In Zaun, there are actually quite a few Shurimans.
Because Shurima is a vast and boundless Desert located in the southern part of Runeterra, and it is only separated from Zaun by a strait. Whether using steamships or airships, communication back and forth between the two sides is very convenient. So many Shurimans come to Zaun or Piltover to earn a living.
Durin walked toward the Sixth Street of the North District on the Entresol Level. The North District was mainly inhabited by various workers, and most of the buildings here were old apartment blocks or long-abandoned old factories.
But even so, housing prices in the North District were still not cheap, costing 8.4 silver lun coins per square meter. Wanting to settle down here and have a place of one's own was no easy task.
There was an abandoned pier factory in the North District. Twenty or thirty years ago, goods were transported directly from the Inner Sea Harbor at the bottom of Zaun to the North District of the Entresol Level via public elevators.
Later, as Zaun's population continued to swell and there were too many workers at the old pier factory, they moved to build a brand-new factory near the Inner Sea Harbor. These abandoned factories were either left here to serve as processing plants for secondary treatment or used to store various waste materials.
At this moment, Durin passed an abandoned factory. The morning sunlight passed through the cracked glass roof, scattering mottled patterns on the ground.
The scene was one of ruins and debris, broken and fragmented, with shattered concrete blocks and exposed rebar everywhere in the air.
This kind of building is very common in Zaun. He had seen many dilapidated houses along the way that seemed not to have been repaired for a long time.
"Hmm?"
Perhaps because it rained yesterday, reducing the green haze in the air, it was a rare occasion for the sun above to refract and shine into Zaun's Entresol Level.
Sizzle~
Not knowing if it was an illusion, Durin seemed to have just seen a few streaks of pale blue electric light flash in a corner of the factory.
"The wires here can still have electricity?"
Durin tilted his head and watched for half a minute. No more electric light appeared, so he attributed the previous scene to his eyes playing tricks on him.
Only then did he notice glass shards scattered on the ground, suspected to be vessels that could only be used in certain chemical experiments.
They should have been used to fill some kind of liquid, but now the liquid inside had completely disappeared, leaving not a trace behind.
Not far away was a table burned pitch black; made of steel, it was already twisted and deformed, overturned on the ground.
Durin didn't think much of it; in Zaun, places like this were everywhere.
Thus, Durin continued walking toward the Sixth Street of the North District.
The Sixth Street was clearly wider and the road smoother than the narrow streets Durin had walked through before. There were Zaunites coming and going on the road, and the sound of peddling constantly came from the shops on both sides of the street.
There were those selling jade, clothes, old-fashioned record players, and also pots and pans—even newspapers from Piltover were for sale. It could be said that except for illegal things, anything could be bought or sold.
Undoubtedly, this was a street with a large flow of people, belonging to the more prosperous parts of the North District.
Durin spent about ten minutes following the address provided by the Toad Witch Doctor and finally found a roadside book stall next to Apartment Building No. 145.
To be precise, a machine resembling a carriage was parked at the street intersection. It was about five meters long and two meters wide, with a massive 1.5-meter-high boiler at the front of its pitch-black body, though it was currently extinguished.
These Steam Carriages were entirely driven by coal combustion and didn't require horses. They were only called Steam Carriages because their design resembled traditional ones.
Durin looked at the precise steam pipes surrounding the carriage and the complex mechanical gears beneath the wheel hubs, feeling quite tempted. It would be great if he could afford one; though he didn't know the price, it was definitely worth a fortune.
Furthermore, Durin noticed a particularly eye-catching emblem on the carriage. This logo looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't recall it for the moment.
The side of the carriage facing the street intersection opened upward like a lid, revealing rows of neat wooden shelves. The shelves were filled with a dazzling array of various books.
Beside the Steam Carriage sat a plump woman in a lounge chair, holding a book in both hands and reading.
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