The huge city wall, which was more than thirty years late, surrounded the last line of defense in the southern part of the Kingdom of Aden, the city of Edsberg.

There are Lelia and Livia guards in the east, and the Mahakan Mountains in the west. The terrain of Edsberg is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is a huge obstacle to the northern expedition of Nifgad.

In front of this fortress, a man-made moat flows, and a bridge guarded by heavily guarded by the river is connected into the city.

There were people coming and going on the bridge, farmers who were rushing to the market, horse-drawn carriages filled with goods, and travelers from afar lined up for inspection, and in the vast field behind them, dozens of small villages that provided supplies to Edsberg.

"Snake Sect Witch Hunter Reso?"

"right."

"Be honest after entering the city. The rebels' affairs have been annoying enough recently. Don't make any more troubles, do you understand?" The soldier holding a long halberd in one hand turned around suspiciously. The chest of the shiny armor in front of him was inlaid with an emblem formed by two right angles, one red and one yellow.

It looks like a burning arrow, which is the heraldic emblem of the Kingdom of Aden.

After checking the pass in the big man's hand, the soldier's eyes turned to the thin figure behind him, "Is this child with you?"

"right."

"Who is he you?"

"He is Roy, and he is my employer. He comes from the village of Lower Posadacaye and goes to Edsberg to search for his relatives."

"Well..." Perhaps it was Roy's pretty face, his thin body did not look too threatening, and the soldiers did not ask too much questions and let him go.

Roy, a child from the countryside, entered the big city of Edsberg in another world for the first time. Now the revolutionary forces are in full swing, but they have not affected their original prosperity and hustle and bustle.

Behind the tall city gate is a bustling commercial street. The two of them are filled with shouts, and they are filled with various shops, with endless streams of people flying around them.

The shortest houses here are taller and luxurious than the village head of Kaye Village, and generally have pointed arches, carved windows, and tall and large circular domes.

The walls are mostly covered with complex and changeable curved patterns, which are exquisite like works of art.

Roy, who was already accustomed to the quiet atmosphere in the wilderness, was instantly ecstatic, and he felt like he had come to Europe in the post-Renaventure period.

Unfortunately, in the First Northern War, the city of Edsberg will be invaded by the Nifgaard army. How much can such a grand scene be preserved?

Resso shook his head, thinking he was shocked by the prosperity of the big city.

The two walked through the street behind the city gate, their vision became much wider, and then their eyes lit up.

Just in the middle of the bluestone road, a small fountain square appeared.

On the center stone platform of the fountain stands a statue of seven-slow height - an old man dressed in simple cloth, wise eyes and thick beard.

There are crowds of people around them who are talking big. Most of them are holding books and seemingly exchanging academic issues. They are dressed more gorgeous than ordinary citizens. They wear hats and have many exquisite small accessories on their bodies. They even carefully cared for the shoes under their feet, spotlessly clean.

Right nearby, teams of fully armed soldiers patrolled by.

"Who is this statue?"

"This is the prophet Rebiddar, representing broad wisdom. He has many believers in Edsberg." Resor interjected in a tone without emotion, "Most of the people gathered here are the descendants of merchants and small nobles. The real civilians are still working hard to make a living."

Roy quickly read the memories in his mind. Prophet Rebiodard had known him before. At first, he was just a speech traveling around, promoting his philosophical thoughts and wisdom everywhere. With his extraordinary personal charm and eloquence, he attracted countless believers who praised his speech and thoughts. His reputation was very famous in the northern kingdoms, not only humans, but even dwarves were looking down on him.

He was gradually honored as a saint, prophet, and prophet. Now, many years after his death, he is worshipped as a god in the temple of the prophet.

Speaking of religion, Roy had to think of a notorious church in later generations, "Isn't the most famous religion in the north now the Church of Eternal Fire?"

Resor patiently explained, "The Eternal Fire is mainly popular in Vigima, the capital of Termolia, Novigra, and the city of freedom. In recent years, the teachings of the Eternal Fire have become more and more extreme. Although there are many advocates, they are also despised by many humans, as well as dwarves, elves and other non-human groups."

Roy knew that after the iron-hearted Radovid was crowned, the entire Radania would be shrouded in the light of the eternal fire. At that time, the eternal fire not only discriminated against dwarves, elves and other inhuman races, but even witch hunters and warlocks were brutally hunted.

But this has happened several years later.

"Edsberg is adjacent to the Mahakan Mountains, and Mahakan is the home of the dwarves. The dwarves bring the ore and properties from the mountains to the city for bulk transactions, forming a huge force," Resor said. "The power of the dwarves will not allow the eternal fire to take root and sprout around their homes."

"It's good," Roy muttered, "Where are we going next?"

"I've been on the road for a week and have a few days off in the city to see what's going on."

Walls Tavern, Edsberg City District.

Resor was quite bold and placed a row of fine wines of different colors - dwarf spirits, cherry wine, mandala wine...

He was lined up with more than ten cups of wine on the table, but he slowly drank and drank himself. Every time he sipped the wine, he squinted his eyes and took a breath, as if he was enjoying the supreme delicacies.

Just occasionally open my amber eyes and glance at the noisy crowd in the tavern.

Coolie, vegetable farmers, small businessmen, gangsters, are looking for fun here, regardless of the high or low.

And where is Roy?

When he arrived at the tavern, Roy suddenly found that his desire was ready to move.

The card addiction attack of Gent!

He took out the Skellija decks given to him by Old Jack and came to a table who was shouting to play cards.

Because he had the super bodyguard of the Demon Hunter around him, he dared to show his skills.

"Hey! Man, I lost this game, how about I'm going to do it?"

"Go away, where are you guys coming from?" A middle-aged man with a headscarf glared at Roy disdainfully until Roy showed off a neat set of Gent cards.

Rare cards attracted the attention of all the players present like magnets.

The eyes of everyone looking at him became extremely hot in an instant, just like a lamb that was delivered to him.

Roy sat on the chair, smiled faintly, and said in a misleading manner, "Do you want my rare cards? If you want them, you can give them all! Come and play cards, I will put all the cards here, waiting for you to win!"

This time, he plans to win more money, and consumption in big cities is not cheap.

"Having this good hand, coupled with my rich experience...hidden cheating methods."

Resso on the other side drank nearly twenty cups of wine, one liter after another, a faint red glow appeared on his face.

Even the witch hunter with super-stabilizing strength became hazy under the destruction of fine wine of various degrees.

But no one knows whether he is really drunk, and he doesn't even know.

The witch hunter with a long sword on his back and his eyes were as good as a cat, and most ordinary people stayed away from him. Some looked disdainful, but they did not dare to come forward to harass him.

Resso's body shape and appearance are so intimidating that he is full of "not easy to mess with".

Not everyone is the group of attackers outside the city who dares to use their lives to provoke the demon hunters.

Except one.

A woman walked towards him in a slight manner, and grabbed the bald man's arm quite naturally, exhaling as if he was lying on his ear.

"Little devil," Reso suddenly shouted at the crowd. As the boy turned his head and looked astonished, he grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth, "How about you stay downstairs for a while?"

What else could Roy say? He nodded helplessly and watched the two who leaned against each other go upstairs.

This woman has a unique aesthetic taste and is actually interested in bald muscle men. No, she probably smelled the scent of Cron from Resor.

"I don't know how to restrain myself in front of the apprentice." But Roy thought about it again and could understand that in just one week, he was a water-killer and slaughtered more than a dozen people outside the city.

There is inevitably pressure and a way to relax and vent.

Roy chose Quint, Resor chose drinks and women.

That's all.
Chapter completed!