"You are allowed to go in."
"Thanks, guys! Move on!"
Escorted by a group of mercenaries, three carriages entered the city of Nercana.
Compared to the capital of Bernes where the streets were filled with people going through their business, Nercana was different.
Though they weren´t as many people as in Bernes, you couldn´t call this place deserted. And contrary to what one would expect from a city near the borders, the buildings were in quite good condition if not a better condition than most buildings in Bernes.
And Danzel who was watching by the side inside the carriage found this weird.
After all, you would think that the capital would be much grander than that of a city in the middle of a potential war zone.
He originally wanted to lay low somewhere with a minimum amount of supply of equipment to engrave runes and maybe find a replacement for his armor.
