Victoria Kingdom, the capital, Oranck.
Lu Yan wore a finely tailored dark tailcoat, adorned with an exquisite silk bow tie at the collar, with delicate embroidery decorating the cuffs and edges of the collar.
In his hand, he held an ebony cane, topped with a gleaming silver lion's head. His high leather boots tread on the cobblestone road, making a slight clattering sound.
Walking through the morning fog stained by coal smoke, surrounded by red brick buildings with sharp chimneys that continuously spewed thick black smoke. On both sides of the road, gas lamps were not yet extinguished, their dim yellow light piercing through the gray fog, illuminating his figure.
The factory whistles in the distance pierced the dawn, the wheels of carriages rolled over the damp stone roads, mixed with the hurried footsteps of workers.
