Endless darkness, with only a few faint lights barely illuminating the road ahead.
Thick, foul-smelling, and nauseating sewage flowed everywhere in the sewers. Even in the almost dark corners, the sewage emitted a pale green glow, illuminating a small area around it and serving as a guiding light for the gray squirrels to return home.
The pool formed by accumulated sewage was incredibly bleak, filled with household garbage from Titan City, including tattered cloths of indistinguishable original color, tattered and rusty equipment, and the rotting carcasses of livestock thrown into the water. All sorts of garbage floated around, easily causing blockages in the river. Although it was cleaned every day, it would return to its original state every time the sun rose the next day.
Beside the sewer, a row of equipment, including shovels and long hooks, was placed, which were used by a group of gray rats to clean up garbage.
"Tear!"
Several cockroaches emerged from nowhere, squeaking and screeching, as they waded through the sewage and disappeared into the darkness.
This is where the gray squirrels work on a daily basis, and it's also the safest route home. Even though there are terrifying creatures like cockroaches and centipedes, it's still better than being extorted by other slaves on the street.
He stroked the bronze eagle still in his arms, as if to give it some comfort, then gritted his teeth, crossed the sewer, and took the familiar route home.
A single bronze eagle can buy several pieces of low-quality bread, which, if stored at home and saved, can last for several days.
But like their counterparts, gray mice prefer to store food in corners near their homes.
After all, even if slaves at the very bottom of society had plenty of food, their homes would be broken into and robbed by thugs, vagrants, and beggars in the city.
"Bang!"
The stable sewer suddenly began to vibrate, and stone chips and dust fell with a whooshing sound. The gray rat was startled and instinctively crawled into a corner, curling up into a ball.
A sliver of silver light fell from the gap above, striking the dark ground with several sharp, crisp sounds before rolling all the way to the gray rat's feet.
This is a snow-white coin, engraved with the exquisite patterns of seashells.
Silver shell, a silver shell worth eighty bronze eagles!
The gray rat stiffly touched the silver shell, its eyes filled with confusion.
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