Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Chapter 384: Chapter 327: That Incident and the Rising Wolf Smoke【5K】_1

Beneath the brilliant starry sky, in the central area next to the Lord’s Mansion of Cyan Town, the most prosperous commercial street bustled with voices and activity.

On both sides of the wide street, various types of taverns and snack bars could be found.

Among them were shops with colorful signs selling magical items and crafts.

At a glance, the dazzling signs inlaid with Light Crystal Stones and colorful signs adorned with small visual magic arrays competed for attention, making people feel overwhelmed by the sights before them.

Amidst the surging crowd, the sounds of boisterous discussions from the taverns mingled with the tantalizing aroma of roasted meat and freshly baked bread, creating a bustling and harmonious atmosphere.

This lively scene had continued ever since Leo Ray became the Lord of Cyan City.

Now on the street, the vicious and lawless mercenaries had been replaced by polite, armor-clad soldiers from the defense army.

In the midst of the dense crowd, a young woman in her twenties moved gracefully, accompanied by a group of attendants. Her curious eyes sparkled as she strolled around leisurely.

She wore a plain khaki-colored dress, and her thick, curly hair was tied in a neat ponytail with a uniquely designed, cyan carved hairband from Cyan Town.

However, her fair face was adorned with a few faint freckles, making her look slightly charming.

This person was none other than Princess Ariel, who had changed her appearance using illusion magic and hidden her true face.

“Your Highness, there are many people here, and it’s chaotic. Please don’t walk too fast,” said Holy Light General Joshua, who had also undergone an illusion transformation and carried a basket beside her, reminding her softly.

On the other side, a plain-looking, white-haired old man hurriedly followed, who was none other than another illusion-transformed Giant Axe General Burt.

Behind the three of them were their disguised companions, Linda and Mason Banks, as well as the relaxed muscular Priest Gideon Black.

Of course, there were also the silent Southern sisters, Serena, and Stella, who moved swiftly and agilely across the roofs of the towering buildings on both sides under the vast moonlight.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

Ariel squeezed through the crowd and came to a stall selling pineapple buns, handing a shiny Gold Dragon coin to the vendor.

A moment later, she took a bite from the steaming bun and squeezed over to a street performance where a wandering poet was playing the lute and singing at the entrance of a tavern.

The middle-aged bard, with a worn lute in his arms, sang passionately about Hero King Caesar.

Upon hearing this, Ariel raised her eyebrows proudly and took another bite of her warm, sweet pineapple bun.

As a member of the Coldflame Royal Family with the bloodline of Hero King Caesar flowing within her,

being praised and extolled, whether in public or private, was always a matter of joy and pride.

“That being said, I didn’t expect this place to be so prosperous. It seems that he is not entirely useless after all,” Ariel muttered as she took in the lively scene before her, and the image of a nonchalant, annoying young man appeared in her mind.

Just then, a series of excited exclamations reached Ariel’s ears.

“It’s our City Lord! Our City Lord is here!”

“Everyone, make way for our City Lord!”

“My admiration for our City Lord is like a mighty dragon soaring through the sky, endless and eternal!”

“Mom, when I grow up, I want to join the defense army and protect our City Lord!”

“Humph, that’s nothing. Dad, I want to become a great hero like our City Lord and eliminate traitors!”

Amid the excited voices, the dense crowd in front of her consciously began to disperse to both sides.

Under the neon lights, the gentle face of a young man came into Ariel’s view.

This man was none other than Leo Ray.

“Just hearing about him was enough, did not expect to run into him.”

Looking at Leo Ray, who was slowly approaching, Ariel folded her arms and slightly pursed her lips.

At the same time, she noticed in surprise that the praise in the nearby bard’s song had shifted from her ancestor Hero King Caesar to the young Lord of Cyan City.

Most importantly, the heartfelt words of praise were no less than before!

“Has this guy’s reputation really become comparable to my ancestor in this place?”

Hearing this, Ariel’s mouth twitched slightly, looking a little helpless.

However, seeing the genuine smiles on people’s faces around her,

she remembered something and furrowed her brows, her mood suddenly began to plummet.

At this moment, the image of the chaotic, smoke-filled royal capital that she left behind emerged in Ariel’s mind.

There was no doubt that, both in terms of scale and prosperity,