The broad avenue was entirely paved with stone slabs, wide enough for eight four-wheeled carriages to travel side by side.
Countless merchant caravans passed along the roads on both sides, moving in groups toward Star Prayer City.
"I remember there being a hill more than thirty meters high over there." Velin pointed toward the fertile fields in the northwest and asked Kyle.
"You remember correctly, my lord. Seven years ago, there was indeed a hill here. Chief Steward Belder must have leveled it." Kyle searched his memories before answering.
"Good heavens, Belder hasn't turned the area around Star Prayer City into a plain over the past seven years, has he?" Velin was somewhat astonished. Within the range of his sight, aside from the hundred-meter hill bearing the Old Castle, there were hardly any low hills to be seen in any direction.
Even Star Prayer City, more than thirty kilometers away, could be glimpsed from here.
Velin dismounted from the Red Phosphorus Horse and came to the left side of the road. Looking at the clear water flowing through the ditch, then gazing into the distance, he guessed it had been diverted from a tributary of the Yellowstone River over a hundred kilometers away. Fish swam freely within it.
Along this avenue, there was a garbage collection point every hundred meters, handled by the nearest farming households.
Velin crouched down, removed his glove, and reached into the clear canal. Several green fish swam over, circling his hand and spitting clear water.
The orderly army stood straight upon the avenue. On both sides of the road, whether merchants, pedestrians, travelers, or adventurers from afar, all lowered their heads, not daring to let their gazes linger on the young man by the canal.
Seeing the fearful crowd around him, Velin smiled. Though he