Bathran’s Hair

Every city had poor people and some form of a slum. As Dawn followed the rules of reality, it also reflected this. The place where Lu Li was standing was equivalent to the Common District.

The Night Elves weren’t necessarily the most loving or kind-hearted people.

Pelturas Whitemoon’s daughter Little Leila had been lying on a bed for three days. Her fragile, petite body was curled up and her face showed a bitter expression. Her lips were pursed and her groans were heartbreaking.

Pelturas was once a brave sentinel and had participated in many fights.

Unfortunately, he had lost a leg in battle and had become disabled. As such, he later left the army and married a poor wife, but the moment his wife gave birth to his daughter, she died of an illness.

On a regular day, Pelturas would go out to the mines in order to find something that could earn some money. This was his ancestral craft.

However, with only one leg, he could barely make living.

His daughter was his everything.