Little John had hesitated too.
But he was still young, only twenty.
He did not want to be trapped in a small village.
More importantly, he could not even find a single beauty there.
The prettiest one was merely a village girl with fairly regular features.
Could anyone expect a village of a few hundred people to have truly beautiful girls? Though they lacked neither nutrition nor an easy life, plain-looking was still plain-looking.
There were naturally pretty village girls, but it often took eight or ten villages to produce one truly beautiful woman.
Besides, this was the Middle Ages.
If it were modern times, even a village beauty could dress herself up beautifully.
In the Middle Ages, one could only rely on natural looks.
Little John led the companions willing to follow him slowly out of the valley. Though their steps were weary, their eyes shone with longing for the future.
When they emerged from beyond the Mist, they were quickly spotted by patrolmen, and carrier pigeons sent news of their appearance to the nearest city.
Not long after they set out, the outside world had already prepared a grand welcome for them.
These were some arrangements Darwin had made before leaving.
He had stationed people outside to keep watch. If they discovered that he had come out, they were to immediately inform the nearby Earls.
Of course, even without those arrangements, many people had established camps around the Mist.
They would have reported it anyway.
After all, the King and nobles placed great importance on news from within the Mist.
They were willing to pay a high price for it.
When Little John and the others passed through the final mountain pass, the view before them suddenly opened up.
On a vast plain stood a magnificent city. Its