The Royal Capital isn't just called the Royal Capital; it has a name too.

New Tralaniska.

This is the full name of the Royal Capital.

At the founding of the Kingdom, the King of Kings, Prince Tralaniska, chose this place as the capital of the new kingdom.

And because his fiefdom on the old continent was Tralaniska, it was named New Tralaniska.

Of course, by today, many have already forgotten this slightly awkward name.

More people simply refer to it as the Royal Capital.

The grandeur of the Royal Capital is evident even before the ship docks.

Not mentioning the towering buildings, nor the vast harbour surface that resembles a battlefield, just the massive statue standing at the mouth of the sea is enough to command respect.

It is a gigantic statue, thirty meters tall, depicting a gallant naval commander, his eyes fixed ahead with unwavering determination, pointing forward, as if to engulf the sea before him.

This person is the most famous naval hero in the Kingdom's history, Cillian Norton.

During the famous defense battle of the Royal Capital, he made significant contributions, facing the fierce coalition naval forces from the old continent. At a critical moment, he piloted the flagship "Giant Wave" into enemy formations, ramming and sinking the enemy's flagship, thus reversing the tide of battle and thoroughly blocking the enemy forces outside the Royal Capital.

After the battle, he died from his injuries and was posthumously conferred as a naval admiral by the King of Kings, and a statue was erected to eternally guard the Kingdom's coast.

Many on the ship had obviously heard the stories of this General and saluted him.

After passing this statue, the ship officially entered the port of the Royal Capital.

This port was also named Cillian Port because of Cillian.

As ships entered the port, more and more large vessels, giant ships, and merchant ships kept shuttling back and forth.

The sound of voices and steam whistles wove together into the symphony of this sea port.

The mood of those on board also became cheerful.

The Royal Capital is indeed the most vibrant city, seemingly outmatching Wenster in every way.

When the ship finally docked steadily at its designated berth, the journey came to an end.

As per tradition, under Carlos's lead, everyone began to praise the name of Sea God Isis.

Ethan joined in as well.

Only, he wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but when he recited the name of Isis, he felt a tremor.

It felt like something was looking at him.

Isis?

Or was it Aphraela?

The gangplank was down, and the other passengers began to disembark one by one.

Ethan did not hurry; he waited a while until the crowd thinned out before slowly following suit.

The moment he stepped onto land, Ethan saw a familiar face.

Jackson.

Jackson wasn't alone; he was accompanied by quite a few people.

Even behind him, there was a banner that read: Welcome Ethan to the City of Ten Thousand Cities!

It seemed they were unaware that Ethan once studied in the Royal Capital.

However, Ethan didn't care about that point; he smiled and greeted Jackson.

"Jack, you're too kind."

"Ethan, it's what I should do."

Jackson stepped forward and gave Ethan a firm hug.

Then he turned to introduce the companions.

"Ethan, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Ma Long, vice president of the Royal Capital Art Collection Society. He has always liked your paintings, so he insisted on coming to welcome you today."

"Hello, Mr. Ma Long."

Ethan looked at the man named Ma Long.

This person was about fifty years old, with an old-fashioned gentleman's appearance, dressed quite elegantly, and went forward with enthusiasm to greet Ethan and shake hands without any airs.

Afterwards, Ethan was gradually introduced to several members of the Royal Capital Collections Society, as well as some people from the art world.

After the pleasantries, Jackson invited Ethan to have lunch together.

Ethan didn't refuse, as he came this time to hold a personal exhibition, so getting along with these people would do no harm.

So he asked the others to go to their accommodation first.

Regarding accommodation, Ethan had asked Jackson in advance to look for a place, but it hadn't been decided yet, so they went to a hotel for the time being.

Sofia wasn't interested in joining such a gathering, so in the end, only Ethan and Anya went.

Jackson prepared a car for Ethan, also a product of the Klaus Company, but it was not the Klaus Long Spear; it was another model called the Silver Bullet.

However, there was one thing that might displease Anya because she couldn't drive Ethan in this car.

She had just arrived in the Royal Capital and was completely unfamiliar with the routes.

So, in the end, she had to sit somewhat reluctantly in the back seat.

In fact, she initially wanted to sit in the front passenger seat, but Ethan stopped her.

They sat together in the back seat, watching the dream-like bustling street scenes of the Royal Capital recede outside the window.

"I can't see the road sitting here," Anya said softly.

"It's okay, we have plenty of time," Ethan also said softly to her.

Then he held her hand.

But that warmth was quickly disrupted.

Because the car suddenly stopped.

The reason was that the road ahead was suddenly blocked. Peacekeepers controlled the intersection, and there were some intense gunshots coming from afar, approaching.

Then, a Klaus Silver Bullet car flashed across the cordoned-off road, and the officers guarding the intersection didn't even have time to shoot, allowing the car to slip away like a gust of wind.

They were about to jump in their cars to pursue when a barrage of bullets responded to them at a furious pace.

"Ratatatata——"

Like the roar of a typewriter.

It was unmistakably a Wenster Typewriter gun.

Unexpectedly, this firearm had become popular in the Royal Capital and was even used by outlaws.

With Ethan's keen eyesight, he clearly saw who was firing from that Silver Bullet car.

It was a man in a black trench coat, wearing a black fedora, with a black bird-shaped mask, wielding two Wenster Typewriter guns, constantly leaning out the car door to fire.

In contrast, the peacekeeping officers chasing him seemed a bit disheveled.

"It's Johnny Blackbird! He pulled off another job!"

At this point, the driver couldn't help but exclaim.

"Johnny Blackbird, who is that?"

"He's a bandit with a conscience, robbing from the rich to give to the poor, taking money from the banks from the wealthy, and giving it to the people in the slums. He's a hero!"

Saying this, the driver glanced at Ethan as if realizing something, then shut his mouth.

This is the Royal Capital, the City of Ten Thousand Cities, it's incredibly prosperous.

But also absurd beyond measure.

In broad daylight, you can witness such scenes too.

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