The Western District—infamous for its brothels, slave trading firms, and every kind of black business you could think of.
Despite its reputation, it was one of the highest tax-paying, most profitable districts in the entire human kingdom.
*Screech*
The wagon came to a sudden stop in front of the district's massive iron gate.
"I'm sorry, sir. But... I can't go any further from this point," the driver said, his voice cautious as he looked at Leon.
"Why ?" Leon asked with a confused expression as he looked at the wagon driver.
"I've got a wife and three kids. If I go in there, I'm afraid... I won't come out the same man," the driver replied, uneasily.
"Fair enough," Leon said with a chuckle as he hopped down from the carriage. Fruela followed silently behind.
"Here's your money." Leon handed over ten copper coins to him.
"Thank you, sir." The driver gave a grateful nod before turning the wagon around and leaving without another word.
