Chapter 90: Pure Loath

The Magic Tower of Yalen, it was called. You could see why, as the royal family has possession of the tower and taxed all of the people that would venture into it.

Markets were cramped around it to buy or sell anything tower-related. The crowd was bustling and many foreigners moved about, dying the crowd with their unique traits. Some were exceptionally tall, bronzed, carrying a darker skin tone. Others were exceedingly pale, having sharp features and pointy noses with slitty-eyes.

As Arthur roamed around in the crowd, he could hear the languages of many merging into a song of diversity. The Eastern tongue Janea with their fast language, the brute but concise words of Halin of giants, and the modern Yalveran language. These were some of the languages Arthur managed to pick up in the crowd.