Viewed from above, there are two towers in the capital of the Eagle Yang Kingdom.

A quirky, low, dark purple building.

The other one is simple and serious, and the teaching is tall, and it is on this top that the giant eagle lands.

And this tower is in a separate castle-like complex in the city.

The camera's perspective begins to lift, with the spire as the center of the circle, looking around.

At this height, there is no other building, and the lower one is the city wall.

The city wall is about ten meters square, on which stand some soldiers defending the city, in the middle of them, a flagpole is erected, and at the top of the top is a royal flag painted with an eagle and a crown fluttering in the wind.

"That's the eagle's flag. ”

Zhang Xun knew it in his heart.

From this height, he finally got a glimpse of the whole city.

The whole is a dark architectural color, with an avenue leading from the castle to the south gate, and various courtyards on both sides.

The height of the city's buildings is not remarkable, with the exception of two towers, which are only two stories tall.

As the perspective continues to decrease, a building that is not known for its height is revealed.

It was a cathedral.

The architectural style is different from the medieval Western countries that Zhang Xun has seen in some videos, but the overall style is not too different.

Outside the tall church is a wide square, and as the camera lowers, the city's residents occasionally walk reverently towards the church.

And at the door of the church, too, there were fat priests dressed in white who walked from time to time.

Most of the people who came had a skin that was between yellow and white, but the color of their hair was different, mostly brown, and most of them were thin, and they seemed to be commoners, and occasionally there were richly dressed women who seemed to be nobles and had a slightly plump body with their female companions, and they also looked respectful.

Naturally, there are special priests who rush over to greet these people with smiling faces.

Of course, civilians were not treated so well, and even had to buy indulgences to wash away their sins when they entered and exited the church.

Suddenly, the screen shifts to the street.

On the main road of the national capital, a group of soldiers walked in groups.

They were brightly dressed, they were just wearing some kind of strange uniforms, with swords at their waists, and they came on foot, those soldiers were obviously higher in the city than ordinary residents, and their faces were more ruddy, but their spirit was only stronger than ordinary people, without the style of modern soldiers in Zhang Xun's impression.

From this vantage point, you can also see the shops on both sides, the busy caravans, and the people with different looks.

The camera is silent, only the picture.

A medieval style painting with exotic colors slowly unfolded in front of Zhang Xun.

The camera finally came to the ground, and some details began to show.

On the widest and cleanest streets of the national capital, a carriage with a simple coat of arms is driven slowly by the groom, who does not need to call the crowd, only needs to shake a string of bells on the carriage during the movement, and the residents on the road will immediately dodge, and then stand on both sides of the reason, bow their heads and salute.

This is the respect that commoners must show to the nobility.

The older civilians were skilful and deferential, and the women hid behind the men, not daring to show their heads, except for the children, dressed in shabby flaxen clothes, curiously among the crowds, looking at the bells hanging from the carriage, and the children's hands, which were firmly grasped by the gates, and even worse, whispering and teaching them to bow their heads.

Zhang Xun's eyes moved, and two words rose in his heart: "Class." ”

This is the gap between nobles and commoners, in the national capital, the nobles have to salute when they meet on the road.

The camera then follows the carriage past the small dark purple tower.

When the camera entered, Zhang Xun saw that the tower was painted with a six-pointed star, and there were almost no residential buildings around, only it was lonely on the edge of the city, and occasionally people in gray robes hurriedly entered and exited.

At this time, the light curtain suddenly popped up, and a text appeared:

[This is the Wizard Tower, on the vast continent, there are a very small number of magicians, they have a strange temperament, and do not like power, but they have strange powers, often recruited by the royal families.

However, there are no powerful magicians in the Eagle Yang Kingdom and the surrounding four countries, and it is said that the truly powerful magicians are far away in the more powerful countries on the mainland.

Merchants who travel around the world occasionally have a chance to obtain magic items, texts, magic prescriptions, and alchemical products that have been handed down from unknown countries, and they have a high price, and in order to master this power, the royal family needs to spend a lot of gold coins every year to encourage magical research, but unfortunately the results are not good.

"Magic?" Zhang Xun couldn't help but touch the mind control gem in his pocket, in fact, for him, the only resources he could get from Eagle Yang at the moment were money and magic props.

