Chapter 116: Blacklight
A carriage toward the massive city gates, tons of people entered and left the city at the same time. At the gates of the city were guards in full armor; they checked those that entered and those that left, ensuring that the city was safe.
The carriage pulled up at the gate. The guards stood in front of it, blocking it from entering. One of them made his way to the side of the carriage; he knocked twice on the wooden door of the carriage.
The other guards kept their eyes on the coachman, making sure he made no suspicious movements. The curtains inside the carriage were moved back, and Baron Fredrick leaned in.
He looked at the guards standing there, looking at the crest on his chest. The crest was that of an eagle-like bird on a shield.
This was the crest of the Count. In the kingdom, only those that were counts and above could have crests bestowed to them by the king. Someone like Fredrick had no crest.
"I’m Baron Fredrick," he said in a casual tone, though he didn’t need to even say his name as the guard already knew who he was.
The guard took a step back and signaled at the other men to clear the way for the baron. The coachman immediately rode into the city.
The horse strutted through the immaculate streets of the city. Though this city was small by other standards, the count was a person who loved infrastructure and development.
He was on the path to becoming a marquis if he continued in the way he was ruling over his city and lands.
"Master, where should we head to now?" the coachman asked as he rode through the streets.
"Head to an inn, I’ll inform the count I am here from there and wait for his reply," Fredrick said. He folded his arms and looked out of the window.
The city was a very busy place, with people moving all around. The streets were filled with horses and carriages, traveling along the stone roads. At every small distance, a guard or group of guards would be seen, keeping the streets safe.