds making the skirt billow out.
Corresponding to her leather shoes and cane, a delicate face was vaguely visible beneath the lace veil, and a faint scent of perfume emanated from her.
Hmm… this was likely a wealthy noblewoman.
But he didn't think much of it, simply continuing forward, his mind on his upcoming plans; he had actually been hesitating whether to continue studying necromancy, as he clearly possessed an innate talent for it, no less than his fire elemental talent after being modified by Stellatou the Darkin.
However, the deeper the necromancy, the more obscure the Ochnun involved, and the stronger the side effects, for example: the depletion of life force was a price that could not be ignored.
Durin had to find a compromise solution.
As he was thinking this, Durin suddenly noticed that when he arrived at an alley, a layer of mist had appeared at some unknown time, and the pedestrians on the road were gone.
Yet, that noblewoman still followed him, her high heels clicking behind him.
Was it a coincidence?
Durin, feeling a slight suspicion, became a little wary; he quickened his pace, stepping through the small puddles on the ground.
There were no longer any pedestrians on the road, and it seemed as though the surrounding sounds had quieted down, but before Durin could take a few more steps, a sudden thud and a soft cry of pain from a woman came from behind him.
"Oh dear!"
It sounded like someone had fallen behind him.
Durin turned his head and was startled to see the noblewoman sprawled on the ground in a sorry state, sobbing in a puddle, as if she had accidentally fallen.
Her body was stained with scattered black mud, and her two long, fair legs were also soiled with dirty water; her smooth left ankle showed clear signs of a sprain, yet her graceful figure was full of alluring curves.
In fact, the longer he stared, the more Durin felt that this lady needed a gentleman to extend a helping hand.
"Sir, could you help me? I can't stand up anymore…"
A soft, gentle female voice came from the noblewoman lying on the ground.
Then, the woman lifted her head, and beneath her soft, black, flowing hair was a captivating, well-proportioned face; a tear mole adorned the fair skin below her left emerald eye, adding to her Charm.
Although there was sewage and dirt clinging to her face, when her lips curved slightly into a playful arc, this alluring, serene smile gradually expanded in his vision until it completely occupied Durin's mind.
In an instant, a great surge of compassion rose in Durin's heart.
He absolutely had to extend a helping hand to this beautiful noblewoman!
She needs me!
This is my romantic encounter!
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