After entering the city, there was a sudden increase in the number of people coming and going.
Although there were still people looking at them, it was only out of curiosity. Everyone walked in a hurry and there was not a single loafer on the street.
"Father, here..." Rohan looked around in surprise.
"Yes." He nodded slightly.
It was the first time Guelz had seen such a busy scene.
He had traveled to many cities in the Northern Kingdom, and the most impressive thing about those cities was that they were prosperous. This was also a characteristic of the Northern Kingdom: the land and resources were far better than those in the Southernmost Region, creating many extraordinary cities. The only difference was that there was a mountain higher than the one before. He had thought that the great chief's King's City would reach a new height in this aspect. He did not expect that the first thing that attracted his attention was not the flat black stone street under his feet, nor the neat houses, but the people here.
No matter how wide the inner city was or how magnificent the castle was, there were always homeless people, beggars, and rats lying on the street corners. They were like indispensable decorations in the city.
However, walking in Neverwinter, not only did he not see those decorations, but the people's faces were also completely different from before. This kind of energetic look was rare even among the new big clans.
Guelz had always thought that the Sand Nation was not much worse than the people in the Northern Kingdom, and they were even more enterprising because of the environment. Although the Northern Kingdom was rich in resources, the overly comfortable life made them indulge in enjoyment, and their courage and willpower were inferior. If it were not for the difficulty of gathering the power of the clans, they could have obtained a wider living space.
However, now he did not dare to be so sure.
That kind of pride and confidence that came from the heart was definitely not faked.
Even if there were no firearms, it was best not to be enemies with a city made up of such citizens.
"Father, should we find Lorgar first or submit the document to the castle first?" Rohan did not feel that deeply. Obviously, he was more curious than surprised.
"What's the hurry? If the great chief places us in the Castle District, how do we test his promise?" Guelz stared at him. "Of course we'll stay for a few days and get to know this city better."
"But..."
"I've already decided," he interrupted. "Huh? What are those people doing? "
One side of the square was filled with people, and the noise was rising and falling. It looked very lively.
Rohan followed his line of sight and said, "They are probably buying discounted goods from the peddlers."
"Go take a look," Guelz ordered.
"Yes."
He pulled up his hood, and with the advantage of his height and length, he quickly squeezed into the crowd.
Guelz could not help but feel a little emotional as he looked at his eldest son's back, which was nearly six feet tall. In terms of physique, he should have been the bravest warrior in the clan, but he did not expect that he did not like to fight. In the end, the one who held up the Wildflame clan was Lorgar, who was not born strong at all. It was precisely because of this that the Third Princess became the heir in the eyes of the people, and Rohan had always been suppressed to the point where he could not even raise his head. They were obviously siblings, but they rarely talked to each other. It could only be said that they were born to be mischievous.
However, the Clan Leader was still a little disappointed.
Especially when Lorgar was the center of attention, Rohan did not resist at all.
The Mojins preferred the strong.
Even if their skills were not as good as others, their unyielding will could still win the respect of others. At least it was better than surrendering without a fight.
Therefore, even after Lorgar left, Guelz had not made up his mind to let his eldest son take over as the Clan Leader.
Although Rohan had a good performance in other aspects, a leader who was afraid of competition could easily lose his original advantage when he hesitated.
This was also the reason why Guelz brought his eldest son on this trip.
He hoped to make Rohan change by increasing his knowledge.
After a quarter of an hour, Rohan squeezed out of the crowd with a strange look on his face. "Father, they are all here to sign up for the Sports Day."
"Sports Day?" Guelz pondered. "What's that?"
"It's a competition held by the Great Chief. I heard that it's to choose the fastest person in the world," Rohan explained. "And the first place will get 100 Golden Dragons as a reward. That's why there are so many applicants."
"Ha, isn't this the same as the Holy Duel? Except there's no blood. "Guelz clapped his hands and smiled." It seems that the Great Chief has learned a lot from the Sand Nation. What's the condition to sign up? Since it's the fastest person in the world, we should also be able to participate. "
"We?" Rohan was stunned. "Father, are you also going to participate?"
"Of course, I was once a warrior who walked through half a desert on foot and left camels behind me. I've never lost to anyone in terms of leg strength!" Guelz said as his beard trembled. "Why, do you think I'm old? Take me to sign up! "
Seeing that he could not stop him, Rohan had to agree. "There are too many people there. I can go alone."
"It's okay."
"Father —"
"Hmm?" Guelz glanced at him. "Is there something else you haven't told me?"
"Uh..." Rohan hesitated for a while and then said in a low voice, "I saw Third Sister."
"In the crowd?"
"No." His eldest son shook his head. "She was... in the painting, wearing clothes that didn't cover her body. People surrounded her and pointed at her..."
"What!" Guelz frowned. Was the Great Chief trying to humiliate her? After he wrote a letter to Lorgar, Neverwinter responded quickly. He thought that His Majesty treated her well. If Lorgar endured humiliation just for the status of the Wildflame clan, then he would rather not have the green mountains and clear waters.
Thinking of this, he walked into the crowd with a sullen face.
The painting that Rohan mentioned was hanging on one side of the square. It looked very eye-catching, and there was more than one painting. When Guelz saw it, he could not help but be stunned.
"This is... Lorgar?"
It was the first time that he saw his daughter so beautiful. She stood in the white snow, her white gauze and brocade fluttering in the wind. It was a court dress that Lorgar had never worn before. In Iron Sand City, she always wore the most suitable short clothes for fighting. Her chest and limbs were wrapped in bandages, and she was either covered in dust or bloodstains. When she did not need to fight, she would wrap herself up tightly and cover up her non-human features under thick clothes.
This was what Rohan meant when he said that she did not cover up.
Lorgar exposed her fluffy ears and tail, and as if she was deliberately attracting attention, she wore a sparkling ruby earring on one of her long ears. The bright color seemed to make the whole picture come alive.
The people around them were not talking about disgust or rejection, but praise. This was also what surprised Guelz the most. In addition, during their conversation, he also heard a new word: Magic Shadow.
"I see."
"In the Kingdom of Graycastle, everyone is treated the same." Was this the Great Chief's way of doing things?
He turned around and slapped Rohan. "Don't make such a fuss next time. It's just showing her half-wolf form. Your sister is not a monster."
"I didn't think so..." Guelz covered the back of his head and felt wronged.
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