The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine) novel Chapter 978

At the Hun Royal Palace.

Thirteen lofty cities stood on the vast snowy plains.

The thirteen cities of the Royal palace were the pinnacle of power among the coalition.

It was also the most prosperous place in the whole of the coalition at the snowy plains of the outskirts.

Over the course of history, the Hun’s Royal palace’s position was growing weaker in the coalition.

But the Hun Royal Palace was still the largest tribe on the snowy plains of the outskirts to date.

As a weak Kingdom was still stronger than a single tribe, this was very obvious in the Hun Royal Palace and the coalition.

For the Royal Palace’s thirteen cities, except for the capital, surrounded by the twelve cities. The twelve cities had become a haven where people of the coalition trade and made a living.

In these twelve cities, there was everything.

Food, clothing, horses, ammunition, slaves… and so on.

Every city was bustling with activity.

The streets of one of the cities were filled with stalls in front of shops with all sorts of goods. As vendors and owners peddled on and on.

There was a constant flow of people and traffic.

The streets were also cleared of snow by slaves, and there were patrol units of the Hun Royal Palace, threading through the crowd.

“Phew… it’s really been a while since I’ve been out and about.”

Medea was wrapped in a fur robe, as her superb figure was completely concealed under the thick and large fur robe.

To hide her identity, Medea had even put on special make-up and spotted many freckles on her face just so she looked hideous.

It was the only option.

Ever since the age of sixteen, her beauty had been known throughout the Hun Royal Palace.

Once she’s on the streets, it was bound to cause a stir throughout the city, drawing crowds of different tribes from different cities.

She wanted to have a nice break, not another unnecessary stir-up.

“Medea, you don’t have to put on such hideous make-up. Isn’t it nice to be envied by everyone?”

Behind her was a female guard responsible for the safety of Medea. As she saw the make-up of Medea, she was puzzled.

Medea shook her head, “I don’t like being watched out there as if I’m a monkey. A woman’s beauty is only for herself to keep, as for the others, they can have nothing of it.”

The female guard was speechless.

As Medea walked up to a stall filled with all sorts of things.

Medea picked up a perfume bottle, examined for a moment, and then proceeded to open the cap and sniffed.

The stall was owned by a female vendor, as that point, she smiled attentively and said, “Ma’am, this is the genuine Chanel perfume. I’d asked someone to go through a lot of trouble to get it. The fragrance….”

It was a lengthy and detailed introduction.

This scene, however, seemed absurd and somewhat bizarre.

As the Chanel perfume was a luxury item and it was clearly from a modern origin.

Yet, the way they were sold was so primitive as it was comparable to the ancient times. Combining the two together made it feel so out of place.

But this was the norm of the snowy plains of the outskirts.

Because of the extreme environment, it had caused the snowy plains of the outskirts to be very isolated.

Because of the snowstorm made many items really hard for ordinary people to get their hands on.

So much so that the luxury goods obtained with high cost were only sold in the most primitive way, setting up a stall.

But it was no doubt that these goods were absolutely sought-after in the snowy plains.

And of course, the stalls were only for ordinary people who had some capital to acquire goods from the outside world.

Those plutocrats of the major tribes had been able to sell their goods in a way that was no different from the outside world with shops, online auctions and auctions houses…

Of course, these were also aimed at the upper class of the coalition. And the prices were also far exceeded those that still used stalls.

But for the upper class of the coalition, the price didn’t matter anymore. It’s the feeling of being the upper class and the atmosphere that counts.

“This should be worth a slave, right?”