Chapter 116: You Have Bigger Breasts, You Go First (2/2)

This was the capital of the Silver Eagle Duchy, and the Silver Eagle Castle was built right in the center of the city.

The entire city was built spreading out from the Silver Eagle Castle, the wide Arabe River flowing through the center of the city and creating a natural moat around the castle, looking like a majestic eagle in flight when looked at from above.

According to history, the center of Tunaya was a small hill, but as a reward for the ancestors of the Silver Eagle Duke, the first emperor of the Valla Empire sent workers to flatten the hill and build the masterpiece that was the Silver Eagle Castle. This land then became the ancestral land of the Faust family, passed down the generations.

“Only when I see this sort of castle do I remember that you’re a real noble, my lord…”

Edward couldn’t help but exclaim as he looked at the majestic castle that could even be seen from the distance outside the city.

“So you never thought of me as a real noble before?” Angora grumbled in dissatisfaction.

“I was only the son of a village chief before, so the greatest nobles I ever saw was a powerless baron that collected the taxes from us, and even that guy looked at us with his nostrils.” Edward shrugged and continued, “To me, the nobles that were higher on the social ladder probably looked at people with their belly buttons. In contrast, you always check on the development of the town yourself and get along well with us players without putting on airs.”

“I think you have the wrong idea about nobles…” Angora refuted immediately. “There are good nobles too, and what are you talking about, looking at people with their belly buttons? Are they some sort of monsters?”

Angora had wanted to find more examples to prove his point, but at the moment all he could think about were the nobles that used their position to exploit the commoners, so he didn’t speak any further.

After that, Angora suddenly realized how his mentality had changed. If he maintained his original way of thinking, he wouldn’t even have thought that the actions of the nobles that collected more taxes to satisfy their indulgent lives and the ones that killed refugees on a whim were doing the wrong thing. Perhaps it was how he had interacted with the players that were mostly from the lower end of the pyramid that his way of thinking had changed…No, more precisely, it had become more subjective.

Before Angora could ponder completely over this matter, a commotion broke out outside the carriage.

“What is it?” He raised his head and asked.

“Another batch of carriages have arrived at the city at the same time as us.” Vela crawled out of the carriage and asked, before elucidating Angora on the current situation. “They seem to want to go in before us.”

Angora furrowed his brow and walked out the carriage, but before he could see who the other party was, all he saw was Joe who was carrying the Giant’s Toe blocking the other coachman. His toned chest was wiggling alternately in some sort of weird demonstration of power, to the point where it made the sword on his back bounce along with his movements.

As a warrior-type class, Joe wasn’t all that susceptible to the cold, so the clothes he wore were thinner than the others in the party. In turn, this further accentuated the impact of this action of his, and the coachman’s mind went completely blank.

Finally, a teenage girl that seemed to be the owner of the coach looked out from the coach and looked at the scene, before expressionlessly telling Joe, “You have bigger breasts, so you go first,”, thus ending the meaningless quarrel right away.

As Angora saw the other party, he immediately started to slink back into the carriage.

“She’s here? How troublesome…”