After seeing off the princess, Al led the caravan to continue to fight against the rain and mud, like a small group of ants, moving forward with great difficulty. It was only after the thrilling assassination that www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion seemed to feel that even the gods felt the meaning, and lost the motivation to continue to travel through the clouds and rain, and the downpour slowly weakened, showing signs of clearing.

As he was walking, a large group, hundreds of cavalry roared past, speeding away in the direction where Al came, Al knew in his heart, this is the city guard that the princess said, but with such a heavy rain, I don't know how many clues are still kept at the scene, can they find out the instructor behind the scenes, and the conspirator who dared to assassinate the princess does not know what the identity is.

It's just that this may be related to the political struggle of the imperial royal family, Al is not ready to participate, he has long been overwhelmed in order to deal with the dark magic disaster, and he has exhausted his strength, and now it is even more impossible to step into a puddle of mud again, not to mention that the royal family has been ruthless since ancient times, don't be sold and count the money for him when the time comes, it will be too worthless.

As he was walking, before he knew it, there was no noise outside the car, and Al got out of the car, stretched, and was caught off guard for a while, stung by the bright sunlight. The sun seems to be venting the boredom of being covered by the blocking, venting its own heat and light wantonly, so the bright spring becomes as vicious as midsummer.

Like a rat coming out of a hole, the people in the convoy got out of the car one after another, steaming and roasting the water vapor all over their bodies under the sun, and dispelling the overwhelming chill. The horses seemed to have learned to be lazy, and paced slowly to the tune of the people, and the whole convoy seemed lazy.

It's just that compared to the laziness of the people in the Western Merchants, the caravans that set out from the City of Divine Radiance to various places were not so calm, and El and they encountered dozens of convoys along the way, and the stewards shouted at the coachmen, forcing them to speed up as much as possible, so as to make up for the delay of half a day's journey. El and his entourage heading to Radiant City were like boats sailing against the tide in the endless convoy, which was extremely eye-catching.

Al looked at these various convoys with emotion, thinking that these were all competitors, and it seemed that it would not be easy to make some gold here. The further you go, the more crowded it becomes, and the farmers rush down to the fields to see if the carefully tended spring seedlings have been damaged by the heavy rain, and men, women, and children are busy draining the canals so that the seedlings don't soak in the water. Four avenues are interspersed with endless fields, and the crowds on the roads are crowded like a market. The convoy of the Westside Comptoir was pitifully caught in the flow of people, unable to move.

"What's going on? This Radiant City is also the capital of the Empire, why is there only four roads!How is this city designed?", Al stood on the frame, shouted in annoyance, the others had never seen such a posture, and hid in the car in horror, for fear that one would accidentally get involved in the crowd and not know where to go.

The crowd finally thinned out, the convoy was safe and sound, and Al breathed a sigh of relief, and the group continued to move forward. At first, you can only see a faint outline, but as you get closer, you can see more and more tall and vast, which makes people fully feel their own insignificance, and they also feel awe and worship from their hearts.

Even the sky is high, and the birds cannot be crossed. As far as the eye can see, the beast turns back. Towering pillow clouds, the corners of the building are even moons. It's immense, and it's hard to look forward to.

Magnificent and majestic, magnificent. This is the capital of the St. Teresan Empire, and it is also the first male city in the world - the City of Holy Radiance.

Four avenues connected the large open space in front of the city gate, and Al couldn't see how many city gates there were at a glance, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that if it weren't for magic, the highly developed technological civilization on the earth could build such a majestic city. So he picked a city gate that was facing him and led the team over.

The city gate is very wide, divided into two lanes, and there are more than a dozen soldiers maintaining order and checking in detail. The one that entered the city was empty and could be walked on horseback, while the one that went out of the city was crowded with people. The grumbling and scolding were boiling and noisy.

"Didn't you need to check when you went out of the city gate before? This is a bad idea that a ghost who lacks virtue came up with?", the most was still such a scolding.

Al stood there to be inspected, and when he heard it, he understood that this must be the impact of Princess Sophia's assassination, which is not bad, the city gate was not closed, the whole city was closed, and it seemed that the royal family did not want to make a big fuss, so the assassination was suppressed. I just heard all kinds of rude scolding, and I felt very cordial in my heart, and thought: "Not only the people of the West, but also the quality of the people in this capital is not very good." ”

After passing the inspection, the convoy slowly moved through the crowd, and Al looked at the low houses like building blocks, all gray in all colors, as if the bright clothes were always unwashed. There was a lot of noise mixed with the noise of people coming and going, loud voices full of foul words about body parts and the like, people were all dressed in linen, and Al could see that many of them were covered in patches, and many of them were still wearing vegetables.

The ground inside the city seemed to be no different from the outside, it was all muddy ground that was difficult to walk, and there was something mixed in the gray-brown mud, and it smelled of decay. Both sides of the road are full of all kinds of stalls, rice, noodles, vegetables, clothes, household goods, messy everything. Occasionally, a few thugs grabbed a handful and ran, and a group of people standing next to them rushed up to stop them, and a few thugs took advantage of the chaos to escape, but the rest of the guys were not so lucky, they were pressed to the ground and beaten severely, and I don't know what kind of punishment Al will accept next.

Not long after they left, a large group of people surrounded them, slapping the frame and begging, and the convoy was stuck in place again, unable to move, and it was probably their usual thing to do this kind of thing with their skillful appearance. Seeing this, Al really had a headache, and thought to himself, "Do all the caravans in and out of Shenghui City have to give money like this?" But if this group of people gives money, what will happen to the others? You must know that people do not suffer from poverty, but suffer from inequality, and it is okay not to give it, and it is really troublesome and endless. But if they don't, will they really send the coolies in the convoy to break up these people?

In the middle of these two difficulties, I saw a group of people carrying sticks and rushing violently, and beat the people surrounding the convoy without saying a word.

The leader spat at them and scolded, "Mud-legged people who can't be killed." There was a deep disdain in the words. But when he turned around, he was smiling, his voice hoarse but enthusiastic, and he politely bowed his hand to Al: "Good day, we are just in time, your convoy should be intact." ”