However, apparently, the number of magic items in and around the Eagle Yang Kingdom is also scarce.

After that, there are more details about this country, Zhang Xun stared intently and hoped to remember all the details, but unfortunately, most of the information that can be conveyed by this kind of picture is limited to the style, Zhang Xun can only judge that this kingdom is still at the level of sword and magic, and there is no trace of industrial development, even the cultural development seems to be barely passing.

As for more, such as the metallurgical level, the military level, the financial level, etc., they cannot be shown.

Zhang Xun felt that all these contents were probably hidden in that book.

In the silent screening room, there is no sound, only the silent picture conveys the real appearance of another world.

Zhang Xun looked at it for a while, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly went to get his mobile phone, wanting to record these pictures, but he was shocked to find that the mobile phone fell into a black screen and could not be turned on at all.

The text on the light curtain appears:

[Limited by the laws of the plane, the picture is projected into the king's consciousness and cannot be recorded]

"Consciousness?"

Zhang Xun was stunned, and probably understood that this was not the real screening, he was actually in a dream-like state, and of course a person could not take a picture of his dream with a mobile phone.

After figuring this out, he refocused on it.

At this point, the picture suddenly lifts, then moves away from the capital, and moves a large distance to about the south, after which a small town appears.

Zhang Xun was stunned.

It is a very dilapidated place, and it looks like a small village in real life.

A street of several hundred meters, flanked by taverns, blacksmiths, grocery stores, and the like.

The houses here are far inferior to those in the capital, but only low buildings made of stone and wood, and Zhang Xun seems to be able to smell the stench of decay just from the picture.

In a low, gloomy tavern, dimly lit.

In the stables next to an inn on the south side of town, several old horses were munching hay with their heads down.

Dilapidated, poor is probably the best word to describe this place.

Zhang Xun's breathing was slightly tight, is this the countryside far away from the royal capital?

In fact, even the "glamorous" royal capital he had seen before was only barely in line with his impression of the Middle Ages in Zhang Xun's eyes.

What he didn't expect, however, was that the place where most of his people lived was so backward and poor.

"We need to develop the economy. He couldn't help but sigh.

However, this emotion has not yet dissipated, and then the camera continues to go deeper, the door of a shop in the town is kicked open, and for some reason, a well-dressed young man kicks a poor man down, and even a slap a civilian woman to the ground.

Neither the man nor the woman had any intention of resisting, but just lying on the ground and kowtowing.

But I saw that the young man, who was probably a small nobleman, suddenly pulled out a knife from the corner of the doorway, and with a wave of his hand, stabbed it into the chest of the man who was kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

A stream of blood spurted out, and the man was devastated on the spot.

The little nobleman didn't care, scolded a few more words angrily, and as soon as he waved, a few mermaids suddenly came out and forcibly pulled the woman who was crying away.

Many people saw this, but no one dared to speak out.

Even...... A man dressed similarly to the soldiers of the royal capital, perhaps a soldier or a police officer, passed by in the picture, and he just looked indifferently.

In Eagle Yang, a nobleman kills a commoner without any responsibility.

The scene turns to a pit deep in the mountains, where the overseer whips scrawny naked men carrying ore on their backs, and there are even children in their teens who are also working.

Their faces were withered, like walking corpses, their bodies were covered with scars, and some of the older workers, apparently carrying ore for many years, had been crushed and deformed their entire spines, and could not straighten up at all.

On the other side of the mine, there is a dirt pit away from the crowd, into which sick and dead workers are being thrown and filled with earth.

The camera goes deeper, and there is a dense forest, which is a real mountain village, with only a dozen families in a village, tending to a few plots of land that are very barren and very small between the mountains.

In the picture, night falls, and there are only a few faint lights on the dark earth.

……

Zhang Xun suddenly fell silent.

His face was heavy and gloomy, and when he had observed the royal capital before, those curious and interesting thoughts had suddenly disappeared completely.

He remained motionless, just staring at the darkness of the night and the faint light in the picture, silent.

The pictures just now flashed in front of me, and my heart was like a big stone.

This time.

In the sound of the screening room, a soft sigh was suddenly heard, it was the voice of the ghost of the dream.

"My king, are you really ready to become a king?"