Following his truest feelings, O'dor came to the Inner City District.
The patrolling guards were greatly surprised to see O'dor. This mysterious lord was rarely seen, but they remembered Kyle's instructions well: when facing this lord, they had to be utterly respectful and were not allowed the slightest negligence or rudeness.
"My lord."
O'dor ignored him and walked straight ahead. He could sense that his teacher was nearby.
"Hehe, look at how huge your nephew's castle is. We've been walking around for so long, and we've only covered a tiny part of the Inner City District." Layla wore a white dress and held Flora's hand as they toured the various areas of the Inner City District.
"It is quite large, but there aren't many people," Flora said to her friend with a curl of her lips.
"What do you know? Once Velin gets married and has children, and his descendants multiply, won't there be more people?" Layla pinched Flora's cheek and said with a smile, clearly in high spirits.
Flora patted Layla's hand, telling her to stop. There were guards patrolling nearby, as well as other distinguished guests.
"Such nice skin, such smooth cheeks, and such a generous heart. I wonder who will be lucky enough to have you someday?" Recalling that delicate touch from earlier, Layla hugged Flora's right arm and rested her head on it.
"Hmph, you're one to talk. Your wedding with my brother has been delayed again and again. When are you getting married?"
"Because this war is still ongoing, and once it ends, we'll immediately have to go to war with the Dwarves. We might have to wait another seven or eight years." Thinking of this, Layla spoke irritably.
"All right, all right. Don't be angry."
A hundred meters away, O'dor concealed himself and silently