Based on actual experience,
Mofan Street was a magical place.
When Ronald and Claudia stepped down from the rented horse carriage, the driver took the money without a backward glance and drove away. Although he was willing to come here for work, that was the extent of it.
Watching the carriage disappear into the distance as if avoiding the plague, Ronald and Claudia finally turned to look at the street in front of them.
— Mofan Street.
Although it was relatively late at this point,
standing where they were, they could still see a few people pacing back and forth on the street, seemingly accustomed to waiting for something at this time.
Meanwhile, in Mofan Street, the city's electric lights had not yet been installed.
Instead, every few distances, old oil lamps were hung on surrounding buildings to provide lighting, the flickering light casting a gloomy and damp glow on the street, and the air was filled with a complex and foul smell.
