Transmigrated With A Thrifty System

137 - Nostalgia

As Aiden left the cozy confines of their temporary residence, he was greeted by the morning breeze sweeping down the streets of Draenor. With one last glance at the quaint house he had spent countless nights in, he began the journey toward his inevitable confrontation with Mr. Smith.

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'This should be the address.' Aiden thought to himself as he looked up at the building in front of him.

He found himself standing in front of Mr. Smith's home, a grand and opulent structure that bristled with a sense of elegance and prestige. It stood out from the neighboring buildings, its beige stone facade carved with elaborate designs.

Columns flanked the entrance, the intricate patterns on their bases glowing in the morning light. The front porch, wide and welcoming, held an ornate swing, cushioned seats, and pots of vibrant, exotic flowers.

The house was eerily reminiscent of his home back in Collow; the same grandeur, the same sense of peaceful solitude, and the same memories etched