Looking at the distant Casti, Horn couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Mr. Horn, are you going to have dinner next?" asked the guard beside him.
"Let's head to the nearest tavern...right here, avoid the wealthy district."
Horn and his men crossed the houses near the river, entering the narrow alleys leading everywhere.
The previously bustling atmosphere was much reduced.
In the dark corners of the walls and under the roadside straw mats, beggars and vagrants lay or stood.
Seeing people dressed lavishly, they rushed over to beg for a few coins or ask for a job.
This was the better situation; in just a few steps from the main road to the tavern, Horn had already witnessed two thefts and a robbery.
Vagrants and beggars surged forward like leeches, grabbing the stolen or robbed individuals' money bags.
Fortunately, Horn was accompanied by servants and four Iron Armor Guards, clearly not someone to mess with.
Vagrants aren't brainless; they wouldn't dare take on a losing bet.
