On the southern side of the city of Mal'Zareth lay a slum area.
It was so filthy that a repulsive stench could be smelled from every direction.
"Umm… Is your business here, sir?" Nolan asked hesitantly.
"Correct." The horse-headed demon nodded and pointed ahead. "More precisely, thirty meters that way."
Nolan swallowed hard and forced a look of fear.
He glanced around and saw many wretched demons lying in the alley.
They were disheveled, covered in wounds, and appeared neglected. Most striking was the putrid stench that clung to their bodies.
'Are they already dead?' Nolan wondered silently.
He had underestimated the demon race. No wonder they were considered cruel—they even treated their own kind that way.
Nolan could not deny that such practices also existed in human cities. However, they did not usually go so far as to leave lifeless bodies lying on the roadside.
They finally reached the end of the alley, where a rundown house stood with walls stained in dried blood.
