Renato walked along the clean streets paved with white stone slabs, the feel of the ground beneath his boots entirely different from the filthy mud of the Dock District he had just left.
Selina's spindle-shaped pupils narrowed slightly as she surveyed the scene with curiosity. It was brighter here despite the darkness of night, and the streetlights seemed to interest her.
The Governor's Special District stood atop a low hill on the island, nearly thirty meters higher than the Dock District. From its entrance, he could look down over the densely packed wooden buildings and shanty roofs below.
Compared with the alleys they had just passed through, where the buildings were so crowded they almost piled atop one another, the Governor's Special District had relatively few of these elegant brick-and-stone buildings. The entire area was far smaller than Fried City's Inner District, roughly the size of a single street.
Still, the road was broad and level, and the houses on either side were spaced in an orderly fashion. Their window frames and doors bore matching paint, and neatly trimmed potted plants stood outside some entrances...
On an island permeated with the stench of fish and filth, this elevated neighborhood could indeed be considered something of an "enclave of civilization."
And the whole district had only this one main street. No wonder Captain De Leon had not given him a specific location, merely saying he would see it once he reached the Governor's Special District.
Given Renato's gilded plate armor and the dazzling magical auras of his various enchanted items, the two governor's guards at the entrance asked only a couple of cursory questions. Once they learned that he was a noble from the New Continent aboard the Hispaniola, their manner immediately shifted from routine formality to courteous deference.
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