"A tournament?"
Zong Shen instinctively repeated after hearing Minstrel Englandmu mention it.
Englandmu nodded, feeling a bit proud upon seeing Zong Shen's confused expression.
As a minstrel, they always knew a lot of information.
Especially well-versed in news among the kingdom nobles.
Whether it was official news or rumors, it was the same.
For instance, when a count's daughter eloped with some poor boy.
Or when a noble suffered a downfall, involving various noble gossip.
Additionally, they knew which noble's daughter was ready to marry, and which noble's scion was ready to wed.
At the same time, they would also sing about the outstanding figures among young nobles, as well as tales from their journeys.
Englandmu paused for a moment to organize the information about the tournament before speaking softly.
"That's right, it's the tournament!"
"Every Giant City has its own arena."
