"Just a few days ago, at the north plaza of Night-Kirin City, dark clouds churned overhead, rolling like torrents of ink. The ground was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, while drums and music played all around the plaza and songs of praise filled the air. When the ten o'clock bell rang, the residents of Night-Kirin City streamed into the center of the plaza.
Two columns of knights led the way, with Mages clearing the path. Count Hark led fifty Mages, fifty Knights, fifty Barbarians, fifty members of the royal family, and fifty students into the center.
At the north end of the plaza, High Priest Roar led fifty Barbarian Priests, fifty Beastmen Priests, fifty Human Priests, fifty Dragonborn Priests, and fifty Elf Priests in singing hymns to the God Emperor.
At eleven in the morning, a thunderous boom rang out in the sky, and a beam of golden light suddenly descended. A six-winged Angel appeared, wearing a golden helmet and armor, with golden hair and a golden radiance surrounding him, a golden longsword in his hand. As the Angel descended, His Majesty's holy decree echoed through the plaza. It contained the maxims for Knights and Mages to cultivate themselves. At that moment, Lord Landen and Lord Blaze arrived gracefully to receive His Majesty's blessing..."
In the open space at the center of the slave camp, Yuling delivered a long, rapid-fire recitation, almost as if she were performing onstage. This form of folk storytelling, adapted from Landen's hometown, captured the full attention of nearly eight hundred people.
At the entrance of a tent beside the clearing, Dutov listened carefully to Yuling's entire performance, his expression grave.
In the eyes of this old-school nobleman, such a recitation meant that there had to be Mana-Wielders in the territory devoted to cultural pursuits.