Chapter 599
Ding—
The church bell tolled, sound rolling out through every open city gate until it echoed into the farthest corners of the streets. In front of the church, nobles gathered in their ceremonial robes, each one straightening their collars and fixing their posture.
Ding—
This bell signaled that all preparations were complete. Once the residents, who had been waiting in their homes, had all gathered, the ceremony would begin.
"Hmm..." Martin, dressed in a brown ceremonial robe, scanned his surroundings with a somber gaze.
Soldiers stood with their backs to the nobles, encircling the square. They also lined the main road that led away from it, leaving a path for the carriage to pass. Beyond them, the figures of the residents began to appear, one by one.
Their bright faces were likely due to their anticipation of the feast that would follow the ceremony, and, of course, the end of the past few days' hard labor. Nearly every resident had been pressed into service for the city’s preparations.
"Tsk."
But Martin, looking at them, let out a low click of his tongue. Just as he pressed his lips together as if to hold back a sigh, a whisper came from his side, "Something seems to displease you."
Martin’s brow furrowed slightly as he turned his head. A man with a gaunt face and tousled hair was watching him with a strange look in his eyes.
After meeting his gaze for a moment, Martin said, "The streets are about to get filthy again, Sir Wizzle."
"Aha, so that was it. It seems I misunderstood." The man, Wizzle, chuckled and swept his hair back.