I had only planned to take two people out to catch a little Lion, but after making the rounds, everyone else had shown up too, except Patriot, who was left at home as an empty-nester, huh.
No wonder the men nearby looked at me with a mixture of envy and disdain.
People on Terra seemed a little indifferent toward sex compared to normal humans, but if a group of beauties surrounded a guy who looked so kidney-deficient he needed a wheelchair to get around, they still could not help cursing him a few times...
Russell stroked his chin, then shook his head.
These damned Victoria commoners.
Once I take Victoria, I'll let you experience the blessings culture of the East.
Russell looked toward the marked area in the distance. An organization known as the Glasgow Gang was based there.
Capture its leader.
The Intelligence Reduction Halo.
Would fall into his hands.
During this month in Londinium, it rained every evening.
The rain was never heavy, only a fine, continuous drizzle. It could not stop people hurrying home from work, but it forced every smell out of the ground—the stench of rotten wood and fish scales, and of course, sweat.
It was different from the Octrig District, where Russell had settled.
The Norbert District never smelled quite like part of Londinium.
The larger logistics warehouses had all moved north, and the factories and markets had followed. The remaining land was crammed with garbage unwanted by other districts and people with nowhere else to go.
The Norbert District and the Octrig District were like two different countries.
Still, there was not much to say.
No matter how rotten the Norbert District was, it was still Londinium.
As long as you were willing to work hard here, you could still