Author's note: I'm sorry to be dragged to a meeting and sent late......

Cremar had never seriously looked at the White Tower. [Full text reading]

The first time he came to the White Tower was to inherit the legacy of Beavis, during which time he had been staying in the sanctuary of Rosada, and in order to avoid the new, fragile muscles, veins, and tendons from being harmed a second time, the number and scope of his actions were reduced to a minimum and minimum, and after receiving the inheritance, he returned to Grey Ridge with Careyburn without staying too much in the White Tower, and the second time he and Careyburn came here to ensure that Adel and the other innocent people could get a just verdict - As a result of Demon's lies, the perception of elves by the inhabitants of the White Tower had been reduced to the lowest level ever, so many people had died in the city, most of the shops had been forced to close, and the streets were full of poor survivors dressed in black who were indulging in sorrow and confusion, and Cremar was certainly not in the mood to see and appreciate the beauty and wonder of the city, and he and Kerry were resting in the inn run by an old friend of Master Antonio, and they would only stay in their rooms unless necessary。

The White Tower left him with the impression of a gray fog, and everything was blurred, except for Beavis's residence, the three White Towers - the main tower of the Lord's Castle, the Mage Antonio's Mage Tower, the Holy of Holies of Rosada, and oh yes, the Temple of Flo.

Today's White Tower completely overthrows his impression of the one - it is not as dark and damp as the city of Jianjaw Harbor, with crooked and irregular houses and narrow lanes occupying the largest territory, and it is not very much like the Cape Fortress, which is clean, rich, and vibrant, but as a free port, it also has its own loose and complex, such as too many taverns, inns, and shops, fixed and irregular merchants in the bazaar, and outcasts outside the city...... And so on and so forth.

The former consul of the White Tower was a lonely and rigid man, and he did not like anything to go beyond what he had approved, so in the White Tower, everything, whatever it was, had to be in order and clear at a glance - all the streets were straight, and the intersections were either right or half right-angled, and the pavement was paved with square gray stones three inches square, and the width was six feet. Twelve feet and four feet, the narrowest between the two houses must not be less than two feet, and both have drainage facilities, unlike the Piercing, although the White Tower is also a predominantly commercial city, taverns, inns, and other types of shops must be opened according to the will of the consuls, that is, if you want to drink, you must go to the tavern district, if you want to stay, then you have to go to the inn district, if you want to buy something- There is a silk section for silk and a flax section for linen, and the blacksmith doesn't mix with the goldsmith, and you don't expect to find a hat seller across the street from the shoes.

In addition to these, even the lintels, porches and columns of each house are also restricted, from the length of the extension to the number of columns, the color is also, they are all gray, the walls are made of large gray stone bricks, the pillars are made of a lead-gray sandstone, some families will hollow it out (the pattern of each house is different), and then light an oil lamp inside, the light shines through the inside of the columns, forming a unique symbol that is difficult to imitate.

In the outer city you can rarely see tall trees, people only plant a little shrubs and grass in front of the door and behind the house, if you can look down from the top, then you will find only three places to find large areas of green, the sanctuary of Rosada and the temple of Flo, and the banks of the river that flows through the entire White Tower.

Cremar and Kerribben walked on the side of the river, the plane trees and oak trees reaching out to the murky river with their broad, verdant foliage, their shadows covering the entire blue-gray boardwalk, dark brown oak fruits dotted the boardwalk and the grassy slope below the boardwalk, and the children bobbed through the rushing flow of people, picking them up and putting them in their pockets before they were crushed by their hard boots and wooden shoes. Anyone who settles in the White Tower can afford wheat and flour, but these fruits, which look like little hats, can be considered a good snack if they are roasted over a fire.

Spirits from another world observe the crowd around them—the inhabitants of the White Tower, and the merchants, knights, bards, and craftsmen who have come from elsewhere to witness and take part in the event, but it's hard to tell the difference—those who have lost their parents, siblings, spouses, and children not long ago seem to have shaken off the shadow of death over their heads, and they have taken off their black mourning clothes, changed into bright silk or velvet clothes, and wore gold, Necklaces of brass and wood, ruddy complexion, brisk steps, they laughed, they spoke loudly, and the young men chased and sang happily to each other like birds.

-- In our case, the former immortals say that death is not welcome and is the most common guest, and that long mourning generally belongs only to kings, nobles, spellcasters, and those of equal rank, and that the death of mortals is sometimes a relief, and that their relatives do not mourn for long, and that they need to be busy and toiling to ensure that they do not become the next to be mourned.

