Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333

Talking bad about one’s own master and others‘ masters was something they did without any pressure.

Carissa raised her hand, sending her attendants out to stand guard at the door.

Violet, who was never one to hold back, said, “We’ve been here for two days, but we weren’t allowed to enter the city. It was your master’s order. We had to stay at a small inn in a town outside the city. There were so many thieves in that town. Fortunately, we had enough martial experts among us, so the dowry was safe.”

Two days ago was when Kyle had left. He probably did it to meet up with Adrian outside the city.

“But your master brought Winona into the city every day, from morning until evening. We don’t know what news they were gathering. Today, we waited outside the city around noon. When we saw that your dowry was about to depart, we hurried in,” Violet continued, adding, “I’ve never been so flustered, but it was also quite thrilling. It felt like we were at the center of attention of the entire city.”

“I’ve never seen anything like that. It was so lively! When my guild senior made the announcement for our guild, his voice was so loud. I’m sure everyone in the capital heard him,” commented an equally excited Cynthia.

Carissa raised her eyebrow and smiled. “That’s for sure.”

That was such an exaggeration. Didn’t they know how vast the capital was?

“The town was just too cold. The coal used for heating in the inn made our eyes hurt,” Violet grumbled. “I’m such a delicate person. You’re the only one whom we’d endure such hardship for, Cari.”

Violet always claimed to be delicate and constantly complained. But when it came to times that mattered, she never uttered a word of complaint.

“It wasn’t too bad, except that the food was terrible. The chef didn’t seem to be very skilled,” Cynthia added.

In every guild, there were always a few excellent cooks who made dishes that were delicious and well–presented. That was especially true for the Crystal Bloom Guild, which was famous for its

Wood. Their guild was pretty much like a chef training camp.

Cynthia chuckled. “The Beggar Guild wanted to come, but your master finds them dirty and disorderly, so he wouldn’t allow them to attend. The Beggar Guild leader must be feeling quite uncomfortable right now.”