The Sherick Candle Shop, or rather, the Sherick Candle Workshop, was quite famous in the Old District.
Not only were its candles excellent, it also had a secret formula-
Smokeless candles!
Candles that produced neither smoke nor unpleasant odors, but instead gave off a faint fragrance.
Of course, the people of the Old District had only heard about them.
Use them?
Don't be ridiculous.
A single candle cost half a month's wages for someone in the Old District. How could they possibly use them?
In fact, never mind fragrant smokeless candles-even ordinary candles were too much of a luxury for the people of the Old District.
Most households used oil lamps.
And even kerosene lamps had to be used sparingly.
That was why so many people in the Old District envied the Sherick Candle Workshop from the bottom of their hearts.
They treated Old Sherick's wife, now known as Granny Sherick, with great respect.
She was a kind woman who gladly helped those around her.
Of course, that did nothing to stop everyone from disliking Young Sherick.
He was a good-for-nothing.
If Granny Sherick hadn't intervened every time, someone would have thrown a sack over Young Sherick's head and beaten him long ago.
Naturally, Young Sherick knew all about these rumors.
In the past, he had pretended not to hear them.
Now?
Things were different!
Young Sherick cautiously studied the man beside him: a scrawny, ordinary-looking middle-aged man whom he absolutely dared not underestimate.
Young Sherick knew only that the man was called Hardy.
Aside from his name, Young Sherick also knew that he was connected to the Hite Furniture Store.
Rumor had it that the Old District's entire underworld was controlled by this Lord Hardy.
He even had some ties to the notorious Rat Street.
And Young Sherick had