Chapter 595: The Slums (2)
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Navigating through the squalor of the slums, Erik and Rebecca remained close, a sense of unease weighing on them. The slums seemed to be a living entity, breathing and pulsating with the grim realities of life on the fringes of society.
"What should we do once we reach the place?" She asked with a slightly concerned tone, her eyes fixed on Erik. "Catrina had been seen at a shop in the slums, Rundel's Emporium, where they sell potions and mana-filled ingredients. But after that, she disappeared. The guild talked to the owner and looked into it but found nothing."
Erik's expression tightened, his mind racing through the information he'd downloaded from Doran's lab before the Blackguards, whose presence made the whole situation a dangerous game, had set it aflame.
He knew that the shop was involved in the matter, but aside from giving ingredients to Doran's lab, it didn't do much according to Doran's documents. The fact that Catrina had been spotted at an alchemical shop was not a mere coincidence since she worked with the man.
"We have to approach this cautiously," he told Rebecca, his voice low and measured. "I'm sure Catrina had a reason to be at Rundel's. Maybe she was acquiring something or meeting someone."
He paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered the possibilities.
"We'll start by observing the shop from a distance and seeing who comes and goes. We may even find a way to question Rundel without arousing suspicion. But whatever we do, we must tread lightly. If these guys suspect we're on their trail, they won't hesitate to eliminate us. Of course, we will change our approach if the situation demands it."
Rebecca's eyes widened momentarily before she nodded, determination settling over her. "Understood," she said, her voice firm.
The duo made their way to Rundel's Alchemical Emporium, a dimly lit shop tucked away in a crooked alley in the slums. The shop's exterior was weathered, and an old wooden sign creaked overhead, swaying in the wind.
The windows were clouded with age and grime, revealing little of the interior. An array of bottles, flasks, and odd trinkets could be glimpsed through the murky glass, hinting at the treasures and secrets hidden within but nothing more.
"Rebecca," Erik instructed, his voice a hushed whisper, "I want you to go up that building there and keep an eye on the shop. Try not to be seen."
Rebecca nodded, her eyes sharp and focused. Without a word, she scaled the wall with practiced ease, disappearing onto a rooftop that offered a clear vantage point of Rundel's shop.
Meanwhile, Erik settled himself in a concealed spot where he could observe the entrance. He immediately addressed the biological supercomputer.
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[UNDERSTOOD. CONNECTING TO DEVICES INSIDE THE SHOP. ACCESSING SECURITY CAMERAS. CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL.]
As soon as Erik got access to the shop's surveillance system. Through the eyes of the hidden cameras, he was able to see the interior of the shop.
Shelves lined the walls, filled with ingredients and potions. Customers browsed the wares, but there weren't many of them. The place looked incredibly ugly and dirty, with layers of dust covering the shelves and cobwebs hanging from the corners. The once vibrant and colorful potions now appeared faded and neglected. The lack of customers further emphasized the unappealing state of the place, as it seemed that even potential buyers were put off by its unkempt appearance.I think you should take a look at
It wasn't long after Erik found a hidden room.
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Navigating through the squalor of the slums, Erik and Rebecca remained close, a sense of unease weighing on them. The slums seemed to be a living entity, breathing and pulsating with the grim realities of life on the fringes of society.
"What should we do once we reach the place?" She asked with a slightly concerned tone, her eyes fixed on Erik. "Catrina had been seen at a shop in the slums, Rundel's Emporium, where they sell potions and mana-filled ingredients. But after that, she disappeared. The guild talked to the owner and looked into it but found nothing."
Erik's expression tightened, his mind racing through the information he'd downloaded from Doran's lab before the Blackguards, whose presence made the whole situation a dangerous game, had set it aflame.
He knew that the shop was involved in the matter, but aside from giving ingredients to Doran's lab, it didn't do much according to Doran's documents. The fact that Catrina had been spotted at an alchemical shop was not a mere coincidence since she worked with the man.
"We have to approach this cautiously," he told Rebecca, his voice low and measured. "I'm sure Catrina had a reason to be at Rundel's. Maybe she was acquiring something or meeting someone."
He paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered the possibilities.
"We'll start by observing the shop from a distance and seeing who comes and goes. We may even find a way to question Rundel without arousing suspicion. But whatever we do, we must tread lightly. If these guys suspect we're on their trail, they won't hesitate to eliminate us. Of course, we will change our approach if the situation demands it."
Rebecca's eyes widened momentarily before she nodded, determination settling over her. "Understood," she said, her voice firm.
