Chapter 1537: The Main Plaza
Milo and Kuba were excused after the introduction, and he was then taken to take an oath of non-betrayal in the City Center. For the first time, he finally saw what the City looked like.
Before, he was in a carriage, so his view was limited. The speed of the carriage also made a lot of things blurry. Now, going on foot, he could look a lot longer and could see even more.
First of all, the Palace Complex was even larger now that he was getting farther away from it because he could see more of it now.
The palace complex was wide. Since they were going on foot, just leaving the palace grounds from where they were took a quarter of an hour.
The complex was surrounded by a tall wall around 5 meters high, with dense sentries erected every few hundred meters or so. There were also strong-looking guards making rounds and guarding the battlements.
Milo was too weak to determine their exact levels, but he guessed most mercenaries who tortured them in the town couldn’t hold against any one of these guards.
On the way out, he also saw a well-guarded building that looked like the system warehouse. It was placed inside the complex, which made sense because it was already surrounded by sentries and extra layers of guards around it.
The main mass of the main palace was at least 5 floors and each floor had complex patterns and designs etched or carved onto it. It was large and massive, a bit overwhelming, but visually stunning.
It also had towers about 7 floors high, too, like those palaces he saw in medieval and Renaissance pictures (he lacked the detailed knowledge to differentiate) he learned from school. If his life wasn’t threatened so often, he’d really appreciate the beauty of it.
Milo’s tastes were softer compared to his male peers, and unlike them, he could actually appreciate buildings and subjects related to that. He thought it was probably because he was raised by his sister, who taught him a lot about the value of things.
The pondered of her made his eyes heat up again, but he shook his head, knowing that this was not the place to cry.
Anyway, the rest of the city did not disappoint, and his eyes were wide as he observed the surroundings. As servants, they exited through the side gates, which abutted the lively streets and an avenue.
To be exact, there was still a wide pedestrian lane that separated the palace walls from one of the main avenues. There was even a line of shrubs separating them, softening the chaos.
According to Kuba, they were heading to what was in front of the palace, though they couldn’t exit through there casually, so they were making a detour.
There was a theme along the buildings of the main avenue. They were intricately designed and symmetrical. He did not know any technical terms to point anything out though, but he just thought it all seemed nice.
The average building heights seemed to be three to four floors, with a few at five floors. Their appearance was relatively uniform, making them look organized to look as a whole. He wondered if they were system buildings, and it made him more and more curious about the facilities found in a city.
It was odd. He was still a slave, how did he get the impression he could have the chance to look around?
The roads were extremely wide, two or three beast carts could go through each direction at one time—and there weren’t a few of them running around.
There were overpasses here, too, at least over the main avenues, because the traffic was so continuous.
They were high and made of wood. The height of each step was quite tall though, perhaps it was because the people here were taller, but in Terran standards, they seemed unsafe.
That said, people here had better physiques and senses, and so far, he hadn’t seen anyone tipping over, so he guessed it wasn’t a problem.
The people going up the overpass weren’t few either, which was understandable.
If one mistakenly crossed the main avenues at ground level, a low-leveled person could expect to be turned into a bloodied pancake.
As someone who had only been to a village and enslaved in a Town, walking along the streets of a City was an entirely different experience altogether.
He wondered if all cities were like this.
Milo gulped. Since the migration, he hadn’t been in such bustling streets before, and he felt extremely intimidated by the number of strong people around him.
"Focus," Kuba’s voice sounded next to him, making him flinch.
"Y-Yes, sir," he said, hastening his pace to follow the old man’s who, despite looking slow—leisurely moving with his hands on his humped back—was actually quite swift.
At the very least, while the old man looked like he was walking casually, Milo was already on the verge of running.
The difference in levels was palpable.
Milo gulped. He wondered if he could be as strong as they were someday.
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The bustling avenues were at the side of the palace. At the front of it was actually a massive plaza about the size of two football stadiums.
The two wide avenues on each side—separated further by the wide pedestrian lane they were walking in—somewhat separated the plaza from the rest of the City.
At this time, there was a temporary market built there, and their destination was the City Center, which was right across the palace, through this plaza. Even from the side of the palace, it was easy to see.
That said, they had to go through the open space with lots of people and the feeling of wanting to explore was quite...refreshing.
Someday...even as a slave, he wondered if he could truly observe the place with his own eyes, using his own feet, and in his own will.
Sigh. He wished he could see his sister, and they could go around together—like they always did. And by that time, hopefully, no longer slaves.
He wondered: Would that be too much to hope for?