Stanrose was a city whose permanent and transient population combined exceeded five hundred thousand. On Earth, hearing that a city had a population of five hundred thousand might make it sound like a small county town, but here, a city completely surrounded by walls was already large enough.
With such a vast scale, this city famed for its ore production naturally possessed sewers of matching size.
Enduring the stinging stench of rotting garbage, Xuan Ye walked along the half-meter-wide ledge beside the sewer. He could not help feeling disgusted. Although sewers of this scale looked more spacious than the modern sewers of many twenty-first-century cities on Earth, a sewer was still a sewer.
Were the people from the Thieves' Guild all abnormal? How could they endure an environment like this every day?
Fortunately, he did not have to endure it for long. After their guide led them through several twists and turns, they arrived before a dark wooden door. He knocked on it in a rhythmic pattern, and only then did an opening in the door slide open, seemingly to verify his identity.
This complicated arrangement left Xuan Ye feeling rather helpless. But thinking about it, anyone who used the Thieves' Guild instead of going to the Mercenary Guild to post a mission was probably dealing with something private and unsavory. Faced with such needs, they would come even if the journey was more troublesome.
Moreover, judging from the opening in this wooden door, this clearly was not the only exit. There might be another entrance with a more comfortable environment. It was just that, during curfew, their guide had not been confident he could keep avoiding the patrols, so he had chosen this route.
As he made his own deductions and analyses, Xuan Ye had become much more mature