Tygonda is a border cliff city, which some geography scholars describe as a step city.

The city walls rise from the end of the forest, stumble on the ground, extend from stone bricks, wooden boards, sand and soil, and then fall into the coastline.

The warm atmosphere was blocked from the periphery, and the camps were stationed everywhere, and it was impossible for the warlords and nobles to drive all their troops to this point.

At most, they can gather equipment and food, show off their strength, and let them have some party, competition or bets on the grass slopes outside the city.

Starting from the afternoon, people left the team and entered the city one after another.

Treat the residents as background boards, imagine the streets as fake red carpets, wind up along the slope with a proud look, and then turn around and show contemptuous eyes to the slums.

In addition to wealthy businessmen building residences, some high-end cafes are also sitting in various adults.

The nobles chatted and laughed in moderation, and the warlords couldn't adapt to the banquet dress. The wandering orioles walked around, adding color to every corner.

The sun is tilted to the west, and the flower shop is hung with copper lamps. Most of the guests are holding girls on their arms, so they will stay for a while before going up the steps and choose a better-looking flower to match it.

Stacking fans or hand embroidery can also decorate female companions, and they decorate the feast of men.

The torch lights the hanging basin, the iron sticks are inserted into the grass, and the tail ends are filled with rows of candles.

The warlord deputy and bodyguards gathered at the dining table and started to enjoy the cold meal from the afternoon. Naturally, there were servants responsible for the miscellaneous things to work inside and outside.

After the sun sets, giant tents are also set up outside the castle, but it is not closed and only serves to block the evening breeze.

Thick long tables and chairs are placed under the tent.

The tablecloth was required to be carried by three people and unfolded, and the maid followed closely, preparing napkins, knifes, and spoons for each position...

Some people may feel uncomfortable due to some animal slaughter, so they have to prepare medicinal soup in public areas.

The fire had been lit in the castle hall, and the candlelight enveloped the entire building in warmth. Warlords and nobles gathered here to wait for the banquet to reach its climax.

Najiya walked up the stone stairs and came to the viewing platform behind the wooden railing.

She nodded and greeted the military chief who was guarding here, walked to the girl, with a calm eyes and a gentle tone.

"When are you going to leave?"

"Why are you so anxious to let me go? Listen, it looks like my father's tone."

Cathy did not wear a dress, but was light and vigorous, shaking the fine sediment in the wooden cup, tilting his head to swallow the ale, like a sad child.

"I never taught you to drink like this."

"Are you angry? Sorry, I forgot that you don't like mentioning him. Court etiquette, famous wine... Oh, and also horn-strap skirts and floral hair accessories?"

She became restless, and the effect of alcohol on pleasure and prevention was never distinguished between men and women.

Cathy put the wooden cup upside down on the armrest, the windowsill was not covered, and the curtains and ends of the hair were swaying in the night.

"Madam, we haven't met for several years, but I already understand why you left us. King Langya can carry the entire kingdom, but cannot bear the identity of father."

"He wasn't like this before, my dear, something is changing..."

"What's the matter with me? Why do I have to understand him? I can shoot two hundred steps in my bow and arrow, and I do better than the teacher's military strategy and town planning!

Madam, I promised the proposal of the lord of the deep court, and the king had no hesitation or thought at all.

After all, he felt that I could only become a vassal of a man, and did not have the qualifications to lead the party! He hadn't remembered his daughter for many years.

I am proud of the last name Langgar, but he has never been proud of me."

Najiya gently patted and caressed the girl, and by imagination alone, she could understand how many disappointments she had experienced.

The girl who was crying in the garden was now occupied by some extremeness. Instead of holding herself to cry like she remembered, she clenched her fist and smashed it on the railing.

He was tall and his foreign skirt turned into military uniform.

"You feel like you've been through a lot?"

"Isn't it enough, I..."

"Tsk tsk, my dear, look at the men below."

Najiya smiled pursed her lips, the lenses reflected the fire, hid her eyes, and turned to scan the hall.

"There is a story in Lanshan's collection. The king took a giant boat and went back and forth along the river. When the servants used sedan chairs to send him back to the exquisite palace, he said this:

‘Look, I traveled through the whole country, and no one knows more than I do.’”

Najiya is dignified and has the elegant temperament made of books.

Cathy could hear the reprimand, but she was not convinced.

"No, I'm completely different from the guy who sits in a palace. I've walked through many places, including the battlefield, and I know what honor and pride are going on!"

Najiya looked at her like this, and a trace of loss emerged in her heart.

He turned around with a perspective and looked towards the lawn outside.

"Did you see those prisoners, who have lived in the pickled mud, entered the prison dungeon, crawled out of the arena, and were only worthy of standing at the banquet to eat."

"I know, and I have never shy away from that bloody scene, and I no longer feel scared of it!"

"What about changing the angle?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Not from the stage, but from the stage. Standing in the arena, standing in the pile of corpses, standing in despair to watch? Have you tried it?"

Nagiya was rarely strict, and she showed her teacher's aura like when she was in Anton Wisson, which made Cathy speechless and unable to refute.

She said.

"Aditing to cruelty is not called courage, severing life and death is not called mercy, giving alms and mockery is not called generosity, despising others is not called wisdom...

Condescending, not glory.”

Cathy leaned on the railing angrily, and she knew that this was the "Five Knights' Virtues", and these noble qualities are praised in almost every classic about elves.

In a sense, she felt that she was similar, but no one had recognized it or gave it a chance.

The prisoners on the grass were dressed as neatly as possible, and obviously they lived a good life after leaving the competitive conference.

They were addicted to alcohol and ate voraciously, whistling at the passing orioles.

Tsk, a satisfying idiot.

These guys don't understand what ambition is, and they never willingly follow someone.

"Cathy, be careful, I'll call two cavalrymen to come and accompany you."

"Does any idiot want to try the Kingdom swordsmanship? Call Arnolda a place and have a bonfire party."

Cathy didn't care and even joked.

"You don't understand some scenes at all. You look down on yourself and underestimate them too much. In short, if you are safe tonight, you should leave Tygonda and go back to Antonvison!"

Najiya did not give Cathy a chance to refute, so she turned around and called Jun Jian, and told him again.

At this moment, a slight shout came from the grass, and the crowd was in a small turmoil.

Cathy frowned, and she found that the prisoners all put down their food and looked straight at the entrance of the venue.

Someone was stepping on the grass slope and coming towards him.

Najiya's voice rang in her ears.

"Especially this person, you have to be extra careful."
Chapter completed!