Luo Yan lingered for three days in Quartz City, the commercial and artistic capital of Rhode Kingdom. After admiring how those wildly popular pianos across the Empire were crafted by rough yet steady hands, he set off once again to continue his northward journey.
The carriage headed north, departing from the clang of craftsmen's tools and the hawking merchants, entering the hereditary domain of the Northern Duke, the Blackwood family.
The landscape here was completely different; the layout of villages and towns was as orderly as a military camp, and the roads between the fields were as straight as if cut by a blade. Even the farmers working in the wind and snow stood with straight backs.
The air was filled with the scent of discipline and steel, forming a sharp contrast with the opulence of the Holy City and the craftsmanship of Quartz City.
While gazing at the forts stretching along the mountain range, Taufu couldn't help but exclaim.
