"So, this is Drachenreich," Solomon said calmly, his eyes scanning the streets being cleaned by servants. Behind him stood Rick. Both were dressed simply, blending in with the crowd.
Rick looked around curiously. The thought of meeting Morgana was surreal. After all, they called her the heir of King Arthur.
Although Rick feared Morgana might kill him, Solomon had assured him it wouldn't happen—because Rick possessed Excalibur.
"It kind of gives off a German vibe," Rick remarked, observing the people. Solomon, hearing this unfamiliar term, wondered about its meaning but refrained from asking. He was used to it by now.
"This is one of the rare lands, like the Wargans, that have managed to preserve their culture," Solomon said dispassionately. "Even the great Lorenzo couldn't achieve that. All he managed to do was earn hatred."
Rick looked at Solomon curiously. "Does that mean they hate us too?"