Chapter 404 Witchcraft (Ask for a Monthly Ticket!)

Gladstone.

Coming out of the dock area, you can see a track built leading directly to the huge walled city not far away.

"It gives people the feeling...the military pressure in the colony here is very high."

Aaron raised his hand to shield him from the fierce sunlight.

After seeing the situation on the street clearly, a sense of the times of the old and the new is coming.

Blonde, blue-eyed gentleman in tuxedo and bowler hat, lady in dress...

A native with brown skin, a headdress made of strong colored feathers, and very little cloth on his body...

A black slave with dark skin, white paint on his face, and various strange patterns on his body...

There are also mixed-race guards with darker facial features and fusion features, wearing red uniforms and white trousers...

Foolish old wizards sell all kinds of magic potions on the streets.

The railways are criss-crossing, and the steam locomotives emit billowing white smoke, constantly pulling goods from the pier.

Backwardness and ignorance, mystery and science, barbarism and capital...are organically integrated together, making Aaron feel in a trance that he has come to the concession of the old age in the previous life.

He glanced at the skinny-eyed old wizard, and secretly began to think:

‘Southern Indonesia has a unique style of mysterious heritage, using feathers, gems, and bones as materials to perform magical effects... Their beliefs are also very chaotic, with various natural spirits, totems, evil gods... all kinds of things, everything you expect to find. '

‘The main language here is voodoo, at least the local Extraordinary and the high-ranking aborigines know it well. As for the native languages ​​of various states, there are at least hundreds of them. It would be a waste of time to learn them one by one. '

Walking on the streets that were not clean and tidy, because of Aaron's elegant attire, he attracted a lot of awe-inspiring eyes.

And, he did see some bold native girls looking at him curiously, but definitely not winking or anything like that.

It's just that the fabric on their bodies is very little, which can easily lead to misunderstanding, or...crime!

"It seems that the first thing I need to do is to find a place to settle down."

"If you want to do this, you must first find a well-informed place."

Aaron thought about it, found a bar on the street, and walked in.

The bar has a thatched roof, and the door is one of those short, cowboy-style doors from which you can see inside.

It was daytime and there were not many people in the bar.

As soon as Aaron entered it, he attracted a lot of attention, but he didn't care, and went directly to the bar.

Behind the bar is a vigorous Caucasian male bartender. He looks like he is in his fifties or sixties. His face is full of weather-beaten vicissitudes. Every wrinkle and scar seems to embody the wisdom of life.

He glanced at Aaron up and down: "There is a big ship docking in the dock area today, newcomer?"

Aaron sat down on the high stool at the bar and nodded in affirmation: "Give me something to drink."

"Hey... Newcomer, the first cup of Old Martin is here, this is the local Wagschche!"

Old Martin quickly mixed a glass of sparkling wine for Aaron. In the transparent glass, there were colorful fruit pulp and ice cubes, which looked quite rich.

"Thanks."

Aaron took a sip, feeling sour and sweet, very refreshing, especially as if it seemed to sweep away the heat of the sun outside.

He put down the wine glass and threw a silver shilling: "Tell me what I need to pay attention to here?"

Old Martin picked up the silver shilling and whistled: "Guest, you should not be those desperate exiles or adventurers. You don't need to do that kind of dangerous thing. As long as we are within the radiation area of ​​the castle, we are the best! Even serfs and criminals with the lowest status in the country are higher than those natives here."

He smiled maliciously, showing his yellow and black teeth: "You can do anything to the natives, remember, anything! No matter what happens, the colonial governor and the army will always stand by our side Yes, we are 'our own people'!"

"It sounds like an adventurer's paradise." Aaron said noncommittally: "What about outside? I heard that there are many guys who made a fortune in Tubang."

"Haha... Of course there are those who make a fortune. As long as you can transport things to the depths of the mainland and find those tribes hidden in the tropical rainforest, they will lack everything! A box of matches can be exchanged for a piece of dog's head gold! But... there There are also many cannibals, wild beasts, plagues, monsters, curses, relics... behind every successful gold digger, there are countless bones buried." Old Martin explained with a sigh.

"I'm not afraid of this. I have a gun and some good abilities..." Aaron deliberately showed confidence.

"Oh? It looks like...you are a mysterious person?" Old Martin wiped his wine glass without any surprise. Obviously, Extraordinary people here are no big deal.

"Very good... It seems that this is indeed a good place to study occultism." Aaron nodded, seemingly very satisfied: "Do you know of any occultism market nearby? I can bid for this information!"

"No, you go to Lucy Street, where many shops are related to mystery... and wait until certain festivals, those 'wizards' among the aborigines will also hold regular gatherings outside the city walls... But, be careful of them, Their 'witchcraft' is more secretive and more dangerous!" Old Martin warned.

"Oh? What can those wizards do?" Aaron became interested and asked casually.

"They can use herbs and insects to tinker with all kinds of secret medicines with strange effects... and even feed warriors who are not afraid of pain and have infinite strength..."

"They can enslave souls and cast curses..."

"They can revive the dead and turn them into mindless 'resurrected corpses'..."

"They can even communicate with evil totems and natural spirits, and perform large-scale destructive witchcraft..."

Old Martin warned earnestly: "Don't think that there are no strong people among the natives, otherwise they can't stop us for so long just based on geography."

''Red' and 'Ming'...'

Aaron's heart moved: "Perhaps there is a 'secret'... After all... According to Motura's information, that Si Sui will focus on South Indonesia. '

"Apart from that, I need a temporary place to live that is safe, clean and quiet...I like an environment where I won't be disturbed."

Aaron flipped his fingertips, and the brilliance of a gold pound flowed.

Old Martin's throat rolled, and his eyes became a little straight: "Moonlight Hotel must meet your needs, and I will let someone take you there!"

He whistled, and a barefoot, brown-skinned boy with cloth strips hanging only around his waist ran in from the door.

"Arnie... I usually call him Arnie!" Old Martin explained to Aaron, and then turned his head: "Take this guest to the Moonlight Hotel! This copper penny is yours!"

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