There were now very few Dracs left on the Terra Continent, but without exception, every one of them was a towering figure capable of shaking the entire land.
The most famous of them, and the one Kazimierz knights revered most, was none other than Empress Talulah, who had followed Qianyi, the King of Kings, in conquering the world—a woman often clad in military uniform, valiant and imposing, with power enough to burn mountains and boil seas.
The instant they recognized Talulah's identity, the knights and police officers naturally shifted their gazes to the young man standing beside her, taking pictures with his phone.
One glance felt like an eternity.
Just looking at that face made the singing-and-dancing genes within every Kazimierz citizen present awaken completely.
It couldn't be helped. Back then, Kazimierz's pride—the campaigning knights, as well as the arena knights who had basked in endless glory—had all been treated like stray dogs by the Ursus iron cavalry led by Qianyi, before Great Britain had even been established, and kicked to death without mercy.
If that record had belonged to the old Ursus, then whenever Kazimierz citizens saw Britons, they would have immediately triggered their filial instincts, dropped to their knees on the spot, and obediently become Ursus's little brothers from then on.
Fortunately, that brutal war had ultimately only been a conflict between Qianyi and the upper ranks of the Merchants' Guild and the Council of Inspectors. It had no direct bearing on the overwhelming majority of ordinary Kazimierz civilians.
On the contrary, after Qianyi's Ursus forces formally took over Kazimierz, they not only strictly enforced military discipline and took not a single needle or thread from the people, but also distributed vast quantities of supplies free of charge to help homeless citizens rebuild their homes.
Beyond that, the