Sunlight spilled generously over the cobblestone streets.
It stretched the figures of the many passing pedestrians long, causing them to overlap.
The air was filled with the mingled aromas of food and alcohol.
A dwarf warrior with a massive axe on his back and his beard braided into plaits haggled loudly with a Fish-Man Race vendor.
Not far away.
Two members of the Elf Race wore velvet robes embroidered with silver thread.
Their pointed ears appeared almost translucent beneath the sunlight.
One male and one female, both strikingly handsome; the former carried a sword, while the latter held a staff.
Their quiet conversation carried the elegance of poetry.
The crowd flowed endlessly, and the clamor was deafening.
The street was like a moving painting, where different races, professions, and dreams converged and collided.
This was the magnificent sight that Chido, Lala, and the others saw after passing through the portal from Whiskey Peak.
"So this is Duel City. There really are a lot of people, but it seems there are fewer than over there."
Chido, who looked like a little boy, said as he scanned every beautiful woman within his sight.
"Of course, Your Majesty Chido~"
"The number of adventurers far exceeds that of duelists, not to mention that it's currently the Top 100 Tournament~"
Buggy replied with a slightly fawning grin.
He had already learned Chido and Lala's identities. More importantly, they were willing to pay him to continue accompanying them for fun.
Ten thousand Beli a day!
There was simply no reason to refuse, so he immediately brought Alvida, Mohji, and Cabaji along.
Uta, however, was still too young and had a special identity, so she could only remain on Whiskey Peak Island.
"But I still like it better here. The atmosphere is fantastic."
As Chido walked and