On this day, William followed a caravan and entered the city of Bradis, the capital of the Slavic Kingdom, a kingdom in the north-central part of the Fairy Tale Continent.
The Kingdom of Svacia is a landlocked kingdom, surrounded by other countries on all sides. The terrain is high in the north and low in the south, and the climate is pleasant. William only felt the beautiful scenery along the way, which made his somewhat impatient heart calm.
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In addition, the biggest impression that the Kingdom of Slavia left on William was that it was a country with a lot of castles, and almost every fiefdom had well-guarded castles.
The blacksmith shop is more of a building than the castle.
The entire Kingdom of Slavia is full of bravery.
William was a little surprised at first, but then he realized that this was a country surrounded by four sides.
All results are for a reason.
If the Kingdom of Svacia was not strong enough, William would not see this country today.
Bratis, the capital, is a city full of classical architectural styles. Its advantages are its huge scale and majestic shape, but its disadvantage is that it is too rough.
After the caravan collectively paid the city entrance fee, they followed the flow of people, smelled the stinky air, and stepped on the yellow-brown soil, and arrived at a hotel with food and accommodation in the city.
Mrs. Mac's Inn.
William didn't have a clear goal, so he kept following the team and came to this hotel with a big crack on the sign and a wild vine growing on it.
What's interesting is that not far to the right of the hotel, there is a group of people surrounding it.
At the door of the hotel, there was a group of idle scoundrels with their hands folded on their chests, looking at the crowd of onlookers with a sarcastic face.
The most conspicuous among them is a mature woman with blond hair, a beard growing from the corner of her mouth, a figure half as thick as William, and a full G cup.
The leader of the caravan that William is currently in is a middle-aged, powerful, red-haired man with a mustache and a weathered face. He obviously knows this mature woman. He walked next to her and said, "Good day,
Mrs. Mac."
The mature woman turned around suddenly when she heard this, and a strong smell of body odor hit her face. She looked at the red-haired man who was the leader of the caravan, and the smile on her face couldn't help overflowing. She said in a deep voice, "Demasis
, I am so happy to see you. I can smell the sweet smell of copper coins again. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Is it still the same as before? I have prepared meat sauce soup for you. I cooked it fresh the day before yesterday. Come here
Just one bowl, you are tired?"
Demasis, the leader of the caravan, twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressed the feeling of suffocation, laughed dryly, and then asked, "That's not urgent."
He gestured towards the crowd of onlookers and asked, "Can you tell me what happened?"
"A poor guy was accidentally hit and killed by a respected noble on horseback." Mrs. Mac lowered her voice, shrugged, and said with a normal expression.
"So they surrounded that noble lord?" Demasis asked in an unbelieving tone with his brows twitching.
"To the nobles, we are all pariahs, we have no courage!"
"What's going on? Mrs. Mac, please tell me everything." Demasis rolled his eyes and begged.
"Hehehe, because there is our respected Prince Liszt in the crowd." Mrs. Mac said with a half-smile but a playful look in her eyes.
"Oh, so that's it! No wonder..." Demasis looked like he suddenly realized it and stopped talking.
William became interested, walked out of the caravan and came to Demasis, and asked softly, "Sith, can you tell me what is going on?"
"Of course, Lord Charlemagne." There seemed to be magic in William's words. Demasis, who turned around, did not dare to despise this distinguished guest's request, and explained to William in the gentle and powerful tone he thought.
"A commoner here was hit and killed by a noble. It was originally a very common thing." Here, or in this continent, it is a very common thing for a noble to hit an ordinary civilian and kill him. Demasis said
It's a habitual look.
"It's just that Prince Liszt seemed to be involved."
"Oh, was it Prince Liszt who hit and killed this civilian?" William thought it was a prince who hit and killed the civilian, and immediately lost much interest.
Demasis shook his head decisively, "Lord Charlemagne, I guess it is none of Prince Liszt's business."
"Prince Liszt is the third son of King Ferret. He has two older brothers before him."
"Compared with his two wise brothers, Prince Liszt is undoubtedly a very caring person and a very kind person. Even when dealing with civilians, he never skimps on his tenderness and kindness. He is absolutely not
He will easily do things that harm civilians." Demacis praised Prince Liszt so much that he almost described him as an angel in the world. Hearing this, William almost doubted his own moral integrity.
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Oh, he has lost his moral integrity and his chastity.
In fact, all Demasis said to William were complimentary.
In the capital city of Bratis, people, or rather the aristocratic interests, commented on this prince - simple-minded and not talkative!
Behind their backs, they all called Prince Liszt the "Short-hearted Prince".
This kind of title also spread to the people along with the private words of the nobles.
I don’t know when the people started to secretly call Prince Liszt the short-minded prince, even though many of the prince’s actions were for their own good.
But it was no use. Many civilians had become accustomed to calling this kind-hearted prince the heartless prince.
I have to say, this is an irony.
"My guess is that a noble accidentally killed a commoner, and our kind prince may have seen it, so let's seek justice for him." Demasis cautiously guessed.
"If it's true what you said, this is truly a rare nobleman." William said with a bit of sigh.
Very few people with vested interests betray their own interest class.
William pondered for a moment, squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, and saw the scene.
A sloppy little boy wearing only small trousers was lying on the ground with a pale face and a horseshoe-shaped depression on his chest. It looked like he had been dead for some time.
Next to the dead little boy, a middle-aged man with dark skin and wrinkles knelt next to the little boy, with a look of confusion and deep sorrow on his face.
A beautiful young man wearing luxurious clothes, with a beautiful face and medium-long brown hair, was glaring in front of him at a well-dressed middle-aged aristocrat with a mustache.
Next to the beautiful boy is a man dressed as a guard, and next to the middle-aged noble is a tall white horse. Next to the tall horse are several men dressed as entourage.