221 Chapter 221: Royal Wedding (1/2)

Joe sighed with indignation and exited the room first, harrumphing on his way out. His buttocks still stung, and his anger had not yet subsided. The pointed shoes that Caesar had thrown at him prior were undoubtedly made out of some kind of powerful substance. Not only were they still in pristine condition, but they felt similar to a metal hammer.

Caesar noticed Joe's weird way of walking and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He followed behind the husky dwarf and trailed the walls with his index finger, tapping them with his nails now and then.

Their well-dressed figures caught the eye of many residents, including the female innkeeper. They adorned clothes that only the rich would be capable of affording, earning the awe and jealousy from the onlookers.

Especially Joe, since Dwarves were generally working in the mines, workshops, or construction, not many of them were well-off. In fact, it was quite an unusual sight to see a wealthy dwarf, so most of the residents just assumed Caesar bought the clothes for him. Which arguably wasn't very far off from the truth.

Like this, Joe started to walk with his chin held up high—he loved the attention and admiration he was receiving. On the other hand, Caesar smiled wryly and decided to drive his carriage to the royal wedding. It would unbefitting of a noble to walk on their own two legs; it would cause him and Rahvin kingdom to lose face.

He untied the reigns and made sure that the white stallions were well-fed and hydrated before hopping on top of the carriage. Joe followed in suit, and they couldn't help but wonder where Joanna and Richard escaped off to. According to the deal, Caesar purchased them as bodyguards, yet they were nowhere to be seen.

Unfortunately, this unsolvable mystery was at the bottom of their to-do list. Instead, Caesar was much more worried about the bustling streets, full of priests and churchmen. They had been cooped up in their room for an entire three days, so they were unaware of the current situation in Limbo kingdom.

A relatively large group of knights were busy escorting a golden carriage with wings engraved onto the sides. Pedestrians cheered and gleeful laughter escaped from their lips as the cart passed.A few of the more earnest souls even lifted their hands in prayer, offering their absolute obedience.

Caesar stared at the scene incredulously. However, realization donned upon him as his brows deeply creased. Powerful nations would surely garner the attention of the church, so it was only natural that the church was present.

A deep sigh escaped from his thin lips as he pulled the reigns and edged the carriage closer to the palace. If his luck were good, there would be no mishaps. In contrast, if it was terrible, who knew what kind of problems would arise. Even the silly dwarf to his right understood the gravity of the matter, clenching his fists into a ball.

When they had first arrived at the nation, Caesar had already sensed a few rather strong characters. Those with mana more abundant than even him. Now, they were all congregating into the same area—the palace.