New Year. Far-Sail Port.
Yesterday, snow had fallen once again, glittering and translucent, so thick that heaven and earth blended into a single white expanse. It had not stopped until the afternoon.
In the Noble District of Far-Sail Port, all the noble families had finished moving in.
The Lord's Villa occupied a vast area and consisted of several small buildings. The single-story buildings to the side housed servants and guards.
A high wall surrounded the entire villa, with an iron gate at its center. The gate stood beneath a spacious portico, its floor paved with marble. Above it hung a huge noble coat of arms-a simple green branch bearing a few leaves.
This was also the entrance for carriages and the route used by formal guests. Ordinary people and servants entered through a small gate near the gatehouse.
Of course, the master sometimes went on foot and used the side gate as well.
And now Romon and his family had come out.
Both children wore new clothes. With the new year, the elder sister, Alice, was six, and her younger brother, Ruxiji, was five.
Eileen wore a white fox-fur coat that looked luxurious.
Bell, however, wore a thick gray squirrel-fur coat. This was not a matter of stinginess or unequal treatment. As a druid, she could just about accept wearing rodent fur, but using rare animals was a little...
The two children shrieked and laughed, tussling playfully up ahead.
Romon smiled. Behind him stood several tall attendants dressed as knightly squires, their thin lips pressed tight and longswords at their waists. They were all elite fourth-level warriors.
As time passed, crowds gradually poured out. People filled the sidewalks, while carriages packed the streets.
Shouts and cheers gradually rose. They could faintly hear various theater troupes performing, and countless people flocked