Chapter 773 Civilization on the Continent

Carrying the sea chart, he flew over islands of all sizes and crossed the blue sea.

Helfas returned to the mainland.

The first country he arrived at was called Zitik, which means the country of cast iron.

Zitik was a powerful country on the eastern coast. It had several cities, a very large area, and a high level of civilization. Helfas roughly estimated that the population should be more than 200,000.

It is said that their ancestors were blacksmiths in the Black Iron City, which should not be false, because their flag and royal emblem were a tree burning with flames.

When docking.

Helfas looked at the flag on the port on the ship and felt that the tree on the flag was very familiar.

But in his eyes, the more he looked at it, the more he felt it was a snarling insect.

"Two-phase magic insect?"

However, when Helfas asked about his mask in the past in the city, the legendary two-phase magic insect face in everyone's mouth was said to have been lost long ago.

At least after the Bronze Age, no one has heard of that mask again.

Helfas guessed that maybe because no one remembered its real name, it had long since turned back into a weird form, and now it is somewhere returning to its former free and unrestrained life?

Therefore, when walking on the road next time, Helfas occasionally looked into the distance, wondering if he would encounter it by chance.

Unfortunately.

He didn't encounter it.

However, although the face of the two-phase demon worm was gone, the casting technique of black iron was not lost, but was passed down from generation to generation from the Black Iron and Bronze Ages.

It is said that a black iron dragon in the Bronze Age told the blacksmiths the secret of the metal black iron, and shared the composition ratio and casting method of this alloy with ordinary people. Later, the blacksmiths improved the casting process, and at the same time used the high temperature released by other weirdness to smelt and cast black iron.

For example, the Ztik Kingdom was able to produce excellent black iron artifacts and was famous for it.

Its royal guards controlled the corps, which was equipped with a large number of black iron weapons.

Go deep into the continent.

This is still not the land of the full moon, and it is still some distance away from the realm he is familiar with.

Helfas went all the way to the capital of the Zitik Kingdom, the Blacksmith City, to see what this prosperous city that other people talked about was like.

Along the way, he gave up flying and calmed down to see the world nearly nine hundred years later.

The road was still mostly forest, but compared with the world before, it was completely different.

Helfas still remembered that he had walked on the land for several months without seeing a single person. There was nothing else except loneliness and danger.

At least there were roads here, and there were still traces of people and cars passing by on the road.

He occasionally encountered some active monsters on the road.

But those very dangerous and extremely powerful monsters were not encountered. They should have been expelled from this area or sealed up.

Although he just passed by, it did not mean that he understood all the situations.

But at least this means that those dangerous monsters are not very dense in this area.

Every time you walk a certain distance, you will encounter a village, and its iconic features are also very obvious.

It is the oil bread farmland.

It can be recognized at a glance, just like Helfas's black hair.

Helfas has roughly figured out the names and divisions of the areas under the rule of various countries. The tribe is no longer the main unit. The self-proclaimed civilized countries even regard the tribe as a symbol of barbarism, although they came from the tribe.

The existence of tribes has certainly not disappeared, but it is no longer the mainstream in the Land of the Full Moon and its civilization radiation range.

The existence of villages will slowly replace it.

Just as a place with oil and bread farmland can be called a village, a place with a bronze statue of the Bronze Dragon King is naturally a city.

Whenever Helfas arrives near a village, he will carefully observe and look at the life in the village.

What you see.

The houses in the villages of the Zitik Kingdom are basically made of wood.

This is different from the situation in the Kingdom of Basai, where the buildings are all earth and stone structures, and the style and form are completely different.

The houses of the villagers are certainly not good. Most of the houses are simply surrounded by wooden stakes, covered with branches, and surrounded by a fenced yard outside.

Helfas recalled what he saw on Basai Island, and felt that the two were like two civilizations.

"Why is this so?"

"They all came here from the Land of the Full Moon, and they have been separated for less than two hundred years. Is there such a big difference in the architecture and style between the two?"

He looked around, and what he saw was a jungle that stretched from the sky to the ground.

He seemed to have found the reason.

Because the wood resources here are extremely abundant and easy to obtain.

On Basai Island, resources are scarce, and wood is relatively precious, so they choose earth and stone structures, which are also more durable.

"Civilization has changed this land, and it has also been changed by the environment on the land."

This discovery made Helfas feel very interesting, and he was more keen to observe everything around him.

Every time he went to a place, he saw something different from what he had found before, which made him feel happy.

As he walked, Helfas came to a special place.

It was a place without city walls but with a population of 1,000 people, and it looked very prosperous and lively. Even the buildings became exquisite and tall, and the atmosphere of civilization was even stronger.

"Weaving Town."

In addition to the city and the village, another unit gradually emerged between the two.

It was called a town.

The division of a town was somewhat different from that of a village. It also had oil, bread and farmland, and it was usually plural.

It was the scene that Helfas saw now, where a large area of ​​farmland was connected into one piece, completely wrapping the town.

But in addition to this.

It usually controls seals that can be used in workshop production and can produce a variety of goods.

