The rare street with very bright lights, the two people who had just entered the city, the artificial light made him feel nostalgic, and it also brought some troubles that were not troublesome.

It's not a problem, it's just that I hit a bottleneck when translating the other party's language in my head, in this orc city, outsiders account for a large proportion, listening to the dialect that they don't even know where they come from, what these people are saying is really a problem, but learning is still useful, after listening to a few more words, you can always figure out the meaning of the words.

Originally, it was just a small village, an ordinary village, but later, the provincial government responded to the call of the national policy, promoted, supported, and distributed the 6th Economic Strategy to various departments in the coastal and inland poor areas, and the magic paved the new urban road network, reduced the land rental price, reduced the local business tax within a few years, attracted foreign investment, went out to students, workers, returned to their hometowns to start a business, and hitched a ride on the development of the new port, this is the result: ten years, reborn.

"From seven hundred to seventy thousand. He closed the book in his hand, "Obviously there is not even an energy-producing engine, no, that thing is not far from mass production, what kind of magic is this, it is black technology at all." "No matter how dark it is, it's just like that. ”

He looked carefully at the rare brightly lit place in front of him, and it was now incredibly easy to distinguish between a native and a foreigner.

Those with blessed eyes, most of them are Avaranga, Asian faces, those who have not yet blessed themselves, most of them are Otlan, and finally, the same face, no blessing, with a cross on their chests, that is the Smålan, but the foreigners here are all Atlan, and there is no one in Smålan, which is already a little inland in comparison, and the relationship between the two countries is tense, and both sides are refraining.

"This time we're going to buy a hammer. He looked at what appeared to be a shop being renovated, "to smash round fruits or nails." ”

"It's better not to do it, it's a waste of money. "That's right. Albert watched her put the rock-solid round fruit on her teeth and chewed it, her tongue deftly separated the shell from the flesh, and spit out the part that should not be eaten into the trash, the shell was really hard as a stone, and the brittle stone would be directly shattered by it, for herself, it felt more like swallowing melon seeds, "And the fist is as hard as a hammer, it is very easy to use, and it is almost the same to buy a claw hammer, the last time it was broken." ”

"So fast, how is it bad?" "I accidentally hit my hand with my mind. He looked at his left hand helplessly, "And then the hammer broke." "Oh, understood. ”

At this time, around midnight, most of the shops are closed, and it still looks bustling because it is a local night market.

Locals and foreign businessmen, investors, tourists, from all over the world, among which there are not a few people who have night markets in the original area, and at night, going out to find food is common for these people, so there is also a night market here, in front of business opportunities, people quickly react, bringing a bustling and noisy night scene to the quiet village a long time ago, this prosperity will last until two o'clock in the morning, and finally there will be a few selling lunch boxes and barbecues to do all night.

There are still people who don't sleep at night, night police, urban management, security guards, and professionals in the second ring and above, they turn day and night upside down, and what they want is the money of this group of people.

People who do night shift day shift rotation work, most of them will choose to solve the supper after the night market is dispersed, do it for a long time, and become acquainted, when the evening comes, there will be a few bosses who do not mind accompanying the old customers to play no bet cards, and those customers, after being familiar with it, will find that each has its own characteristics.

Among them, the most distinctive, such as an old man who looks giggling, the gatekeeper of a small theater in the city, looks like a person, but is actually a rotten gambler who always makes thousands.

Another example is a middle-aged man who loves to drink, who looks honest and honest, but is actually very shrewd.

In the end, everyone knows, it's a weird young man who doesn't like to talk, but he can talk very well as soon as he opens his mouth, a security guard, who said that he wanted to settle here, and the picture is the position under the butt to eat and live, claiming to change jobs in half a year at most, and live like an ascetic, get paid and don't smoke or drink, occasionally come to a supper, and order a meal The guy is purely here to chat, a plate of peanuts and rice to talk to you until dawn.

Of course, these things are only circulated among the vendors who buy and sell overnight.

For the protagonists, this is just a temporary place to stay, where they can't see, the world is moving, everyone is their own protagonist, and it can function on its own for a long time without anyone.

"Uh, me. "Yes, yes, [I'm] hungry, don't say it. He handed over a roast chicken, "Take it, I can guess the rest of the story." ”

Albert's gaze swept around, and it was almost the same as he had seen before, humans living in harmony with other supernatural races, natural and full of life.

The elves were full of wine and nibbling on skewers, holding a wine bottle in their left hand, pushing glasses and raising glasses with their orc friends, and the overalls vest that they hadn't had time to take off proved that they were employees of a restaurant, and the werewolf boy pulled the red-faced blood girl to hang out, for this naturally pale race, it was really not easy to blush to that extent, on the bustling streets, foreign faces similar to Asians either disagreed, or looked in amazement at the fantasy race mixed together.

The light of the lantern had provided enough sight for them to withdraw their self-blessing for the time being.

The wizard's keen perception made him feel several curious glances, and for those who came to this country for the first time, everything was new.

These eyes came from two young people who had never practiced and two young people who had just arrived in the first ring, and they didn't seem to think that the people who were watching would notice them, and for these people, the combination of humans and other supernatural races seemed to be shocking, so they looked at them for a while.

[Being stared at like a monkey is gone.] She complained to him through the psychic link, "Those foreigners are so strange. [Let's just assume they don't exist.] 】

Foreign friends who have just come to Avaranga have to adapt for a long time, all the houses are built by the power of the transcendental, it is enough to shock them, here, the transcendent are just civilians, the powerful four-ring wizards may pull the first-ring warriors to chatter, and the supernatural races will only shout in front of them, it is said that many foreign fans who read the blood-themed storybook look like the sky has fallen when they see the blood-ring moving bricks and delivering the goods.

The young man of the blood clan who was stopped had to spend a lot of effort to understand what those foreign girls wanted to express, and then sent a sentence of "Is there anything wrong with this?" and then drifted away.

Alteran doesn't seem to have, or it's rare to see non-human races like elves.

What kind of painting style it is, I'll know when I go later.