After entering the city, the flow of people suddenly increased.
Although there are still people who will look at them more, they are only curious. Everyone is in a hurry, and not even a loafer can be seen on the street.
"Father, here..." Rohan looked around in surprise.
"Hmm." He nodded slightly.
Such a busy scene was the first time in Goulz's memory.
He has traveled to many cities in the North Country, and the most impressive impression of those cities is the prosperity of the North Country. A mountain is higher than a mountain. He originally thought that the Great Chief's Royal City would reach a new height in this regard, but he didn't expect that the first thing that attracted his attention was not the flat black stone long street under his feet, nor the neat and tidy houses, but the people here.
No matter how large the inner city is and how grand the castle is, there will always be strays, beggars and mice lying on the corners of the street, as if they are an indispensable embellishment of the city.
But walking in Neverwinter City, not only can you not see those embellishments, but the expressions on people's faces are completely different from before. This kind of energetic appearance is rare even among the new big clans.
Goulz has always believed that the sand people are not much worse than the Northlanders, and even more aggressive because of the pressure of the environment. Although the Northland is rich in materials, the too comfortable life also makes them indulge in enjoyment, but their courage and will are inferior. If it weren't for the difficulty of concentrating the power of the clan, they could have obtained a wider place to live.
But now he is not so sure.
That kind of pride and self-confidence that comes from the heart is by no means disguised.
A city made up of such townspeople, even without firearms, is best not to be an enemy of them.
"Father, are we going to find Lorgar first, or submit documents to the castle first?" Rohan's feelings were not so deep, and he was obviously more curious than surprised.
"What's the hurry, if the Great Chief is placed in the castle district, how will he examine his promise?" Goulz stared, "Of course, he will stay for a few days and learn more about the city."
"But… "
"I've made up my mind," he interrupted. "Huh? What are those people doing?"
I saw that the side of the square was full of people, and the noise came one after another, which seemed to be very lively.
Rohan followed his line of sight, "Probably rushing to buy the discounted goods from the dealer?"
"Go and have a look." Goulz ordered.
"Yes."
The latter pulled on his hood and quickly squeezed into the crowd with his height and length.
Looking at the back of the eldest son, who was nearly six feet away, Guerz couldn't help but feel a little emotional. In terms of physique alone, he should have been the most brave warrior in the clan, but he didn't expect that he didn't like to fight, and finally supported the Kuangyan clan. It was Lorgar, who had nothing to do with being strong at birth. It is precisely for this reason that the third princess has become the successor in the eyes of the clan, and Luohan has been suppressed so much that he can't lift his head up. Although they are brothers and sisters, they have very little conversation.
But the patriarch always had some disappointment in his heart.
Especially when Lorgar was sought after by everyone, Rohan didn't even mean to resist.
Mojin people prefer the strong.
Even if the skill is inferior to others, the unyielding will can win the respect of others, at least it is worse than surrendering without a fight.
Therefore, even after Lorgar left, he never made up his mind to let the eldest son take over as the patriarch.
Although Rohan is good in other areas, a leader who is afraid of competition can easily lose his original advantage a little bit by indecision.
This is also the reason why Goulz brought his eldest son on this trip.
He hopes to make the other party change by increasing his knowledge.
After a quarter of an hour, Luohan quickly squeezed out of the crowd, and at the same time looked rather strange, "Father, they are all people who have come to sign up for the Games."
"Games?" Goulz pondered, "What is that?"
"A competition held by the Great Chief, I heard that it is to choose the fastest person in the world." Rohan explained, "And the first place can be rewarded with a hundred golden dragons, which will attract so many. Applicant."
"Ha, isn't this the same as a sacred duel? Except that there is no blood." Goulz rubbed his palm and smiled, "It seems that the Great Chief has also learned a lot from the sand people. What are the registration requirements? Since it is the best in the world Quick, then we should be able to participate too."
"We?" Rohan was stunned. "Father, do you want to participate too?"
"Of course, I used to be a heroic warrior who walked through half the desert on foot and left the camels behind. I haven't lost anyone in terms of leg strength!" Goulz shook his beard and said, "Why, do you think I'm old? Take me to sign up!"
Seeing that he was powerless to stop it, Rohan had to answer, "There are many people there, I'll just go there alone."
"It's okay."
"Father"
"Huh?" Goulz glanced at him, "Is there anything you haven't told me?"
"Uh..." Rohan hesitated for a while before whispering, "I saw Third Sister."
"In a crowd?"
"No," the eldest son shook his head, "she is in the…painting, wearing naked clothes, surrounded by people pointing at her…"
"What!" Goulz frowned suddenly. Could it be that the Great Chief is humiliating her? After writing to Lorgar last time, Neverwinter responded quickly. He thought that His Majesty treated her well. If Lorgar endured humiliation only for the status of the Crazy Flame clan, then he would rather not have those green mountains and rivers.
Thinking of this, he walked towards the crowd with a sullen face.
The picture scroll that Rohan was talking about was hanging on the side of the square, and it looked very eye-catching, and there was more than one picture. When Goulz saw it, his body couldn't help but froze in place.
This is... Lorgar
For the first time, he saw his daughter so beautiful and moving. She stood in the pure white snow, the white gauze and brocade on her body fluttering in the wind. It was a court dress that Lorgar had never worn. When she was in Iron Sand City, she always wore shorts and cloth pants that were most suitable for battle. Her chest and hands and feet were bandaged, either covered in dust or blood. When she doesn't need to fight, she wraps herself tightly and hides her inhuman features under thick clothing.
That's what Rohan meant unabashedly.
Lorgar exposed her fluffy ears and tail to the outside, and it seemed like she was deliberately attracting attention. She also wore a crystal ruby earring on one of her long ears. The bright color seemed to make the whole picture fresh. come alive.
And the people around are not talking about disgust and rejection. The voices of praise occupy the vast majority, which is also the most surprising point for Goulz. In addition, in their conversation, he also heard a new word: phantom.
I see.
"In the Kingdom of Greycastle, everyone should be treated the same." Is this what the Great Chief does
He turned around and slapped Rohan angrily, "Don't make such a fuss next time, isn't it just showing half-wolf form, your sister is not a monster."
"I didn't think so..." The latter said aggrievedly, covering the back of his head.
"Anyway, go and sign up for that sacred... Games," Goulz instructed. "Then go and find out where you can buy tickets for the Spectre. No matter what the price is, buy them for me, I see. ?"nt
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