The carriage continued to move toward Eternal Star City along the avenue under the bright sunlight. The people at both sides were blocked far away by the regular soldiers, and their faces could only be barely seen.
No one would think that this unusual carriage and tens of Royal Guards were having some strange conversation between them.
Gilbert was surprised when he saw Thales raise his right arm expressionlessly and showed the object he held in his hand through the window.
Meanwhile, Mallos, Doyle, Glover and the Royal Guards frowned. They were either doubtful, puzzled, or in disbelief.
That was…
"This is the Sentinel."
The prince rubbed against the long and narrow sword hilt expressionlessly. He spoke with a profound tone, "It is the Ancient Empire's national sword, forged using the skills of dwarves and elves, as well as the elites from the land and the seven seas."
The Sentinel.
Mallos was shocked.
