Locals walking down the street can easily distinguish between locals and outsiders, and it's like some kind of natural skill.

The Avaranga people are free-spirited, egalitarian and friendly, while the Otlans are extremely literate and knowledgeable, and the rest of the locals, you can see by looking at the rune pendant on their chests and their various familiar appearances, the three parties have their own deep and unoverly eroded culture, the contrast is obvious.

Dressing up is telling, not to mention distorting the light to adjust the temperature, manipulating the air currents to push away the cold wind, and bless the eyes to observe the scenery, these people are too casual with the use of magic.

So they could confirm at a glance that the men and women in casual clothes were definitely from the wizarding country.

They kept stopping in front of the new or old building, commenting, and now, the two stopped in front of a medieval-style antique single-storey house that had not yet had time to be demolished, which seemed to be a very stubborn nail household, at least from the mouths of the residents, the cause of everything was when the new municipal planning was decentralized to various departments, organized demolition and reconstruction, and then encountered the price of sitting on the ground thinking that they could make more, but they were bypassed.

You might say that a medieval-themed tavern might have a larger clientele than a normal tavern, but that's different.

What people want is a medieval atmosphere, modern food, high-quality service, and a clean and tidy environment, which is not all that can be done in a dilapidated tavern with the paint on the walls and the roof in urgent need of repairs to prevent rain leakage.

So the tavern business has collapsed, the employees have run away, just such a dilapidated house is left, the boss is waiting for the demolition and so on, and it is useless to run the relationship, which is probably the so-called "retribution".

It's already a featured attraction in a brand new neighborhood.

There are many similar things in the old city renovation project, which is not unusual, there are always some stupid people who are committed to unremittingly refreshing the lower limit of IQ, thinking that he is the only smart person in the world, and he feels too good about himself, which is referred to as too floating.

"This dish. Cecilia sniffed the wafting smell and furrowed her eyebrows, "It's an Avaranga specialty snack, doesn't it taste right?" "In order to adapt to the taste of the natives, the ingredients have been changed, and it is common for people in the south to eat the special spicy dishes of the north, and they want to taste them to death, so the restaurant has launched a new product that just looks like it tastes the same at all." He touched the sauce in the small cup in his palm with the tip of his tongue, and secretly made a comparison in his heart, "It's all such a routine, anyway, they can't fly across the sea to taste the original dish." ”

Completely ignoring the strange gazes of passers-by, the notebook and pen suspended in front of him completed the street scene sketch, and flew back to the space, he closed the [key] to open the space, and looked around.

They continued to walk, walking, and painting in their minds and on paper the street scene they really saw.

The streets present a "modern and modern" scene similar to that of Avaranga, because there is not enough manpower for spellcasters, the use of civil and brick concrete houses, garbage cans every few tens of meters, roadside manhole covers, and invisible sewer pipes, all kinds of situations, and people's mental state, really give them a certain sense of "modernity".

They are well fed, clothed, and maintain normal survival needs, but also have a little insignificant spiritual pursuit, noisy, and show the characteristics of prosperity and change, and the perfect infrastructure shows the government's determination to change, which is admirable.

It's just a pity that there are only humans on the streets.

Well, it needs to be noted here that Smolan is basically only human, and the extraordinary intelligent races, such as the elven dwarves, are all hiding in the wilderness far away from the city, and the number is very small, as for the blood race and other species that must survive by mutilating the intelligent race, they are the objects of explicit extermination, this is a congenital antagonism, regardless of likes and dislikes, the Holy See does not have the technology to mass-produce blood and other substitutes, or rather, the technical level is not enough, even if you get a full set of drawings and materials, it cannot be manufactured for the time being.

In addition, although there are also a large number of awakened animals scattered in the territory of the Holy See, there are none in the city, and it is too dangerous for them to allow magical creatures to roam freely, and those malicious acts of play can kill people.

Therefore, as far as their perception is concerned, the race on the street is really very monotonous, but the flaws are not concealed, and the Holy See has a very high achievement in moral education.

What they ask is not to make the slightest mistake and to think about others everywhere, the requirements of the Holy See are only to stick to the bottom line of being a human being, and to do their best to be a good person, to maintain basic respect for God, today they are completely different from the past, they have become more gentle, more humane, there has never been a moment when they will be so tolerant of dissidents and unbelievers as they are today, and all races of human beings are acceptable and full of warmth.

It's a pity that they still haven't faced up to their black history.

On Avaranga's side, the veterans are not dead, the founding pioneers are still guarding the four directions, there are mountains of war records in the museum, and tens of thousands of neatly arranged grave bags and epitaphs in the cemetery are also remembered, but they don't admit it.

It's easy to understand, isn't it, after all, it's such a black history, convicted only for unfaithfulness, thousands of years of massacres, completely contrary to the righteousness of doctrinal propaganda.

That kind of thing can't be recognized, but it can't be blatantly denied, so they chose the forgetful cold treatment, because the life is short, the replacement is fast, and the cold treatment effect is outstanding.

Now Albert's favorability of Småran has improved a lot after the real experience, from negative to positive, probably the impression has risen from sores on the top of the head and pus on the soles of the feet to neutral, and then the little Lori who temporarily abducted for five minutes with a lollipop borrowed a history textbook and saw a passing measure of dilution and oblivion and [The wizard is a branch split from the Holy See, this group of fearless adventurers volunteered to go to sea on an expedition, and then never returned, and re-established the country in the New World] to indifference.

They don't show much of a hate for the Smålans, though.

Well, 'it's the government that hates it, not the people,' which pretty much it means.

"Hey————" At the crossroads, he shouted to the young figure who was fading away, "Remember to come home early from school in the future!

"Know~Dao~!"

There was a weak shout, the child obviously did not like similar preaching, but after the pause slowed down, the resumption of the accelerated pace of jumping undoubtedly revealed her good mood, the girl covered the small bulging pocket around her waist with both hands, and ran wildly in the direction of home, much faster than usual, with a breeze, in the sea of people, only had time to turn back and smile at the two foreign travelers, and then disappeared, and the heat, smell, and even the footsteps were buried by the crowd.

He didn't care much about it, patted the place where the little Lori hugged him tightly for dozens of seconds as a thank you, patted away the residual smell, and when the cold wind blew, he took away the residual body temperature.

The photo crystal faithfully records the content of the pages of the history textbook just shot, operates in the hand, and flips through it.

Then Cecilia took his hand and dragged him away.

"Do as the locals do!"

She laughs.

She wanted him to change into Smolan's clothes, so that he wouldn't be watched like a monkey show, and the Avarangar people here were the only two of them, except for the merchants who had already changed their clothes.

That directly led to the passers-by always unconsciously looking at the two of them, and the curious eyes were clearly looking at the precious animals, even if they didn't feel it, from time to time from various lines of defense, or benign or unintentional gaze would be especially obvious to the two of them.

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At half past four in the morning, I woke up and was about to fall asleep.

At least there are no pigeons.?_?