The duo made their way to Rundel's Alchemical Emporium, a dimly lit shop tucked away in a crooked alley in the slums. The shop's exterior was weathered, and an old wooden sign creaked overhead, swaying in the wind.
The windows were clouded with age and grime, revealing little of the interior. An array of bottles, flasks, and odd trinkets could be glimpsed through the murky glass, hinting at the treasures and secrets hidden within but nothing more.
"Rebecca," Erik instructed, his voice a hushed whisper, "I want you to go up that building there and keep an eye on the shop. Try not to be seen."
Rebecca nodded, her eyes sharp and focused. Without a word, she scaled the wall with practiced ease, disappearing onto a rooftop that offered a clear vantage point of Rundel's shop.
Meanwhile, Erik settled himself in a concealed spot where he could observe the entrance. He immediately addressed the biological supercomputer.
n)(O.-V()e--l(-b.-1.(n
[UNDERSTOOD. CONNECTING TO DEVICES INSIDE THE SHOP. ACCESSING SECURITY CAMERAS. CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL.]
As soon as Erik got access to the shop's surveillance system. Through the eyes of the hidden cameras, he was able to see the interior of the shop.
Shelves lined the walls, filled with ingredients and potions. Customers browsed the wares, but there weren't many of them. The place looked incredibly ugly and dirty, with layers of dust covering the shelves and cobwebs hanging from the corners. The once vibrant and colorful potions now appeared faded and neglected. The lack of customers further emphasized the unappealing state of the place, as it seemed that even potential buyers were put off by its unkempt appearance.I think you should take a look at
It wasn't long after Erik found a hidden room.
Navigating through the squalor of the slums, Erik and Rebecca remained close, a sense of unease weighing on them. The slums seemed to be a living entity, breathing and pulsating with the grim realities of life on the fringes of society. "What should we do once we reach the place?" She asked with a slightly concerned tone, her eyes fixed on Erik. "Catrina had been seen at a shop in the slums, Rundel's Emporium, where they sell potions and mana-filled ingredients. But after that, she disappeared. The guild talked to the owner and looked into it but found nothing."Erik's expression tightened, his mind racing through the information he'd downloaded from Doran's lab before the Blackguards, whose presence made the whole situation a dangerous game, had set it aflame. He knew that the shop was involved in the matter, but aside from giving ingredients to Doran's lab, it didn't do much according to Doran's documents. The fact that Catrina had been spotted at an alchemical shop was not a mere coincidence since she worked with the man."We have to approach this cautiously," he told Rebecca, his voice low and measured. "I'm sure Catrina had a reason to be at Rundel's. Maybe she was acquiring something or meeting someone."He paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered the possibilities. "We'll start by observing the shop from a distance and seeing who comes and goes. We may even find a way to question Rundel without arousing suspicion. But whatever we do, we must tread lightly. If these guys suspect we're on their trail, they won't hesitate to eliminate us. Of course, we will change our approach if the situation demands it."Rebecca's eyes widened momentarily before she nodded, determination settling over her. "Understood," she said, her voice firm.The duo made their way to Rundel's Alchemical Emporium, a dimly lit shop tucked away in a crooked alley in the slums. The shop's exterior was weathered, and an old wooden sign creaked overhead, swaying in the wind. The windows were clouded with age and grime, revealing little of the interior. An array of bottles, flasks, and odd trinkets could be glimpsed through the murky glass, hinting at the treasures and secrets hidden within but nothing more."Rebecca," Erik instructed, his voice a hushed whisper, "I want you to go up that building there and keep an eye on the shop. Try not to be seen."Rebecca nodded, her eyes sharp and focused. Without a word, she scaled the wall with practiced ease, disappearing onto a rooftop that offered a clear vantage point of Rundel's shop.Meanwhile, Erik settled himself in a concealed spot where he could observe the entrance. He immediately addressed the biological supercomputer.nO.-Ve--l-b.-1.nUNDERSTOOD. CONNECTING TO DEVICES INSIDE THE SHOP. ACCESSING SECURITY CAMERAS. CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL.As soon as Erik got access to the shop's surveillance system. Through the eyes of the hidden cameras, he was able to see the interior of the shop. Shelves lined the walls, filled with ingredients and potions. Customers browsed the wares, but there weren't many of them. The place looked incredibly ugly and dirty, with layers of dust covering the shelves and cobwebs hanging from the corners. The once vibrant and colorful potions now appeared faded and neglected. The lack of customers further emphasized the unappealing state of the place, as it seemed that even potential buyers were put off by its unkempt appearance.I think you should take a look at It wasn't long after Erik found a hidden room.
