Unlike the decrepit, foul-smelling nests of beggars, the Black Lake District, as the aristocratic sector of Neverwinter City, seemed quite normal except for the unusually large number of soldiers patrolling the streets. Even the pedestrians walking along seemed utterly calm, as if the plague ravaging Neverwinter City had nothing to do with them.
When Duanmu Huai and his group arrived at the sheriff's office, just stepping through the door, they heard furious roars.
"You have no idea what I've been through! Those damned bandits! Rogues! They broke into my house, beat my guards black and blue, and then stole everything from me. All the treasures from my cabinets, boxes, even my bookshelves—every single item was plundered by those cursed bandits! If I hadn't begged for mercy, I would likely have been harmed as well. Is this what you call security? How are you going to take responsibility for this?!"