What would the city of blood and werewolves look like?

As soon as they stepped through the gates, they knew what it was like.

It seems very deserted, there are not many people in the street at all, the only few are werewolves, or the familiar five-story stone houses on the spacious road, the pedestrian crossing, the sunlight is partially blocked by the walled houses and trees, the heat is steaming, people want to find a shady place, and it is natural to feel bored.

In addition to the cold and quiet, at most you can hear the sound of insects in the streets, there are some things that are obviously different from other cities, that is, windows, a small one, at most the size of a human head, covered very tightly and a layer of black curtains of small glass windows seem to have not considered lighting from the beginning, making a window seems to be only due to the habit of traditional house construction and used to see the scenery outside the window, in fact, whether to call those things that are enough to be called small holes are the same, ventilation and the like, it is completely possible to rely only on dozens of small ventilation pipes that are specially designed to be diagonally downward in the wall, each hole is only half a wrist thick, but the ventilation is definitely enough。

In addition, as far as the two learned, there was a small lid behind each hole, usually a round lid attached to the wall with stone or iron nails, that is, the traditional design of the house belonging to the Bloodline, and the part that a non-castle Bloodline house must have.

The oblique downward design can ensure that the rain and snow will not leak in, and the lid is enough to ensure the sealing when the climate is cold, each cover is made of small rune locks, which sounds very high, in fact, it is no different from iron locks for wizards and warriors, it is not cumbersome to open them, wizards can sweep it with spiritual power, as for warriors, qi and blood power can easily carry out such a manipulation.

It would be easier for the Bloodlines to open the small openings—————— which were originally designed for them.

It's just that with this thing, the door is much less useful, and its effect is limited to allowing the Bloodclan to bring friends into the house and bring in things bought outside.

When you see this, you must wonder: since those small holes are so easy to open, they must not be burglar-proof, so what should we do if there are thieves? I can only tell you the reason for the social atmosphere, haven't we also had such an era here? Every house does not lock the door, and the neighbors casually visit each other's doors, although it was many years ago, of course, there are chickens and dogs in Avaranga, and there are unsightly things to be seen in the gutter, but on the whole, at least in the field of ordinary people, it can be regarded as a simple folk custom.

In short, the Bloods are more likely to drill these holes when they go out, and don't be too surprised when you see bats scurrying out of the holes in the house, it's just a Bloodline.

It's night, yes, it's night for the people here, and their routines are reversed, but a little more than a day apart, and the racial habits make day and night mean the opposite to the people.

Albert played with a copper coin in his hand, as if he didn't care from time to time glancing at Cecilia in front of him, and the latter, after losing the battle and recovering from a small injury, was still as usual, humming a little tune, heartless, and spinning in front of the stall that was only one after a long time, which made him chuckle meaninglessly, tossed the coin a few meters high, watched the coin fall into the entrance of the space, and then finally quickened his pace, walked to her side, and began to laugh, commenting on what he saw and heard.

Compared to the Bloodline houses with holes in the walls, the werewolf houses seem to be no different from ordinary people, and the fact is that they are also true, except for some werewolves whose doors have specially designed dog holes, it is really an ordinary hut that is no different from humans.

The dog hole is reserved for pets and children at home, cats and dogs can pass through here, and their own children, before the children grow to the beast form can not drill through, the hole can be used, because of its design requirements, it is much larger than the general dog hole, of course, the small door on this door can also be locked.

"I'm hungry, and the barbecue over there seems to be pretty good. "Okay, a few strings will do. ”

He greeted the orc boss, ordered food, and the two sat down on a small bench on the side of the road, and began to wait for the food to be served.

For the people here, it's night, it's natural, the stall is equivalent to selling supper, although there are not no people who come to take care of the business, but there are very few, like them, there is an orc waiting for the barbecue to be roasted, there is a very significant difference between the blood clan and the human, you can see it at a glance at the iconic pale skin, and the smell of the body, the body odor of the blood clan is very strange, usually it will be very light, and when you swallow the blood bottle, it will smell like blood for a short time, so they can clearly know that it is an orc.

The barbecue of this roadside stall in the middle of the alley is okay, the owner smeared some sauce on the barbecue, the taste is very fresh, the taste is spicy enough, and the meat on each iron skewer is definitely not picked, and then I will find another restaurant at lunchtime, which should be found, as two passers-by, they are not going to adapt to the completely upside-down schedule in the city, and they don't need to sleep in the first place, even if the schedule is messy, it is not a big deal.

The sun is still very strong, but the sun is blocked by the buildings, and in the small alleys, the wind is quite cool.

Albert looked at the well beside the road, many of these things were still preserved in the city, the water in the well moved under his magical control, and a clear stream of water gushed out, defying gravity, and flew towards him along a trajectory, gathering into a water ball, which quickly heated under the action of heat energy, turned into steam, reassembled, cooled, and flowed into his mouth.

The big water balloon had not yet been drunk, and the rest was still hanging in the air, Cecilia fanned the wind, glanced up, opened her little mouth, and sucked a little, and then the water balloon split into two, and they drank it little by little, and they got up after eating, and continued to walk on the cold and stuffy street.

She wanted to buy a blood bottle of the blood clan to taste salty, he began to feel hungry and wanted to find a restaurant, the two looked around, it seemed that it would take a while to find the target, many shops are closed now, only a few shops are still open, and there are very few people circling outside, a few of them, they are aimlessly eating snacks taken out of the space and strolling around, familiar with the route.

That is until Cecilia grabs his wrist in front of a clothing store.

"What's wrong?" "Let's go in and buy some clothes." After she finished speaking, she added, "Here you go, your dressing taste is too old-fashioned, and you like to save too much." "Uh... I feel pretty good, don't you?" "Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say that?" "Whatever. ”

She walked in humming a song, and he stood at the door of the store stunned, looking up at the sign of the store's name:

Vivien's three big characters hung high, and when she looked inside, she could see the female blood clan who was supposed to be the owner of the shopkeeper standing in front of the counter, and there was a small sign on the counter with her name written on it, Vivien Ansesta.

It's a miracle that the store didn't collapse.

Thinking so, he looked down at his clothes, and stepped in.