Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4155

Chapter 4155: War Drum (Part 2)

"No reason." The man thanked his good star and flicked the reins, prompting the horses to a brisk trot.

As he had anticipated, there wasn’t much to see. The streets of Amrok bustled with stagecoaches, people, and carriages filled with goods. Kamila could rarely get a glimpse of buildings and shop windows past the crowd.

"I’ve never seen so many people even in Valeron!" She said in disbelief. "Did we come at the wrong time of the year?"

’She’s been to Valeron? I’d better use a soft approach with rich clients.’ The coachman thought.

"This is nothing, milady. Winter is off-season. If you came to Amrok during spring or summer, it would have been much worse." He actually said. "Any chance I’m spoiling your surprise for your lady, milord?"

"No. We are already here." Lith shrugged. "It was only a matter of time until she discovered the truth."

"The truth about what?" Solus asked.

"Amrok isn’t just any city." Menadion said, taking the words out of the coachman’s mouth. "About 1,500 years ago, Amrok was the capital of the Trokan Empire.

"It managed to conquer two-thirds of Garlen by the time its civilization reached its apex. After that, Amrok declined due to corruption, moral decay, and expanding its borders way farther than the eyes of the law could see.

"Without Warp Gates, local rulers became tyrants, and the central government could do nothing about them. Even worse, the senate of Amrok knew nothing at all most of the time because its corrupt members took bribes to cover everything up.

By the time Valeron’s conquest campaign started, Amrok was already reduced to a shadow of its former glory.

"It was still the biggest country in the current Kingdom, but it had already collapsed, and its once defeated enemies had already regained their independence."

"Indeed." The coachman took a pothole on purpose to make Menadion bite her tongue and shut her up.

Demons didn’t need to breathe and could talk nonstop. The coachman needed to retake the spotlight to get a good tip.

"Even after the fall of its empire, however, Amrok was still an open-air museum. The city is full of architectural marvels, and we have many galleries filled with pieces of art dating from 1,500 years ago to now.

"Valeron took example from Amrok to build his Kingdom, but took nothing from us. He preserved the city’s beauty and made us one of the crown jewels. I can tell you all about the rich history of each district during our tours."

The coachman smiled at Kamila and came down to open the door.

"We’ve arrived. Welcome to the Unicorn’s Pot." The hotel’s valet glared at the coachman just like the coachman did at Menadion.

No one liked the competition stealing a good tip.

"By my Mom, it’s beautiful." Solus said.

The Unicorn’s Pot was a three-story high historical building made of polished white stones. A marble colonnade led from the entrance to the reception, and a long, soft red carpet went from the sidewalk to the desk.

Lights, windows, and all amenities were modern, but everything else was perfectly preserved. Hardwood tables, padded chairs, and glasses were either original antiques dating back to the Trokan Empire or perfect replicas crafted with modern materials.

Paintings of the hotel at the time of its inauguration were hung on the walls, and there was hardly a difference in the present.

’For its price, it better be more than beautiful.’ Lith inwardly snarled, but all the others could see was a gentle gaze and a happy smile.

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