Chapter 154: Western District
The Western District—infamous for its brothels, slave trading firms, and every kind of black business you could think of.
Despite its reputation, it was one of the highest tax-paying, most profitable districts in the entire human kingdom.
*Screech*
The wagon came to a sudden stop in front of the district's massive iron gate.
"I'm sorry, sir. But... I can't go any further from this point," the driver said, his voice cautious as he looked at Leon.
"Why ?" Leon asked with a confused expression as he looked at the wagon
"I've got a wife and three kids. If I go in there, I'm afraid... I won't come out the same man," the driver replied, uneasily.
"Fair enough," Leon said with a chuckle as he hopped down from the carriage. Fruela followed silently behind.
"Here's your money." Leon handed over ten copper coins to him.
"Thank you, sir." The driver gave a grateful nod before turning the wagon around and leaving without another word.
"So... this is the Western District, huh?" Leon muttered with a faint grin as he looked at the tall, decorated gate. Beyond it, the streets were drenched in light—glowing lanterns, colorful signs, an overwhelming sense of temptation and smell of aphrodisiac scented candles.