After resting under the bridge for a short while, Arnold Ray continued on his journey.

Bustling traffic...

The vehicles around him were powered by magical cores; their efficient and streamlined designs, along with their mechanical hues of metallic silver or black, gave off an advanced aura.

They were completely different from the tin cars Arnold Ray remembered; the speed had increased on numerous levels.

The pace of life also seemed to have picked up. People were constantly coming and going, revealing a certain coldness between each other. It was a far cry from the past when the streets would be filled with fervent nationalists declaring war. Back then, the cars on the streets were mainly used to advertise war and conscription.

Yellow-skinned Asians, white-skinned Caucasians, black-skinned Africans, half-human beasts, half-elves, proto-humans, half-dwarves... Arolo, the misty city full of mixed races, is a place where any species that can speak human language and have some human blood in their bodies, can find a foothold.

...

He walked with a heavy burlap sack on his back and a stick to support his fractured right leg, making an effort to match the pace of those around him.

But his dirtiness made him a pariah; passersby would show disgusted faces at the sight of him and hurriedly avoid him.

Arnold Ray could only keep his head down; it was hard to endure such looks. If anyone were to see his bloodshot eyes, it would only make him more uncomfortable.

His destination was his past home, based on his sparse memories. Starting from the airport of the foggy city yesterday, he had been walking towards the edge of the city for a full day and night.

Fortunately, his home was located outside of the suburbs. He remembered it as a grand mansion... No, it could be called a castle.

He could barely recall that his father was a man of great power and influence. But his father passed away soon after his birth, leaving behind only a massive fortune and an enormous mansion.

This was a relief. If it were located within the city, it would be impossible for him to find his home.

Step by step, after two full days of fast-paced walking across the entire city, he finally reached the outskirts of Ailo Capital

Here, significantly fewer cars and people can be seen. Tall and towering stone buildings also gradually decreased, replaced by small villages and settlements.

“This place hasn't changed much...” Arnold Ray murmured to himself.

Soon, he arrived at his destination.

An area of land, a mountain, partitioned by a wall, and in the center of the vast land, one could faintly see a castle.

He walked along the outer wall, searching for the entrance, familiar streets, familiar walls, but they did not feel the same.

Because…it was clearly abandoned a long time ago…

The rusty iron gate was tightly shut, but from the bars, he could see everything inside.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds. The ancient and magnificent castle proudly stood, but it exuded a sense of infinite vicissitude, as if it hadn’t been cleaned or occupied in a hundred years.

“…”

Arnold Ray froze, standing in front of the iron gate, expression blank, there was a feeling of helplessness.

Remembering the scene of his mother, twin sisters, and maids sending him off, he couldn't help but have his eyes moistened with tears.

So...

His home…

His belonging…

Where is it?

Despair was apparent, but he quickly thought of a glimmer of hope.

He suddenly thought of a place, immediately grabbing his walking stick to move forward quickly, but his injured leg didn’t support running, which caused his posture to look awkward and embarrassed.

It was hard to navigate around the castle and scale the small hill behind the neglected castle with the stick. The exertion made his steps slow.

Hope, there was still a glimmer of hope.