By the end of the forest, there were two tall black bunkers sitting on both sides of the main road and endless black city walls were connected to them. A large wooden door was opened between the two bunkers, several guards in white leather suit patrolling around it. Some of them were questioning the coachmen on the carriages that were trying to enter the door. The guards’ iron helmets looked like hats, most of them looked a bit chubby, and they all had the goatee on their chins. There were V-shaped red signs marked on their chest pieces, and none of them looked like experienced fighters.
Two large carriages were waiting to enter the door while slowly moving forward. A cute blonde girl stuck her head out of the first carriage’s window, looking around curiously. In the second carriage, Angele was peeking through the window with no expression on his face.
