Allen Bridge Fort.
Named after the Allen Long Bridge—a gigantic stone arch bridge with centuries of history spanning the main course of the Emerald River—it was a city established along the Emerald River in the east-central region of the White Horse Kingdom, guarding the transportation throat of the kingdom's fertile eastern granary, the Golden Ear Plain.
It had originally been a military fortress of the kingdom, a crucial military stronghold on the kingdom's early frontier-expansion defenses. Now, it had become an important commercial hub in the kingdom's southeast.
Early that morning, deep within a run-down alley of Allen Bridge Fort, a small neighborhood church that looked long neglected stood quietly.
The church's wooden door creaked as it was pushed open from within, and Arthur's tall figure emerged.
Compared to when he had left, aside from his somewhat worn but carefully polished knight's plate armor, he now wore an inconspicuous gray cloak over it.
He turned around and gave a knight's salute to the kind-faced old man inside the doorway, who wore a simple priest's robe.
"Thank you for your generosity and guidance, Father Joseph. May the sun's radiance bless you and this church."
Old Father Joseph nodded slightly and traced a holy symbol over his chest. "May the light guide your path, lost knight."
"Life has not been easy for that child Belly. She often goes to Madam Mary in the Waterside District to take on sewing and laundry work, helping support the household. If you cannot find her at her residence, you may look there."
His gaze swept over Arthur's dust-covered cloak and boots, and he kindly reminded him, "But please be careful. The Waterside District is where respectable people live, and they do not particularly welcome... wanderers like you. If you wish to enter, I'm afraid you'll need