Lord of the Oasis

Bags of salt, spices and sugar stacked from inside the shop all the way out into the streets. Merchants loaded with goods going flooded the streets with their carriages. The air was filled with fragrances emanating from all manner of spices. It was a prosperous, lively city at the side of the oasis. Sounds of metals being hammered and threads being woven were heard all over the place, as smiths and craftsmen were busy at work in their respective workshops. The banner of the successor of the Kingdom of Swadia—Baron Kant—was hanging on the city gates. The citizens lived peaceful, happy lives, revering their lord from the bottom of their hearts. Soldiers on the city walls armed with crossbows stood guard over the city, and footmen wearing mail armor patrolled the streets. The place was one of peace and security.

Ji Mansion's Old Zhao · Du hí

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Boring Tournament

Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Kant swallowed his saliva and said, "A knight order led by 10 grand knights."

"What a pity.", his tone was still a little disappointed, but he raised his head and smiled. "Although I don't know about the silver light knights, I still have the help of others." After a pause, Kant's tone was still firm, he expressed his thought , "I think they are not inferior to the silver light knights."

Baron Dylan glanced at a corner of the viewing platform on the city wall.

Ten Sarrandian horsemen were standing there and talking happily.

It was like they formed a self-organized system, a circle that rejected outsiders. Even if there were landlords and merchants wanted to take their children to try their luck, they were rejected after a few words.

Before long, all the merchants knew that these seemingly gentle but actually cold horsemen were not so easy to get close to.

Baron Dylan understood in his heart.

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