Peering out through the gap in the curtain, he could clearly see a hall.
Three tiers of steps stood before the hall, with two slender knights stationed on each tier, red tassels hanging from their helmets. They were not meant for battle, but were reception knights specially recruited by the Human Race to welcome guests.
Though they could not slay enemies and earn merit, they could gain corresponding achievements through hosting distinguished guests and raise their standing.
Li Ziran had seen these knights in the newspapers. According to the reports, only especially valuable guests could receive such treatment.
There were very few such reception knights among the Human Race. Nearly every one of them was a textbook handsome man. Of course, their rarity was not merely due to their good looks, but even more because of their study of civilized etiquette.
Every one of them carried a rich air of antiquity.
From afar, they appeared poised and graceful. Even their smiles faintly bore the fragrance of books. Even someone like Li Ziran, who toyed with slaves all day long, had to admit that these men were strikingly beautiful.
They were absolutely top-tier on the Red Soil Continent.
Their price even far surpassed that of young women.
Standing in the center of those reception knights was a kindly old man. His beard was streaked with white, his body slightly hunched. He was chatting and laughing with Anfuni, yet wrinkles occasionally creased the corners of his eyes. Clearly, that smile was not sincere.
This should have been the Human Race's welcoming party. According to the arrangements, they were now to enter Human Race territory. To ensure their safety, this welcoming party would escort them all the way from the border to Triangle City, where the Triangle Council was located.
"They're here!" Ke'er