As guests who had lent a hand, Hao Ren and the others were treated as honored guests in Hearth City—although the castle governor appeared to be a stern, rigid man, he still observed proper etiquette when receiving visitors. However, given the desolate and decaying state of this world, even the most attentive hospitality could hardly be comfortable. Led by Willy, Hao Ren and the others arrived at the castle—or rather, the lowest level of the old factory. A row of small rooms for guests had been set up along the outer wall. The rooms were enclosed with sheet metal and compressed plastic panels and furnished with a few crude pieces of furniture. They were cramped, shabby, and carried a faintly strange odor, yet they were already quite good by Hearth City's standards.
Judging by the number of holes in the sheet-metal shacks in the civilian district outside, Hao Ren knew that he and the others had actually received very high-standard treatment.
This also indirectly showed that although the castle governor treated Willy harshly, he still valued his son deep down. Otherwise, he would not have gone to such lengths to entertain those who had saved him.
Willy went to invite the renowned "Scholar Auro," while Hao Ren and the others crowded into a single room to exchange their opinions. After seeing the absurd and bizarre state of this ship-bound city, everyone had plenty of guesses and ideas, and they urgently needed to discuss them.
"In any case, their inheritance has clearly been severed," Vivian said as she looked out the window. From there, they could see the plaza. On the streets cobbled together from scrap metal plates and chunks of plastic, a group of filthy children were running around. "Their civilization has regressed to the age of cold weapons."
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