Ji Mansion's Old Zhao

Bags of salt, spices and sugar stacked from inside the shop all the way out into the streets. Merchants loaded with goods going flooded the streets with their carriages.
The air was filled with fragrances emanating from all manner of spices. It was a prosperous, lively city at the side of the oasis. Sounds of metals being hammered and threads being woven were heard all over the place, as smiths and craftsmen were busy at work in their respective workshops.
The banner of the successor of the Kingdom of Swadia—Baron Kant—was hanging on the city gates. The citizens lived peaceful, happy lives, revering their lord from the bottom of their hearts.
Soldiers on the city walls armed with crossbows stood guard over the city, and footmen wearing mail armor patrolled the streets.  The place was one of peace and security.

Lord of the Oasis

The sky was still bright when there was a knock on the door.

He turned his head slightly and realized that there was someone standing outside the door.

He did not answer. After waiting for a few seconds, he asked, "I'm here. What's the matter?"

The person outside spoke. It was a gentle female voice. "Respected Baron Kant, Baron Dylan asked me to bring you clothes. The clothes are for the banquet and the tournament. I hope they fit. If they don't, I'll immediately ask the tailors to modify them."

"Okay.", Kant nodded, but he did not get up from the bed. "I understand."

He casually answered, just like a young noble who lived in luxury.

Kant's voice was calm, but it also carried the impatience as he was woke up early. "Let Manid handle it. He should know my figure. If it's not time for breakfast, remember not to disturb me."

The Beginning Of the Tournament