For a country, the number of towns is generally not too many, and they are extremely important.

At the same time, they are also the predecessors of a city.

Helfas watched several peak-backed dragon beasts pulling wooden carts to leave the town. The crowded and narrow road could not allow the two to run side by side.

He made way and stood by the roadside waiting for a long time.

He saw that the goods on the frame should be cloth, but the texture looked soft and delicate, and the patterns on it were bright and colorful, completely different from what ordinary people wear.

Then.

He entered the weaving town.

After asking around, Helfas finally knew what the town had a sealed item besides the oil bread farmer's hat.

"Silkworm?"

"These cloths are all spit out by those worms, so that's how it is."

Hearing about the ability of this worm, Helfas was even more surprised.

"They eat sand, and then spit out silk for weaving?"

"No wonder your town is so rich, doesn't it mean that you can turn sand into wealth continuously."

In a sense, this can be called the art of turning stone into gold, a worm that can eat sand and spit out cloth silk.

The weaving history of the dragon people can be traced back thousands of years ago.

Before Helfas came to this land, the dragon people had already collected the hair of velvet dragon beasts by breeding them for weaving, and the weaving tribes of the past had been passed down for many years.

After Helfas appeared in the full moon land and brought the seal to this world.

There are two more main ways to make cloth, and their importance even surpasses the ancient breeding of velvet dragon beasts and weaving technology.

One of them Helfas had seen on Basai Island. They would plant a plant similar to the oil bread tree with a strange shape, called the cocoon tree. The demon hunters on the island controlled it through a seal that was somewhat similar to the style of a straw raincoat.

Cocoons will form on the tree, and the cocoons can be collected to weave cloth, but this tree must be successfully planted and cocooned through a mysterious grafting method. This method is a secret on the island.

The final cloth produced is very rough and not warm.

However, the output of the cocoon tree is very high and very stable.

For Basai Island, which is particularly short of land resources, this method is very suitable for them.

The seal of the Weaving Town is made of a strange seal called a silkworm. This strangeness can even be traced back to the last era. No one thought that they still exist today.

The cloth made from the silk thread spit out by the silkworm is exquisite. Although the output is not high, the value is extremely high. This kind of cloth cannot even be pierced by swords. It is specially supplied to the royal nobles and bigwigs.

Hearing Helfas's sigh, the townspeople replied.

"How can it be that simple!"

"The silkworm is very difficult to cultivate, and the amount of silk it spits out is not much. Although it will not be raised to death, it will not spit silk at any time or the silk it spits out is very hard and completely unusable."

"The demon hunters in our town have cultivated it for generations before they finally understand its habits and can make it produce stably. Even so, they still can't weave much cloth."

At this point, the townspeople are a little proud.

"But even if it's His Majesty, the cloth he wears is from our town."

"The cloth made from the silk spit out by the silkworm is called dragon weaving. You should have heard of it."

Herfas: "Why is it called dragon weaving?"

Townsman: "I heard that when dragons become gods, they wear this kind of cloth because it is strong and not easily damaged."

"You know, dragons are very strong, and they often sleep for several years or decades. Their clothes are of course different from those of mortals."

Herfas became interested. He also wanted to buy a set of such clothes. He had spent a lot of money to buy clothes in the weaving tribe a long time ago.

But when it comes to this, the townspeople looked at the man in front of them curiously.

"Why is your hair this color? I've never seen it before!"

"You are not from our country, right?"

Herfas was silent for a while, and finally could only nod.

"Yes, I came from a very far place."

He walked into the town, but there were still people pointing at Heerfas.

"Look at that person."

"The hair color is weird, and the eyeballs are weird too."

"Don't look at it blindly, it's a dragon."

"Dragon?"

"Is it the dragon in the capital?"

"That shouldn't be the case, I heard the dragon in the capital is going to die?"

"Nonsense, dragons don't die, they just enter reincarnation."

At first, people on the road might just notice the abnormality of Helfas's hair and pupils.

But soon someone followed this discovery and found the abnormality in the other party's body shape, and recognized the divine form of Helfas.

The people who recognized him showed fear and awe, but some children were not afraid and chased after Helfas.

But he didn't follow him for a few steps, and the other party disappeared.

Helfas bought a set of dragon woven clothes in the market, which was divided into two sets, inner and outer, and it really felt very close and soft.

This is a long-sleeved open-fronted white robe with simple and repeated patterns on both sides of the open-fronted. According to the merchant who sold it, people in the Dragon Palace wore it like this.

In the inn in the town, he looked at a bronze mirror.

At this moment, he thought of the merchant's words again.

"People always need to rely on others to survive, and at that time we all hope to be able to dress more beautifully."

Whether the style of the clothes is complicated and diverse, and whether the fabric is good.

It seems that it can also be seen whether a civilization is prosperous.

At this moment, he did see from this point that the people of this era far surpassed his era from this point, which made him feel happy, and later generations should surpass their predecessors.

His mood was no longer depressed and gloomy, and he suddenly felt that the world was like a treasure.