It's just a little hard to imagine, the soul of the other world said that the last time I was here, it was full of anger and tears.

- Don't think about bitter medicine when you can eat honey, the lich said, "Pleasure is the essence of life" - after all, human life is so short and unpredictable, and even more so - he shook his finger lightly, and mocked mercilessly, "Justice has been done, and the sinners have been punished, and I think they are satisfied."

But it was not without change, the souls of the other world noticed that the people of the White Tower were no longer so keen to wear the emblem and emblem of Rosada, or more accurately, only a few people, and they quickly took it off or hid it in their coats, and then easily and happily merged into the river of happiness.

They ate, drank, danced, listened and told lewd jokes about the lower body, and went in droves to see knightly jousts.

As a rule, the wedding of a lord or consul must be preceded by a knightly jousting tournament that lasts for a certain period of time, and the host is responsible for informing, summoning, and feeding the brave knights, as well as providing the prize for the game, and some of the more generous lords will give armor, swords, horses, or pay the ransom on his behalf.

Such tournaments usually last two rounds, or up to six rounds, or more than half a year, and the number of knights gathered depends on the number of knights offered by the lord - whether the lord will provide a bison from his domain, or some armor, a sharp broadsword, or a famous prostitute, or of course, the marriage of a daughter who is not so much pleasing to him that he does not want to provide a dowry...... Sometimes, though, they'll come for some of the most prestigious opponents, because once they defeat them, they'll be able to get both prestige and fancy equipment.

Like that one.

He had stopped dressing, with only a little curly dark gray hair peeking out from behind his helmet. His armor was not as ornate and elaborate as that of other knights, there was no gilded emblem on the top of his helmet, a devilish horn or a helmet made of feathers and fur, and his face helmet was not made into a grandiose hawk's beak or a dog's beak, but the most commonly used pig's mouth, and there were no fine patterns and curves on the breastplate, nor did he leave poems praising women on the armplate, but only a balance placed on a hammer in the heart to indicate that he was a knight to Tyre, the god of justice and justice, who belonged to the one who was fair, the protector of the precepts, and the god of justice and justice.

But this armor is worth even more than its own gold-plated or gem-encrusted counterparts, not only because it is all-steel and made of pure gold rivets, but also because of its ingenious and practical conception The leg and arm armours were ribbed to reduce weight and enhance protection, the cuirass consisted of three pieces of armor, the middle of which was extraordinarily thin and only used as a connector to ensure that the wearer would not become clumsy and sluggish from the immobile mass breastplate, the hand armor was divided into five parts, covering each finger and flexing and extending freely at the joints, and most notably, it was equipped with a large neck guard with jaw guards to protect the fragile neck.

He also had a beautiful horse, with shiny black fur, weighing about 1,200 pounds, a narrow forehead that was white from the tip of his nose, the kind that people usually call "shooting stars", and whose hooves were blue-gray, and which had a calm temperament, and who neither scraped his hooves nor was always trying to chew on something.

By the time Kerribben and Cremar had come to the position they had been invited to, the first part of the two-on-two battle, the spear stab, had come to an end. Rather than stabbing his enemy's neck, which was only protected by chain mail, the knight of Tyre fairly struck one of the four nails on the face of the shield he was holding, which was the part of the strap riveted to the shield, which was so fragile that the spear shattered the shield and even damaged the arm behind the shield, and his enemy tumbled to the ground, his helmet falling to the side.

The victor's retinue swarmed up, trying to drag away his master's men, but their master waved them to stand back - he waited for his enemy to stand up, draw his broadsword, and lead the whole game to the second part.

He also jumped off his horse, likewise took off his helmet, neck guard, and drew his sword.

The round was a little longer than the spear stab, but it was only a little longer, and the loser was once again hit in the arm, losing his weapon and the ability to resist - at least that's what the audience thought, and when the latter pounced on Tyre's knight with his bare hands, the crowd couldn't stop laughing and cheering loudly, even though the tournament did have a third part called hand-to-hand wrestling.

Tyre's knights were a little helpless and impatient at the end of the cheek, and his squires pounced on him and dragged him back to their "camp," a place of rest and temporary hostage-taking - and in view of his previous behavior, they struck him on the legs and back with sticks with iron hoops to make him honest.

The dark-gray-haired knight declined the next challenge, and he walked towards the brocade-decorated stands, and the crowd cheered excitedly, and the flowers thrown by the ladies and maidens formed a rich path of glory at his feet, but he did not pay any attention to it, and went under the seats of Cremar and Kerribben, and beckoned to them, or rather, to Kerryburn.

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