Sunshine streamed through the gaps in the clouds, and Red Tide Territory welcomed a rare clear and bright day. There was no snow on the streets, and the air carried a hint of crisp warmth.
Louis Calvin traveled discreetly.
He wore a black cloak, followed by several well-equipped but subtly low-key knights.
The overall atmosphere was not ostentatious, merely aiming to maintain safety without alarming the populace.
After all, in Red Tide Territory, he was like the Sun. If he were too high-profile, it might inadvertently cause a small riot or even a stampede, which would be undesirable.
Today he was heading to the Artisan District to discuss the manufacturing of new weapons with the heads of the craftsmen there.
Stepping out of the main hall of the government building, the stone-paved streets stretched out straight. The cold wind blew, causing the pine trees on both sides to sway gently. The streets were clean and tidy, reflecting the current order and new atmosphere of Red Tide.
