Broken Pieces Glued Back

"Home, young master?" asked Jerman after closing the back door for me.

"Yes."

Having dealt with the issue of drug-making and sword-addicted female protagonist who was living a life of poverty, some of the weight was lifted off my shoulders.

I had wrapped up the conversation with her and her mother ten minutes ago but it took a while to make it back to my car because a crowd had formed and I had to sign a few things and take a couple of pictures.

A few daredevils even attempted to pickpocket me but Jerman ensured that they all left with one less finger than they came with.

I concluded that although this side of the city was extremely poor and had a high rate of crime, most of the people were still good-hearted.

As the car slowed down below the speed limit due to high traffic on the road, I took my seatbelt off and laid down in the backseat.