As the carriage and the knights crossed the streets, the surrounding people with different hair and eye colors all humbly stood aside.
"It's the Bishop of York!"
"Bishop of York, please protect our troops!"
Various prayers emerged from the crowd. The respectful and devout expressions on the peoples' faces did not vanish even after the carriage and knights had gone.
Ye Qingtang did not know how to feel when she saw this strange scene.
These people were clearly humans, but they were completely foreign. Their hair color was like that of an alien race, and all of them, whether male or female, had deep-set features and snow-white skin.
Even their attire was completely different from the clothes that Ye Qingtang was familiar with.
Here, the women mostly wore tight-waisted dresses with long, loose skirts. The men all wore close-fitting clothes similar to the leather armor of martial arts outfits.