After settling matters with the old man, Li Su left.
He left behind all the compensation from Fatty's family, as well as the blade coins bestowed by the High Tower.
Mainly because he couldn't bring himself to show them off!
The compensation from Fatty's clansmen came in boxes of blade coins—there had to be at least a thousand coins in each box.
And how much had the High Tower given him when he came out?
Ten blade coins and a hundred small blade coins—not even enough to compare with the loose change in a single box.
After leaving the sprawling mansion, nearly ten courtyards deep, Li Su did not immediately return to the High Tower. Instead, he began walking through the streets, taking in this ancient capital of the Witch Clan—a city that no longer existed in reality, yet had been summoned forth.
As for its style... how should he put it?
It was very distinctive!
There were wooden buildings, and there were buildings made entirely of stone.
The streets were not all flat and even, either. There were little paths paved with cobblestones, broad roads laid with blue bricks, and main roads made of one-square-meter stone slabs, fitted together so perfectly that not a seam could be seen, their surfaces smooth as mirrors.
The overall style could be summed up in one word: chaotic.
It somewhat resembled the thirties or forties—standards varied wildly, and the gap between rich and poor was enormous.
Take the southern district, for example. On one side of the street stood nothing but low houses of uneven heights.
On the other stood wooden houses with tiled roofs, most of them two stories tall, some even reaching three or four stories.
The closer one got to the city center, the finer the buildings became. The farther