95 Bustling Trade Center (2/2)

This guard was asking for it but Dean knew it was too early to start causing trouble.

Handing the money to the guard, Dean asked for some details.

”What's your name?”

The guard was surprised by the sudden question and felt the hefty weight in his hand

”Umm, I'm Jon from the noble house of....”

He was spouting off his origins with pure arrogance that Dean couldn't help but get annoyed quickly, forcing him to just leave.

Dean was now searching for some accommodations to live in, some food to eat and then search for some information.

It was a new experience to suddenly look at the interesting architecture of this city.

The pathways were roughly large enough for two small lines of humans that could wander the outskirts while the center was large enough for two rows of carriages.

Branching out of the main pathways were smaller roads for humans to take less populated paths but they seemed frankly dangerous.

Some were dark gloomy alleys while the rest were bright open paths.

On the outskirts of the city was most likely the homes of the residents that live in this place while as one moves in closer tot he center, buildings become exponentially taller.

Most homes were built with wood while the larger buildings were safely secured with thick study bricks to ensure stability.

Wandering for a little longer, the center was filled to the brim with humans and gave a wonderful view of the local buildings.

Many stalls were built here to sell food, trash, clothes and much more.

Dean didn't understand how people who were selling old antiques were able to make a living but guessed that they must scam some unfortunate people.

Most large buildings were firms for amateur merchant companies however Dean was not able to spot the Old Man.

Other companies were hotels and some restaurants that were clearly disturbed for the more wealthy people while in another district there is a different demographic.

The largest buildings were located at the north where the Zikel Clan apparently lives.

Mansions upon mansions were there while some of the large buildings close to those mansions are apparently owned by the clan.

Dean was truly fascinated by the sheer power this clan had compared to his and how the hell his grandpa was even able to get a connection with them.

But the first thing Dean wanted to enjoy was the culture of this place.

Some shops had the guts to sell some soup and sold food that was unusually crispy.

Dean had no idea what type of magic this was but the people working at the stores always liked to say

”It's a secret.”