In the southern part of Viscount Abner's Territory in Knas Province, Kingdom of Nanmirton, covering roughly 3,800 square kilometers, there was one port, two small cities, thirteen towns, and several hundred villages.
Velin stopped at the border between Viscount Abner's Territory and Count Naviki's Territory. Observing the villages before and behind him, he found almost no difference between them; all presented scenes of utter poverty.
After lingering for a moment, he continued flying forward.
Half an hour later, after circling around, he arrived near a fairly well-planned small city.
A modestly sized castle stood atop the hill to his left.
Velin landed on a two-meter-wide gravel road and looked at the serfs working in the fields. Regardless of gender, they were bare-chested, with only a few scraps of cloth wrapped around their lower bodies.
On the ridge between the fields, a steward in gray cloth held a long whip and surveyed the area. At least he still looked somewhat human.
Seeing this, Velin could not help shaking his head before heading toward the small city.
When he had met Locke Abner before, judging by his clothing, Velin had thought he was certainly not a destitute man. Looking at his expression, he had assumed him to be a tolerant person.
But now, it seemed he had misjudged him back then.
Though somewhat disappointed, he had come all this way. He could not simply turn back now.
At the city gate, two sallow-faced guards stood on either side, looking half-asleep.
An officer in leather armor sat on a stone block near the gate, an iron sword beside him. He looked dispirited and listless.
Hearing the sound, the officer stood up and rubbed his eyes. Once he saw Velin's clothing, a fawning smile appeared on his face as he asked somewhat obsequiously, "My