'Ta-ta-ta!'
'Ta-ta-ta!'
The horse's hoofs hit the floor. It made a uniquely crisp sound.
Richard looked out from the glass window while he sat in the carriage.
Prosperous, spectacular, and fantastic.
It was his most straightforward impression of Templar City.
He quietly left the stronghold and went to the street to hire a carriage after he collected all the troops into the Tibetan soldier card. He headed to 17th Street.
Although he did not know whether Knowles was living in the Black Oak Manor, Ferguson said this name at the last moment, so it must be someone trusted.
The Templar City was worthy of the status of the King's City.
The main street was 100 meters wide. On both sides stood three to five-story, 10 to 20-meter tall dome-shaped buildings.
The style was simple and elegant, full of dignity and elegance.
