The place where the Botswana tribe once lived had now transformed into something resembling a city.

    The mud houses were haphazardly clustered together, and the livestock, which used to be tied near the houses, now had separate stables built on the outskirts of the village.

    Some people were even wearing clothes just like those worn in the Toscanian Empire...

    “It looks really good.”@@@@

    “Chief Malik, how have you been all this time?”

    “Didn’t we just see each other two and a half months ago? I’ve been doing well. By the way, does this outfit look good on me?”

    Malik was wearing an aristocratic ceremonial outfit, something typically worn for special occasions.

    It was a very rare and precious piece of clothing, the kind a count would wear.

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