The last ti Su Mo ca near the 20-ter-high wall was when he was still afraid of exposing himself. He simply took a few glances and quickly averted his eyes.
Today, with Turner leading the way and the progress of Fire Exchange, he finally had the ti and chance to raise his head high and observe the details of the high walls!
The high wall’s material was similar to the city walls outside of Freedom City, which were dark red bricks that constantly devoured the sunlight that shined upon them.
Its defense system was an embedded observation window instead of an external watchtower.
There was a gap between every 30 ters of the wall, and from ti to ti, people would stick their heads out to observe the situation on the streets.
The overall defensive strength of the high walls was only average, capable of catching minor cris but not sneakier and more cunning deeds.
However, if you were to add an eyeball in the center of the wall like the Black Stone Camp, the entire wall would instantly lose its grandeur.
Unlike the city gates that were guarded before, the door under the high wall was an ordinary stone door, and no one was seen guarding it.
However, two uniford staff mbers approached them after they entered through the door.
A man and a woman, both from the Fox clan, with slender statures, good looks and a charming aura, appeared before them.
They observed the gender of their guests, and the man in front stepped back while the woman stepped forward, bowing deeply.
“Welco, masters, to the Inner City. I’ll be your guide to this place. Please allow to check your information to arrange for the best service and guidance for you.”
Like the entertainnt service agents in Freedom City’s other venues, the fox girl radiated an aura when she talked or bowed.
Although the two’s marks were still blue, they were adjusted to purple by the city guards as ample compensation.
“Okay, lead the way. We do need so good rcenaries.
“Also, help deal with this guy’s identification issue!”
“Okay!”
The field of vision beca wider after walking inside for about 100 ters.
The buildings that could be seen by the roadside were full of people who were carrying items that could not be traded outside.
For example, the daily fixed rations, a lumpy plant that could be made into a paste, were like roadside garbage piled up in a hill.
There were constantly large carts responsible for loading, and then taking them to a fixed location outside the city for sale.
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