After thanking the youth with a silver coin, Ariane and I continued down the main street.
The main street stretched from the east gate all the way to the second gate, and soon we found our way to the third district’s gate.
The gate was around twenty meters tall and even the walls to the left and right of it were rather nice. There was a variety of stalls along the wall in a similar fashion to shops set up under the underpass downtown.
The security on both sides of the gate wasn’t all that impressive, only having a guard station on each side. When we crossed the gate, the miscellaneous sounds of people moving about calmed down, but the number people remained unchanged for the most part.
However, unlike the wooden buildings that filled the fourth district, the buildings in the third district were made of stone and in a arranged in a somewhat elegant manner.
Since we would be more noticeable in the more upscale districts, we decided to look for an inn here.
Turning off the main road and walking down the shop-lined streets, we eventually came upon a large flowing waterway. The gondolas that were carrying people and luggage back and forth along the waterway gave off the impression of being in Venice.
There was a stone bridge that the gondolas would sail under, and it lead to a residential area.
The street wasn’t as crowded as the main street and along with the shops there were restaurants and inns lining the streets.
We entered one of the three-story inns and booked separate rooms for Ariane and myself.
Since tonight’s lodgings had been taken care of, Ariane and I split up after leaving the inn and began to gather information in the city.
Because the city was larger than a normal town, I decided to walk the main street so that I wouldn’t get lost.
Besides, I wasn’t sure I could get much information in the back alleys──, I walk the streets with that excuse in mind.
I never thought that I would have so much of a problem with information collecting.
Since Ferris De Hoban a noble with a city named after his family, it was likely that the remaining two people were lords with their own cities named after them.
If that’s the case, then I simply had to search for cities with the names of Barishimon and Lanbaltic.
The easiest way to find this information would be to speak some merchants, as it’s a requirement of their trade to be knowledgeable on that sort of things.
With that in mind, I retrace the path leading to the inn since it was a good place to start
I turned the last corner and came upon the row of stalls that lined the third district wall.
A lot of the stalls had been offering a variety of different fruits and vegetables, causing Ponta to wag her tail rapidly on top of my head.
“Kyun!”
Ponta started to fidget even more when we walked by a certain stall.
An old man was selling some dried berries by weight at the stall. The bitter-sweet smell coming from the barrel full of berries seemed to have greatly stimulated Ponta’s nose.
“Old man, two cups of berries, please. Put them in there……”
I reached inside by luggage bag and handed the old man a small leather pouch.
“Yes. Anytime, Knight-sama.”
Although rather slowly, the old man scooped the dried berries into the pouch I handed him.
“Oh yeah, Old man. I have a question. Do you know where the Lanbaltic or Barishimon territories are in relation to this city.”
When I asked the old man that question he tilted his head a little before nodding his head like he remembered something.
“Oh, I know where Lanbaltic is. You take the highway out of the west gate to reach the port city of Lanbaltic.”
“Hoo? To the west. How far away is it?”
The old man folds his arms and furrowed his brow as he looked up at the sky.