721: Chapter 4 Gradually Unfolding (First Update, 6000)_4 721: Chapter 4 Gradually Unfolding (First Update, 6000)_4 “Ian has already advanced to the Second Energy Level and returned.
I really didn’t expect him to be so fast, I thought I could learn so more swordsmanship and engineering theory…
I was almost certified.”
Thinking this, the Iron Folk with amber-colored pupils felt emotional.
Not to ntion Elder Prude and himself, could even those nobles in the Imperial Capital have imagined Ian’s rapid rise?
The desolate scenery of the plains receded on both sides of the road, while Nauman City ahead grew ever larger.
The once golden Agate Stone Plains were now all barren, with hardly any people in sight.
In autumns past, not just around Nauman City but even Harrison Port would have its celebration festivals, and the major trade associations would usually strengthen trade around this ti.
Day and night, the sound of caravans traveling on the roads was incessant.
But now, because of the war and poor harvests, the broad avenue leading to Nauman City at dawn had only Scott’s caravan on it.
But it wasn’t all bad news.
After all, it was precisely because of the movents of the Fiery Fla Land and the Mountain People that he was able to leave Harrison Port, leave his secluded hotown surrounded by dense forests, and head to Nauman City and another territory…
to witness a broader world.
To give his life another possibility.
As an Iron Folk with no background, whose father was a simple country craftsman, if it weren’t for Ian leading the way, enabling him to learn engineering knowledge, and giving him the credits to beco a squad leader, Scott would probably have spent his entire life as a mber of the Guard Squad, and might even have died at the hands of the Natives.
But now, he had the opportunity to follow a young lord and start building a foundation from scratch.
With this in mind, Scott wiped the dew from the surface of his Armored Clothing.
The weather of the south in October, even in winter, was always humid, and both armor and weapons needed regular care to prevent rust.
Nauman City was now close at hand, but strangely, there was still not much noise.
Incomprehensible.
Although Scott had rarely left Harrison Port, in recent years, the port had also beco a large city; even under martial law, without rchants, one could still hear so sounds of residents’ lives when approaching the urban area.
Nauman City was larger than Harrison Port, so why was it so silent?
Not to ntion anything else, didn’t the Guard Squad need to patrol?
But soon, he learned why.
On the edge of Nauman City, by the guard towers on a square that would be a small market filled with traders from various regions in peaceti, had been empty for so days.
The massive towers stood in the morning fog, their golden-red sunlight casting a long shadow across the square.
But darker than the shadow, even more eye-catching than the sun, was the black Armor Suit that was even more imposing and solid than the towers.
Giant-like, the outer shell of the Armor Suit outlined sharp and straight lines, imparting a sense of heavy danger.
The crimson Cyclops Giant’s eye, although only looking straight ahead quite ordinarily, gave Scott the feeling that the Armor Suit was gazing at him from afar.
Looking at the entire caravan.
The locals around, with curiosity and fear, silently cast their gazes towards the Armor Suit on the square, and the Guard Squad, which would normally patrol the area, also lined up around the square, occasionally turning their heads, curiously watching the Cyclops Giant’s shoulder where the light-refracting prism nozzle glistened.
They did not understand the technical principles, but as soldiers, they instinctively knew it was a deadly weapon.
Scott knew already who the Armor Suit belonged to.
He took a deep breath and then smiled.
“Hurry,”
he ordered, urging the caravan forward, “Don’t look as if you’re still half asleep—tidy up your appearance!”
All the White Folks team mbers also looked towards the distant Armor Suit with expressions of shock and excitent.
They spurred their horses on, racing toward the square.
On the morning of October 23 of the year 773 in the Era of Tara, Scott led his team, arriving at Nauman City.
At the sa ti, Ian also received his Armor Suit and welcod his team.
Although the numbers were few, they were just enough.
Everything was gradually unfolding and developing in a positive direction.
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