The next morning, Dravemont was immediately filled with various conversations about the upcoming competition…
Street vendors shouted headlines, waving papers high above the crowd.
Citizens clustered around bulletin boards with their eyes scanning the bold letters. Even some nobles lingered in carriages, sending servants to fetch copies of the newspapers…
Of course, the taverns also opened early, with their tables set with various newspapers.
No one seemed troubled by the mention of demon blood or dragon heritage. Forbidden arts were permitted in this tournament, and the people accepted that fact.
What mattered was information, names, abilities, bloodlines, specialties. Every detail could shift the betting odds.
Indeed! They needed to earn well in this competition! It could change their lives after all.
