Chapter 126: Third Block

The four gods walked in the alley.

At first, they thought that the floor tiles in the alley were wooden planks.

But when they saw that the coolies were carrying twenty or thirty kilograms of things, and the floor tiles did not collapse or dent in any way, then they realized that these planks were actually thick wooden bricks.

The wooden bricks were cut into neat shapes and then laid on these paths.

They hadn't noticed it before, but now they remembered that all the alleys were not just opened casually, but all the alleys were the same size, width, length and thickness of wooden bricks.

This is the most perfect and well-proportioned city built by obsessive-compulsive disorder!

The gods admired the beauty of the details a little, and continued on to the third street.

Fourth Street was uninterested, and even missed something they should have known.

In the current eighteenth floor of the "safe house", there is the entire dungeon, or Orari, or the world, the largest and most complex arsenal, orcs, dwarves, elves, humans, small people and other workers here to process and produce a large number of armor, weapons, arrows, arrow shafts, in fact, there is not only the material trade of the dungeon, but even the whole world of weapons trade.

How could Kailar not take advantage of such a vast network of merchants?

Where is the export of raw materials, there is a high profit from the export of goods.

Olali itself is the world's top weapon-making craft city, and after the eighteenth floor of Olarie's population poured in, these craftsmen were naturally gathered and began to improve their craftsmanship and form factories.

On the eighteenth floor, they themselves have a steady supply of raw materials, and as for the supply of charcoal, charcoal, and coal, they can do whatever they want, and it is precisely because of this that an assembly line has been formed here, and after the industrialization of the system, the armor and weapons here are all impacting the order of the entire world.

No one realizes it.

The aristocracy had already started to enjoy these benefits in advance.

Merchants transported these armors, and the armor here was delicate and beautiful, cheap and atmospheric, and could be supplied to the nobles in batches.

The nobles only needed some money to buy a large number of weapons and armor, they could easily arm their knights, they could easily arm thousands of farmers, and they could easily start a war that they could not start in the first place.

Kellar is silently, imperceptibly, destroying the original order.

The grain here can be cooked three times a year, the coal and iron here are inexhaustible, and there are countless adventurers here.

The whole safe house is like a huge, safe factory, a perfect shelter, and no one knows what is changing here.

No, perhaps, the merchants know.

But they closed their mouths and quietly opened their lips, they were accomplices, they were accomplices, they would not say anything.

Perhaps the nobles knew.

But the nobles got cheap food, cheap armor, cheap weapons, and they could use these things to fight, fight, and gain more territory.

For the people of this era, the land is everything, the territory is everything, and they no longer have any excuse not to go to war.

The war is no harm to Kailar or to the merchants, the displaced people will yearn for the eighteenth floor more, and the merchants will send more people to the eighteenth floor, as for the labor pains, there are indeed labor pains.

But this labor pain can be endured and endured.

Kailar is a sage, not a virgin, he doesn't have that power to save everyone, he can only save most people.

As for the others who died and died in the process of saving most people, they can only endure the pain.

It was inevitable, and Khalar had seen such terrible sights before, even more terrible than they were now.

It was a terrible sight of more than eight billion people dying to the point of a few million, so much so that any sacrifice and effort now would be rewarded in the long run, then Kylar could give them away without blinking.

No one is unsacrificeable.

Including himself.

So as long as it's beneficial, Kaylar will do it.

He's done enough in a year to do a lot of things.

Including where these gods came from, why these gods came, and what is the origin of this dungeon.

In order to prevent other people's "acting skills" from being insufficient, Kaylal did not say anything to anyone.

He just silently made all the preparations, preparing for that moment to come.

The four gods were unconscious, and only came to the third block.

The third block is bustling.

It was the seat of the aristocracy.

Although there are no explicit rules, where are the nobles, where are the merchants, where are the adventurers, where are the workers.

But judging from the pattern and decoration style of the entire urban design, everyone already knows it.

It's not something that needs to be spoken.

For example, the decoration style and shops of the entire third block are completely different from those of the other neighborhoods.

If you want to talk about the most intuitive feeling, then I am afraid that the entire street is full of street lamps made of magic crystals that work all night, and not only on the main road, but also in the alleys on both sides There are this kind of magic crystals every ten steps.

There are planks and numbers underneath these magic crystals, third street, second lane, and fifth room, and the nobles can easily find their own houses according to these - and the nobles usually pack a whole house, or even a larger house, several nights, or even a dozen nights are trivial, and they often charter two or three rooms for their servants, so that their servants can serve them nearby.

It is precisely because of this that these bold and generous aristocrats supported this prosperous street.

And only they can hold it up.

Merchants can't do it, and businessmen are aggressive and calculating for the sake of profit, and they are by no means characters who are willing to spend large sums of money - except that big businessmen need cards.

But the aristocracy, even the smallest nobles, will be very generous when they come to this city to show their status and nobility.

The safe house people gave them a name to call the unjust bosses: Scattering Coins.

However, thanks to this group of coins, the luxury of Third Street is almost the highest in the entire eighteenth floor, so the four gods immediately liked it.

And the whole street, in addition to what should be, what should not be there also takes root here.

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The second is a little more difficult to give birth, and I have to take the car home tomorrow.

Zhuhai is waiting for me.