Chapter 318

The three carriages with the Cecil family insignia were driving on the streets of the royal capital. In the carriage, the witch Jibry opened the cover on the window, looking curiously but cautiously. city.

She was born and raised in the poor and backward southern region. Until she met "Big Sister" Amber, her whole world was made up of dark and dirty gutter corners, low and dilapidated slum streets and rancid smelly garbage in small towns. Heaps, but like most Ansu, she also had the chance to hear stories about the great king's capital—from the occasional passing bard, the rhetorical adventurer, the sly and vigilant merchant , She has sketched the imagined appearance of the city, she has imagined the tall and majestic city walls, magnificent churches, magnificent noble mansions, and the "Silver Castle" covered with silver foil where His Majesty lives. ".

In those days when she was a liar and a witch, she knew that it was impossible to visit the capital with her status and ability, not to mention visiting the capital, she might even dare to step into a bigger city. Will be caught and whipped by the lord, but fate is so strange sometimes - a phrase she used to use to fool adventurers when she was wearing a hood and a divination deck, but this time she wanted to Tell yourself—under the wonderful arrangement of fate, she has become a decent person, a person loyal to the great nobles, and this royal capital, which used to exist only in imagination, is now in front of her eyes.

It is indeed as majestic and magnificent as the bards and adventurers say.

But it was old and dirty everywhere.

Jibrley frowned, seeing the filth on both sides of the streets of the capital city, and the dilapidated poor streets and alleys inside the tall city walls. Along the way, she still saw poor people in ragged clothes and "untouchables" driven by soldiers. She felt that her beautiful imagination of the royal capital had collapsed a little bit.

This is indeed a magnificent ancient capital. In terms of its heritage and scale, it is worthy of Anzuzhi, but Jibrley now prefers the clean and tidy streets and well-ordered urban areas of Cecil Land, and prefers the vibrant and vibrant places there. people and officials who abide by the law.

But she kept in mind the tasks she received before leaving, so all emotional changes were well hidden by her. With an elegant and decent smile, she put down the cover of the carriage and turned to look at the seated The young arcanist opposite him: "Mr. Santis, shall we go directly to the mansion of the Duke?"

Santis was a little upset.

After hesitating for a moment, he still said, "I want to... go home first."

Then he hurriedly added: "Of course, the Duke's mission is more important. If you think it's not right, we'll go to No. 4 Crown Street first..."

"No need to be so restrained, Mr. Santis," the witch Jipley smiled, like a real apprentice wizard from a small noble or wealthy merchant family, "according to the Duke's order, you are the leader of this operation. , Pierce and I will only give you the necessary advice and assistance. You just need to act according to what you think is reasonable."

"Okay...Okay," Santis nodded a little unaccustomedly, and looked away with a little guilty conscience, trying not to be so charming with the man on the opposite side with a long linen hair, a long black dress, and a beautiful face. The "Witch" looked at each other, "Then let's go to Cross Street first. By the way, the remaining two carriages can go to No. 4 Crown Street first, and don't need to follow together - Cross Street is very narrow."

The tall and thin man sitting next to him heard the words and interjected: "Mr. Santis, if our carriage can enter Cross Street, then the other two can certainly also, I suggest that two accompanying carriages follow - you are in It's a gesture to be as high-profile as possible when you go home."

Santis froze for a moment, then nodded: "Ah, okay, Mr. Pierce."

"Fast Legs" Pierce, who served as the guard, knocked on the wooden board at the front of the carriage and shouted to the driving guide sitting outside: "Cross Street!"

The three carriages turned a corner in the street and turned towards the civilian area of ​​the royal capital.

Santis felt that his heart was "floating" in the process, and a feeling of nowhere was entangled in him. He took a few deep breaths, and then a cold air mixed with a strong fishy smell penetrated into his nostrils. : The carriage is passing through Sturgeon Street, and the fishy smell here can even overwhelm the stench of the feces on the corner of the street.

Even in winter, the rotten stench lingered on every brick in the street and was disgusting.

He couldn't help but open the window cover and look at the street scene outside.

A familiar street scene came into his eyes.

Low, messy and crowded dwellings are piled up under the city walls like layers of moss. Due to the cold weather, there are only a few vendors on the street, and there are few pedestrians, and a few faces are occasionally seen. All are full of numbness, and those numb people are shaking like walking dead in the streets, it seems that the cold winter and the malnutrition diet have made these people lose all expression changes, but they also have a time when they suddenly "live" ——When the carriage with the nobility insignia drove through the street, these numb-looking poor people almost immediately fell to the ground, their foreheads pressed to the ground, and their reactions were so fast that it was as if it was their relationship with them. Innate instinct is normal.

Santis frowned slightly, and at this moment the carriage had passed the short Sturgeon Street and entered the slightly better "Cross Street".

Cross Street is a place where middle-class "citizens" live. People with a little status and wealth will live here. Compared with Sturgeon Street, which is a poor neighborhood, the houses here are obviously taller, and those walking on the road are also obviously taller. Be more spiritual.

They don't have to crawl on the ground immediately when they see the noble carriage, but they must also immediately hide on both sides of the street, and bend their waists to absolutely below the height of the carriage windows - the commoners must do this, this is to prevent them from using dirty Dirty eyes stared at the nobleman who might be peering out of the car window.

Only in the higher, baptized neighborhoods of wealthy citizens, the "respectable people" who have been blessed by the church need not do this, they only have to stand on both sides of the street and bow their heads.

In the capital, there are naturally more rules than those in the wild places on the border.

Santis, who was born in Cross Street and was promoted to the second-level arcanist, is the "most promising child" in this block. His mage level is also the highest achievement that people living in this area can achieve so far. In the past, even if No matter how unsatisfactory Santis was in the Mage Society, no matter how he was excluded, he returned to the block with pride, but now, seeing the neighbors who bowed their heads deeply on both sides of the street, he felt in his heart. But only a bout of annoyance.

Nothing has changed here, just the same as when he left.

Last year's Cross Street was like this, it was like this ten years ago, and it was the same thing a hundred years ago!

But in Cecil Land, a year is enough to build a city, enough for a group of illiterate children to learn to write the names of their parents and their families, enough to fight back those monsters from the Gondor wasteland twice!

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