There are two kinds of roads to walk in the mountains, one is the mountain road, the other is the tunnel, the mountain road is a little shorter and there are trees to cover it, it is very cool in the summer, and the high ones are not enough, and there is often not much shelter.

A road around the mountain without much shade is often very hot when the sun is out, especially when there are no clouds to cover it, and the skin will always feel a burning sensation, like a fire burning on one's body, and only when people hide under a tree or find some other shady place, people will feel more comfortable.

As for the tunnel, just like the one Albert is walking now, the temperature in this place is not much higher all year round, and the tunnel in front of him, it is not an ordinary small tunnel—————— its main structure road is thousands of kilometers long.

The construction of this man-made tunnel is said to have taken more than two years before and after, a combination of magic and manual work.

It allows the duo to reach the next city in a straight line without detours, directly through this small mountain range, which compresses what might have taken half a day or a day or two into just a few minutes, perfect for the purpose of design.

The further they went, the dimmer the light became, they walked a few more steps along the slightly curved tunnel, but a few tens of meters, they needed to turn on the eye magic blessing to see the road under their feet and the scenery in front of them, the entire tunnel, there was no light, only pitch black, but they didn't feel that there was no light, at most, it was just that they needed to see clearly when walking, so as not to step on something, Cecilia's eyes began to reflect green light in the darkness, she didn't bother to use the blessing, those eyes were enough.

For her, the darkness not only does not make her feel frightened, but has a sense of intimacy, which makes her more energetic, and the only difference between day and night in her eyes is the color, the day is rich, the night is monotonous, and everything else is exactly the same.

Then they saw a few shoulder-to-shoulder men passing through the fork in the tunnel, and heard a little noise, no, no, no, no, it can't be called a fork, it would be more appropriate to call it another tunnel in the middle that overlaps their current tunnel, and these people who are shuttling through the tunnel, their homes are usually not too far from the tunnel, just at the entrance and exit of the tunnel.

There must have been some small and large villages, and these people seemed to think that the tunnel, which grew wider and wider further in, was a small bazaar, so they heard sounds that seemed to be bargaining.

"If I'm not mistaken. Albert turned his head and said, "There seems to be an Ottran immigrant colony around here?"

He had heard about it in a newspaper he had bought in the last city and had seen it in some books, and in books about the life of foreign immigrants in Avaranga, where a group of Outlanders had chosen to live after changing their nationality, and in that report and in that book, the writer wrote with enthusiasm about their way of life and some of the folk customs that had been brought with them, and whether they were satisfied with their present life.

In the last 100 years, there have been quite a lot of immigrants from abroad.

Their purpose for setting foot on this land is also very different, and to sum it up, it is almost the following:

The power of magic, the extension of life, the stability of life, being persuaded by the family, relatives and friends here to bring in, the above are the four main reasons for immigration, compared to foreign countries, Avaranga is a good place, very good place, that is why the country has enacted the Immigration Act and a series of related decrees, a lot of chaos should really be dealt with.

Every year, the port area has to repatriate a large number of smugglers, wasting a lot of manpower and material resources, and these smugglers are willing to ask for a nationality certificate at a sky-high price, because as long as they become citizens of the country, the life extension of the cultivator and the profession is basically a certain future.

As long as three years, the average life expectancy of ordinary people in other parts of the world is thirty or forty years old, fifty or sixty years old, and the average life expectancy of a professional is 145 years old, and the hope of immortality is close at hand, and the extraordinary opportunity is in the hands, and it is a miracle that smuggling can be stopped, although it is like that in the eyes of domestic people, they are all used to it, and if you want to compare, this is the difference between universal education and elite education: one is that you can only practice if you meet the requirements and are very strict, and the other is that everyone can learn, and you don't want to learn the kind that the teacher forces you to learn。

However, it is not clear what can be achieved by practicing according to those complicated and cumbersome practices in foreign countries, anyway, those merchants who come to Avaranga are either ordinary people, or their strength is in the middle of the ring, according to those people, there are more "advanced" practices, but that is not something they can touch.

It stands to reason that after being in contact with Avaranga for so long, the practice method cannot be hidden under the popularization of the whole people, at least the civilian practice law cannot be hidden, which makes him a little curious, and the last conversation only knows that there is such a grotesque law as "licensed practice" in the world, and what is even stranger is that they are accustomed to it.

In short, this is why the state has become more and more strict in dealing with false certificates, but the ultra-high profits still make many people take risks.

It's useless to fight to the death, and those people don't even want their lives for money: make a few more batches of documents for dozens of stowaways in each batch, and they just lie at home and count the money and do nothing, and they will have a settlement for the rest of their lives.

As for those stowaways, those who have no talent in their own country and cannot practice, who are old and eager to prolong their lives, or who cannot be reached for various reasons, as long as they have money, they don't mind giving it a try, as for those who don't have money, they have more than rich people, they have no money to exchange their strength, work in a black factory, the factory owner matches them to find a guarantor, if they are lucky, they can stay, if they are unlucky, they will be sent away, many people don't mind seeing how lucky they are, it is destined to be a protracted war.

Avaranga is a well-deserved outlier internationally.

"What is this?" he asked, pointing to an ancient monster that looked like a sea urchin on a stall, "What is this?"

"It should be... Thorn Dragon's Tongue?" Cecilia looked at it very carefully for more than ten seconds, and finally found something from the depths of her memory, which was a little too old for her, "I only remember a little, a northern specialty, the flesh of the flesh seems to be delicious when peeled off with a layer of black and hard spikes like sea urchins, and I have forgotten what it tastes like." "Then, boss, come me... Eight. ”

The owner of this stall is an old man in the first ring, and his talent for cultivation seems to be not bad, but unfortunately he practiced too late, and he can only stop at the current level, just with the strength of the [energy circulation system] he perceives, it is definitely a certainty to practice to the second ring at a young age.

"Sixteen copper coins, or twenty universal bills. The voice was hoarse, but full of neutrality, "Do you have room to carry?" ”

The entrance to the space opened, and she picked up eight thorn dragon tongues that she smelled good and went in, handing over the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, Albert handed her one and held one in his hand.

The invisible force crushed the hard spiked shell into a powder and drifted away in the wind, turning into dust in the flameless heat, revealing the flesh inside, he took a bite of it, the taste was a little strange, if you want to compare it, it was very soft, it was a little too soft, like jelly, it could be sucked directly into the mouth, it tasted good, it tasted a bit like a lychee, and a bit like an orange, then he thought about it, let go of his hand, the flesh was stirred in mid-air, and the seed hidden in the center was put into the space by him, and then he took out the straw.

Then he put his hand in his pocket, and watched the people shop, tilting his head to take a sip of the straw from time to time, and she looked at him and did the same.

"Hah, that's what it tastes like. She smiled, "I ate it when I was a child, and I finally remembered it." "I still have it here, do you want to eat?"

"Eat!"