The Legend of Fatality

Bai En came out of the tailor shop and walked into the darkness of the evening. He looked around. No tracker found. If they do, maybe they are tired of waiting for Bae outside the tailor shop. At least he hopes so.

He noticed that he stood taller, and he also felt more at ease than before. His behavior was completely different from the tired wanderer who had previously appeared in Falheim's warehouse. The impact of bathing and changing clothes on a person is amazing.

A sense of nervous expectation accumulated in his stomach all day. This is not entirely a concern. It was more of a vague disquiet, not knowing what he would encounter in the palace of Countess Emmanuel. He was forced to admit that he prayed that he should not be ugly in front of the nobles.

He thought that after thinking for a while, he forced himself to grin reluctantly. His polite attitude is beneficial in this situation. He speaks well and dresses well. There is nothing to be afraid of. However, he knew this was not true. Nobles do not like upstarts from the merchant class, in fact, all upstarts, but there will be more merchant class. But he could understand why Falheim and Dean chose to be merchants rather than aristocrats. A businessman running around is more low-key than a noble running around, and it is not so noticeable.

During his time as a teacher at the Caster Academy in Fatalin Island, he was neglected by many young aristocrats who had painstakingly conveyed this message to him. At the same time, he always hated being looked down upon by people who were more stupid and less educated than him. The only qualification for these people is that they happen to be born in the right family with close blood relationship. Now he can't help laughing at himself, there is no essential difference between looking down on people with knowledge and looking down on people with status, money, and identity. But the most important thing is that he obviously did not put himself in the right mindset for this interview.

Bai En smiled, and wanted to thank the unknown **** who had always protected his deity's favors-at least Guerrerogan was not summoned. He could imagine the conflict between the local nobles and the drowsy dwarves. This will be an encounter destined to end in disaster. Bane never knew that the dwarf would respect anything or anyone, and he doubted whether the countess or her servants would appreciate his independent spirit.

While Bai En was thinking about it, suddenly, a new problem appeared, and he had not even considered it before. The streets are muddy and garbage is everywhere. The gutter was full of water. The crowd did not take a shower and was crowded tightly. To go to the palace, he had to get some dust from the street on his gorgeous new clothes. He knew that to appear in the palace, it was impossible to dress up so imperfectly. He looked around, hoping to find a solution.

He gestured with his arms in the air and summoned a passing sedan. The curtain of the sedan is open, indicating that it is available for rent. Although Bai En looked forward to shouting a carriage, the sedan was barely acceptable. They are the main means of transportation for the rich in the city.

Two burly big men approached him respectfully. Bai En was surprised for a while. Under normal circumstances, two such victorious guys will utter some curse, or say rough words to each other, but now they respect him respectfully. Of course, he realized that the problem was with his clothes. They think he is a wealthy nobleman and a potential money-making opportunity. Before the other party's thoughts began to weaken, Bai En said: "Go to the palace, and be quick."

He climbed up on the gorgeous soft seat, and the bearers set off in a meteor stride. Bane opened the curtains behind the sedan chair to see if he was followed again. Was this just his imagination? Or did someone get into that alley again? Bai En wanted to find out, but considering that being late would leave the other party with a rather bad impression, he abandoned this plan.

The road to the palace is steep and winding. The noble townhouses surround the highest hill in the city.

From where Bian sat, he could clearly see the roof of the merchant ’s residence below and the curved section of the Rake River. He could see the spire of the temple and the huge construction site where the workers worked hard to rebuild the engineering school.

The sound of horseshoes rattled across the cobbled streets. The carriage passed by. Uniformed servants from dozens of famous families gathered around, carrying news, holding animals, and carrying large bags full of supplies. The clothes of the lowest-ranked people are more particular than some businessmen in the city, and the uniforms of the highest-ranked people are not inferior to the uniform of a mercenary captain. Everyone looks cleaner and eats better than the average person below.

There, the nobles wore magnificent clothes, walked around with their attendants and bodyguards, and the crowd spread out in front of them, as if influenced by some mysterious force. Bai En carefully examined their arrogance, thinking that he recognized a few young people who played the poor in the blind pig tavern at night. He doubted that they would recognize him now. He suddenly felt wanting to laugh. The name Blind Pig really did work well, but if he were to be named, he might call it-Blind Pig Night Pub, which is more literary and artistic and might attract more curious noble customers.

In front of them stood the walls of the palace. Even with this wall alone, it dwarfs the magnificent townhouses around it. Even now, its walls are repainted, and gorgeous statues line the road. It looks more like a fortress than a palace.

The arches of the gates are large, and the thick oak gates are all nailed with bronze, which looks like it can withstand hundreds of siege hammers. The sentinels stood on the city walls with crossbows and the number was staggering. And they blocked the entrance and carefully checked all the people who tried to pass. Some people were immediately recognized and allowed to enter without hindrance. Everyone else was stopped and questioned. Bai En guessed that he must belong to the latter category.

He knocked on the top of the sedan chair, motioned them to stop, paid two silver coins to the sedan lifter, and added a silver coin as a tip, then watched them leave with satisfaction. He patted his jacket, confirming that his call letter was still there, then strode confidently toward the gate.

A guard looked at him, then reached out and stopped him respectfully ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ asked him what was the matter, and Bane showed them the seal on the letter and seal. When a tall, thin man in black came out of the porter, he was taken aback. He looked at Bai En with indifferent grey eyes, seeming a little uncertain.

"Mr. Bai En," he said in a calm, emotionless voice. "Can you walk with me? I will explain the nature of the matter on the road."

Even though the other party's words were very polite, Bai En suddenly had some bad ideas, but after he looked at the number of guards around him and the weapons in their hands, he nodded and walked to the man. But he couldn't help noticing that two heavily armed guards were following in their footsteps. They walked through the long corridor, through a series of galleries and a huge ballroom, and then went down a few steps into the dungeon below.

Bai En didn't have time to appreciate the paintings and decorations along the way, but he paused on the steps for a while, holding his sword on the hilt, frowning and looking under the steps. If you choose to fight, this may be the best chance. He can't be sure what is waiting for him below, and now there are only these two guards and the leading leaders.

Bai En was still hesitating, but his hands were tighter. He glanced at the guards with the corner of his eyes. They stood not far behind Bai En. There was a slight impatience on their faces, but there was no vigilant expression. Did not notice the danger of the people in front of him.

At this time, somewhere in the distance, the evening bell rang. One of the guards turned around unconsciously and looked in the direction of the sound. It was this action that interrupted Bai En's thoughts. He sighed, released the grip of the sword, and followed the leader Go down.