Gars City was festooned with lanterns and colored decorations, bustling beyond measure. Every street had been scrubbed as clean as if washed with water, and the houses on either side had been cleaned until they looked brand-new. Even the soldiers patrolling the streets wore bright crimson robes over their armor, making for a most festive sight.
Seen from the sky, the entire city was a sea of red. Red flowers, red ribbons, red carpets, and garments of red everywhere.
"I always knew you liked red, but I never imagined you liked it this much." Looking at the expanse of red below, Veye could not help but laugh. "It's so red everywhere, it looks just like a pot of stewed shrimp."
Sui Xiong could not help curling his lip. "What kind of comparison is that?! You call yourself a prince? Your level of learning is way too low!"
Veye burst into laughter. "Do you know what sort of man the king back when I was a prince—my father—was?"
Sui Xiong shook his head, somewhat curious.
"He stood two heads taller than ordinary people, his arms were thicker than most men's thighs, and his voice boomed like drums. He could eat half a sheep and ten jin of flatbread in one meal, and when he drank, he used a small wine jar. He wielded a heavy bow, wore heavy armor, and always carried a one-hundred-and-twenty-jin battle axe into battle, yet he never rode a horse—bloodline technology did not exist in those days, and not only ordinary horses, even most tameable riding Magic Beasts could not bear his strength." Veye's eyes were full of amusement; clearly, life at court had been a pleasant memory for him as well. "But the old man had one flaw: he could not read."
"Ah?!"
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