Chapter 50: Will Be Fixed Soon!
"You might not look sick," I said, "but who knows what’s going on inside. You should stop smoking that tobacco. Otherwise, your lungs might give out."
He squinted at me like I had just told him the sky was green. "What do you know about tobacco? Lungs, huh? Kid, that nonsense might work on someone else, but not me. You just had to say it to me of all people."
He held up the half-burned roll with a kind of reverence, almost like worshipping it.
After the stabbing incident, I didn’t run into any hidden quests or unexpected events.
In fact, things were so quiet, I started to wonder if I had somehow wandered into the wrong district... because this didn’t feel like the West Borough at all!
According to my memories, the West Borough was crawling with criminals. You had to constantly watch your back, pickpockets, random thugs demanding protection fees, and if you refused, they wouldn’t hesitate to rough you up or even stab you. On top of that, there was always the risk of being swarmed by desperate, hungry vagrants.
But strangely enough, I encountered none of that.
’What’s with the sudden peace and quiet?’ I thought to myself, scanning my surroundings.
Soon, I spotted a man leaning against the wooden railing of his house, puffing on a tobacco roll.
I walked over and cleared my throat.
It had become a habit of mine to clear my throat to get someone’s attention instead of waving or saying hello. Saved me the trouble of speaking too much. And clearly, it worked.
The man instantly took notice of my presence, glanced over, and eyed me with suspicion. "Who are you?"