The two sides were about to fight when the vice president of Moonwater City's Bounty Guild stopped them. Under the vice president's persuasion, both sides gave up. Just like that, the conflict was resolved.
Angor sighed in his mind.
The Heylan merchant sat down and spoke in a cold tone, "I just said that the Brilliant Goldspink Knights couldn't be the culprits of Heylan Tragedy. Because Heylan Tragedy wasn't man-made at all!"
The merchant did not say anything else after that.
Not man-made? Was it an evil spirit? Although everyone was puzzled, no one dared to ask him about it.
Angor was curious as well. However, he was about to leave the Old Earth soon. By the time he returned from Fey Continent, the war between the two countries would probably be over. Angor decided not to ask further. He finished the roast meat and left the Bounty Guild.
Due to its prosperous maritime trade, Moonwater City was second only to the capital city. Angor had lived for 14 years, and the largest city he had ever seen was Waterford, which was under the jurisdiction of Grue Town. Moonwater City was as big as four Waterfords combined, not to mention the other basic facilities.
Angor's eyes were dazzled on his way here. When he was standing on the balcony of the inn, he could see half of the city in the distance. Now that he got closer, he realized that Moonwater City was not only grand but also exquisite in its details. Compared to Grue Town, which was filled with stone houses, Moonwater City was much more luxurious.
Angor walked around the city and observed the emotions of the people around him. He also tried to think about the details of the culture and the famous novels taught by his teacher in the past.
Angor used to find it hard to understand. But when he was away from home and away from the protection of his family, Angor began to combine the details he saw with his own thoughts, and he began to understand the concept a little.
Angor soon arrived at his destination — Sambina Trade Street.
Sambina Trade Street was the famous street in Moonwater City that Aleen told him about a few days ago. It was famous because the goods sold here were all shipped from other countries through maritime trade. Many of them could not be found in the Goldspink Empire.
Irene had bought a lot of things from the Rue de la Sambina that day. Among them were several books, such as Palace Plaster, Tone, and Fan Language, written in some unknown country. Don't be fooled by the name. In fact, the content was about the makeup skills of noble ladies, recommendations for matching colors, and so on.
Aleen, on the other hand, enjoyed reading the book. She even followed the book's instructions and bought some powders to apply on her face. At such a young age, she had already begun to interpret 'beauty'.
Inspired by Irene, he wanted to buy a few books at the trade street. If there were any suitable ones, he wanted to send them to his teacher to enrich the compilation of historical materials.
As soon as he entered the Rue Sambina, he saw a statue of a gentleman in formal attire in the middle of a fountain. The carving was of Sambina Principe, an important minister of the empire who had started the sea trade two hundred years ago. In order to commemorate this noble, this trading street was named after him, which showed how much the later generations respected him.
Both sides of the street were mostly short but spacious houses with colorful bricks and tiles. Every shop strived to be eye-catching from the outside. Their signboards and advertising methods were also trying their best. Angor even saw a dessert shop that invited a circus clown to throw a ball in front of the shop, which caused a great commotion among the crowd. Some naughty children even dragged their parents away and cried on the ground if they did not buy desserts.
The whole street was lively. Angor tried his best to maintain the manners of a noble, but he was still a teenager. His eyes sparkled as he looked around curiously.
In the end, Angor's first purchase was not at his original destination, the bookstore. Instead, it was at a milk house with a stuffed cow in front of the door.
Angor drank a large glass of sweet milk in a place where no one was around. He grinned so widely that his eyes narrowed into slits.
However, he quickly regained his composure when he left the shop. He took a bag of packaged sweet milk from the shop owner and pretended to be helpless. "Sigh, my little sister likes milk with more milk and sweetness. Sorry to trouble you."
Angor wiped the milk stain on his lips and left with satisfaction.
Soon, he found a bookstore with an image of the ancient God of Wisdom Sother on the door. When he entered, he found that most of the books here were bound with paper. Rare leather books were rare.
Angor randomly picked up a few books to read. The shopkeeper, who was standing not far from him, wanted to scold him. However, when he saw Angor's clothes and manners when reading books, the shopkeeper swallowed the swear words on the tip of his tongue. He did not like customers flipping through books randomly, but he would not mind if it was a well-mannered young noble.
The stories were interesting, and sometimes he could even see some deeper meaning in them. It was a rewarding experience.
Angor was not stingy when it came to books. It did not take him long to fill up the leather bag given by the shopkeeper.
"Young master, I see that you like a wide variety of books. I once collected some miscellaneous books as well. If you are interested, why don't you stay for a while?" The shopkeeper was already overjoyed when he saw Angor buying a large bag of books. Such a big customer was not common, especially since there were so few people who loved books nowadays. He also noticed that Angor seemed to be willing to buy all kinds of books. The shopkeeper's mind immediately became active.
He had collected many books from various countries over the years. Unfortunately, most of them were too old. Not only were there damaged words missing, but there were also books that were not written in the universal language. He could not sell them for years, and in the end, they could only sit in the warehouse without any customers. Now that he finally met a big customer who was not picky, how could he not be tempted?
"You have a collection of books?" Angor's eyes brightened. He accepted the offer without asking for more details.
The shopkeeper excitedly led Angor to the reception room on the second floor, poured him a glass of fruit wine, and hurried to the warehouse.
A moment later, the shopkeeper and two other workers carried three large wooden boxes upstairs which emitted a musty smell.
The pungent smell made Angor frown. How damp did the books have to be in order to produce such a smell?
"Ugh … The caravans from the Desert Kingdom did not come here recently. There is no dry stone powder, and Moonwater City is close to the sea. These books will soon become moist. But don't worry, I made an inner seal for all the books. They won't get in no matter how damp it is, "the shopkeeper promised while patting his chest.
Angor did not mind it. He nodded and asked the shopkeeper to open the boxes.
Before Angor could look inside, he heard a deafening sound of a horn coming from the sky above Moonwater City.
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