Two-Headed Werewolves
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Slums?"
Hearing these three words, Ace fell silent.
Almost every city had a place like this.
These poor people were the products of this aristocratic society.
But Monn felt that there was no need to sympathize with them.
Poor people all have their own faults.
If these desperate people were really willing to work hard, even if they were not doing well, they would still be much better off than they were now.
Monn's body floated lightly. He did not want his feet to be contaminated.
He looked at the direction where the footprints disappeared and floated over.
Ace followed Monn and floated in the air. She followed closely behind Monn.
Monn found the footprints in a dark alley.
The footprints made a gesture toward Monn in the depths of the alley. Then, they turned into specks of fluorescent light and disappeared in the air.
Ace rushed over and said, "My spell has been dispelled. It seems to be inside."