The top of the magnificent walls in Ghent City was empty. There were no patrolling guards nor any flapping flags in the wind. The House of Norman and the House of Tudor had been fighting openly and covertly here for more than 80 years. For now, a careful truce was being maintained.
Ghent City occupied an extremely large area. There was a saying that if someone were to ride their horses in Ghent City, they wouldn’t get out of the eastern district even after riding for seven days.
This was undoubtedly an exaggeration, but it showed the capital city held an unparalleled status in the hearts of the Kingdom of Sorcerers’ citizens.
It represented dreams, ambition, and prosperity. This place even had a sewage system that existed nowhere else in the Kingdom of Sorcerers, and the sewer mainlines were as wide as a bomb shelter. This made Ghent City never have to worry about heavy rainfall in the summer, which in turn made the entire city look much cleaner.
In the hearts of the people, it seemed that all beautiful words suited the definition of the city. However, only those who had lived in Ghent City before would understand that this place was actually not that special.
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