And he was like a treasure hunter, constantly exploring new treasures in it.

But he only wore it once in the room, then took off the outer robe and folded it up, and put on the cloak again to cover the secret of his divine form.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he frowned slightly.

"It's still very obvious."

Even if the cloak was used to cover the body, even if it was impossible to directly see whether there was a tail, through the walking posture and some subtle features, it can be vaguely seen that Helfas was not a dragon man.

Not to mention the obvious features of his hair, several eye-catching things together, almost every time he went to a crowd, he would attract attention.

This brought a lot of trouble to Helfas.

Because Helfas understood that the identity of the Black Iron Dragon King might not bring him great influence and authority, but might be great trouble and crisis.

Just as he said, his time has passed too far.

People can accept a deified Black Iron Dragon King.

However, they may not be able to accept a living Helfas.

More importantly, he is called the Black Iron Dragon King, but he is not a dragon at all, let alone the strength of a dragon king.

Although he has all kinds of strange things, he still remembers how fragile this body is compared to those strange things.

Helfas put on a hood to cover his hair.

"Before entering the capital, we must find a way to solve this problem."

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The market in the weaving town is crowded with people.

This town can manufacture and produce dragon weaving, but in addition, ordinary woolen cloth is also produced in large quantities. Nearly a thousand people live here, and a large number of caravans come and go here, which naturally becomes a trading center nearby.

There are all kinds of things for sale in the market. Helfas asked around and finally came to a place selling dyes.

Various fabrics are produced and sold here. Naturally, a large number of dyes and workers are needed to dye the cloth, forming a series of supporting industries and workshops of all sizes.

Even many villagers in the surrounding villages rely on this for their livelihood.

With the rise of dyeing and dyes, dyes have become more complicated.

At first, dyes were only used for dyeing cloth, but later they were continuously studied and formulated. A group of people accidentally made a drug that was not suitable for dyeing cloth, but more suitable for dyeing hair.

Such things are very popular in some big cities.

Some people like beauty, and some people are unwilling to admit aging. This special drug is naturally used and a market has been opened up.

It is said that there was once a king who used this drug to dye his hair and beard into copper in order to keep himself young, making himself look younger and more heroic.

Helfas got the hair dye and asked the other party: "Is this useful?"

The man looked at Helfas curiously: "Of course it is useful. The dignitaries in big cities have used it, and those nobles have been ordering my drugs for a long time."

Helfas took back the hair dye and slowly applied it to his dark hair in front of the mirror.

He was too lazy to dye his beard, so he shaved it clean with a sharp iron scraper.

In fact, Helfas also thought about using Zi's power to modify the characteristics of his hair.

This is not a problem for Zi's powerful and special supernatural power. Not to mention just modifying the hair, even turning Helfas directly into another dragon man is possible.

But for some reason, he is somewhat repulsive to this kind of modification of the body.

It's okay for him to borrow that strange and powerful power, but if it really integrates into his body, it will make him feel a strong sense of crisis and panic.

He vaguely felt that he would pay a huge price for doing so.

After a long time, Helfas washed his hair and looked in front of the mirror.

"Is it done?"

Helfas looked at himself in the bronze mirror and couldn't help laughing.

The original black hair turned into a copper-red color, with a darker yellow and a reddish color, which was obviously the characteristics of the original Golden Tribe people.

This is also the characteristic of some people in the Ztik country. This is exactly the case, so Helfas came here and thought that they should be the descendants of the blacksmith official.

Just looking at myself in the mirror.

From the originally stable black, it suddenly turned into a somewhat exaggerated and frivolous copper red, which was really funny.

And to be honest, that face did not look like a dragon man from the Full Moon Land.

How to describe it?

Can you tell at a glance that he is from a foreign land?

Even if he was dyed copper red, it seemed difficult to be considered a Ztik.

But this is the only way to go. At least he will not be recognized as having problems wherever he goes and become the focus.

Helfas was ready and finally set off again.

He still did not choose to fly, but still used the way most people traveled. He got on a car to the Blacksmith City, the capital of the Ztik Kingdom.

This is a whole caravan, full of goods.

The last vehicle was pulling the dry leaf food for the caravan's pack animals, and it was as high as a hill. That was the position that Helfas paid for.

Helfas took off the hood of his cloak and sat on it. He was no longer hiding and felt much more relaxed.

He staggered towards the distance, and the dragon man driving in front of him occasionally chatted with Helfas through the tall dry leaf food mountain.

"What are you doing in the capital?"

Helfas leaned his hands behind his head and looked at the sky quietly.

"I heard that there is a dragon in the blacksmith official city, and it is a very rare black iron dragon in the legend."

"I want to go and see it."

The other party: "Why do you want to see the black iron dragon? It's not that easy to see, right?"

Helfas: "I want to see where they get the power to seal the weirdness."

Now, he is not the leader of the tribe, nor the king of black, and he doesn't have to fight against the weirdness.

He is just a traveler from the past, looking at the civilization and era he once wanted to create.