There were flocks of seagulls flying in the air, and the wind was mixed with a hint of sea salt.

Located in the southern part of the Valsta Peninsula, the city of Santa Casrella is a vibrant coastal metropolis that is noisy but orderly.

Every neighborhood is patrolled by sheriffs, and the entrance to the stock exchange is guarded by fully armed military police knights to ensure that financial transactions are carried out in an orderly manner.

"We're in the old town, my lord." The squire said.

With a cigar in his mouth, Ivan opened the curtain and looked out the window:

"To be honest, I don't like it here, it's too noisy, there are people everywhere, the streets and alleys are full of garbage, a stench of sewers, or our grassland air is good, stay comfortable."

Despite his comments, he looked at everything on the street with interest.

Suddenly, a large pile of seagull droppings impartially smashed into the window lattice and splashed on Ivan's sleeve, and he raised his head and scolded in a rough voice in a steppe accent:

"These damn little things! Endless, it's just a bunch of flying manure machines! ”

The attendant was amused: "Haha, my lord, the cattle and sheep on the grassland are also everywhere, why don't you say it." ”

Ivan spat out the smoke ring: "That's different, have you ever seen cows and sheep pull on your head?" ”

After entering the old town, the streets became narrower, and the luxury carriages had to slow down through the shopping streets and several major residential areas.

The stalls at the market were crowded with vendors and buyers arguing over the difference in the price of a few copper plates, and the buildings were lined with drying sheets and advertising signs.

In contrast to the serene elegance of most of the Valstad Empire's ancient cities, in Santa Casrella, everything is very down-to-earth, even the ancient castles and the doors of the Templar Church are noisy.

The gentlemen and ladies were dressed in fancy clothes, permed their hair in bizarre hairstyles, and their hair was dyed in various colors, and they pouted again and again when they saw Ivan, an old antique:

"Tut-tut...... Look at these young people, dressed like foreign chickens, what kind of body they have become! ”

The carriage driver smiled: "Haha, my lord, you are a foreigner and don't understand the local culture, this is called modern fashion." ”

"I know what you mean, young man, you're secretly calling me a nomadic hillbilly who makes a fuss as soon as I enter the city, don't you?"

The carriage driver had heard many rumors about the legendary marshal's ruthlessness, and couldn't help but get nervous: "No, no, no...... You misunderstood, how dare I say bad things about you, I just got married, and I want to live a few more years. ”

"Don't be nervous, boy, I won't eat you, and besides, I don't care if someone says a few words, and I won't lose a piece of meat.

I was originally a nomadic hillbilly on the steppe, and let me tell you, boy, the country has the benefits of the country. I'm not uncommon to you in the stuff in the city,

By the way, what the hell is modern fashion you just talked about? ”

"That's the right question, and I know a lot about it, because in Santa Casrella, the fashion designers organize a monthly catwalk with top models on hangers.

Local celebrities come to the event, which is a big party, or carnival, where people choose their favorite style from the models they wear. ”

Ivan extinguished his cigar: "Just because of the designer's unique aesthetic, these young people on the street are dressed like this?" ”

"Yes, the trend is always changing, and if you can't keep up, you will be ridiculed by other people in the circle.

In the first half of the year, it was still a medieval pleated collar retro style, and now, young people like this absurd and weird strange shape, which makes them different and has personality. ”

"Personality...... I don't understand the nomadic old hat, well, whatever they like to wear as young people, it doesn't matter if it's naked. ”

"Haha, it's not okay to run naked, there are things that are immoral, and the gendarmes will stop it."

Before you know it, the carriage has reached the heart of the old town, where the pyramid of power and wealth is located, and the closer you get to the center, the higher the terrain.

The top high-end mansions are built on a small hill, and unlike other places, most of the houses here are not owned by titles.

In Santa Casrella, the traditional valsta knightly aristocracy did not have much advantage, and the power of the new bourgeoisie was booming.

The wealthy district was home to some of the most successful bankers and business tycoons in the continent of Ulassis, and the hill became known as the Upstart Mountain.

The castle at the top of the hill is equivalent to the royal palace of Santa Casrea, and there is a great man living in it.

The eldest son of Emperor Valstad, the leader of the Free Trade League, and the head of the Onassis Chamber of Commerce, Duke Meyer Onassis.

This person is the richest man in the world today and the son-in-law of Yi Wanshuai.

The carriage passed through layers of armed sentry posts and stopped in the courtyard of the castle.

A guard wearing a full-body antique plate armor and holding a halberd loudly announced:

"We invite our honorable Imperial Marshal Ivan Mikhainovich Ivanovsky to come!"

Ivan patted the guard's shoulder armor: "Haha, good boy, my name is so long, it's rare that you can say it all." ”

In a few moments, the gates of the inner city of the castle were pushed open.

The guards announced again: "Our noble mistress,

Anastasia Mikhailovna Duchess Ivanova arrived! ”

A young noblewoman, on tiptoe, with a long skirt in one hand, trotted out and threw herself into Ivan's arms:

"Daddy, I'...... I miss you! ”

Ivan hugged his daughter, kissed her forehead, and his big rough hands began to gently comb the blonde braids:

"My dear little sun, Dad misses you too, where is your husband?."

"Oh...... Meyer went to the headquarters of the Free Trade Alliance to preside over the meeting.

The nearby pirate boss is making trouble for the merchant fleet, and he's coordinating it, and by the way, he's asking me to bring you a message, I'm sorry I can't greet you in person, and then we'll have a welcome dinner for you. ”

Ivan stroked his beard: "Hmph, no business, no treachery, this bastard kid only has fucking money in his eyes, and his old father-in-law doesn't greet him in person, which really disappoints me!" ”

Natasha shook her father's hand: "Meyer, he really can't leave, don't blame him." ”

"Hehe, this is the beginning of talking to my husband, the old saying is good, the water spilled by the married daughter, I don't have much hope for this old man."

"Don't say that, Dad, you're not old at all, and you're very handsome."

"Alright, good daughter, let's get down to business," Ivan said, "How's it going, is there any news?" ”

"Huh? What do you mean? ”

"Of course it's my grandson." Ivan pointed to his daughter's belly: "Did Mayer's boy fulfill his husband's responsibilities?" ”

"Nasty!" Natasha's face flushed with shame and turned her back: "Dad...... I'm ignoring you! ”

"Hey, you kid, how old are you and I'm embarrassed, when I was the age of your mother and I, we were already ......"

Natasha covered her ears: "I don't listen, I don't listen!" ”

"Well, with the same stubborn temper as your mother, Daddy can't resist you! Admit defeat! Find me a place to stay, I'm tired and need a nap. ”

"Of course, Meyer has already told the servants to get ready, your bedroom is not far from us, on the west side of the third floor of the castle, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a terrace with a view of the sea.

Oh, and the occasional seagull lands on the terrace! You can feed them with the corn kernels you have prepared! Very cute! ”

"Cute? It's almost hateful! Ivan smiled and raised his arm to show his daughter the guano on the sleeve of his military uniform:

"Don't give me corn kernels, I need a flintlock rifle to shoot down a few to get out of the air."

Legend of the Heroes of Valstad