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Lordaeron's architectural style is represented by cathedrals, which are somewhat similar to the Gothic style of the Norsemen in the previous life, which can be described in four words: flying and domineering, but on the whole, the human kingdom seems to follow only one style------ which is how to look good.

Gilneth is the most independent human kingdom Benny has ever seen, and the style is quite similar to a photo of old London that Benny had seen in his previous life, but it is more of a mixture of the bloody style of vampires and werewolves in his previous life, so Gilney's buildings are mostly black and red, which makes Gilneth look a little dark and weird overall.

The sparsely populated roads and the occasional roar of wild beasts in the forests on either side seemed to complement Gilneth's gloomy eeries.

"Stop!" Gilneys' soldiers wore a kind of scale armor that was very different from other human kingdoms, and the muskets in their hands were completely different from those made by the dwarves, and they looked a bit like the Middle Ages in their previous lives, and the emblem on their chests looked like an incense burner with three sticks of incense, but Benny knew that it was definitely not what it meant, but he didn't know what this emblem represented in his previous life.

"You're not from Gilneis?" the guard cautiously looked at the two men in gray cloaks, their clothes not in the style of Gilness.

His companion stabbed him and pointed at the two of them: "I guess it's the merchants who want to cross the 'biting reef' without knowing whether they are alive or dead, you see, their cloaks are still wet, maybe they have just climbed up from the sea." ”

The 'Bite Reef' is a special type of submarine reef that looks like a beast with its teeth and claws, which grows around the coast of the Gilneth Peninsula, enveloping the entire Gilnessy Peninsula, and no boat can only sail through these Bite Reefs intact, which restricts the development of maritime trade in the Kingdom of Gilness, but also protects the coastline of Gilness.

"We are merchants from Stormwind. Benny took off his hood, revealing a slightly darkened, young face. "Our merchant ship was supposed to go north to Stratholme, but the ship deviated from course after being resupplied in the port of Minethir, and somehow sailed here, just west of this forest, our ship ran aground, and only my wife and I survived, and we walked in the forest for most of the day before we came across a village. ”

"Sure enough, it's a merchant----- so ------," a guard circled around the two. "Do you have any merchandise? I mean------ surviving merchandise. ”

"Barron! you know the ban!" Barron's companion pulled him back. "I don't want to be hanged in the square with you!"

"There is no prohibition for those noble lords. Barron frowned in disgust. "I saw our captain drinking Kul Tiras's wine last week! Besides, I'm not not not paying. ”

This was one of the side effects of the closure of Gilneys, a city that was initially self-sufficient, but whose people were already dissatisfied with a single life, and which led to the emergence of a new profession ----- submarine salvageists, who would salvage merchant ships that had accidentally been hit by the bite reef, whose goods were very valuable on the black market in Gilneys, and a barrel of wine could keep the salvage in the business district for a whole week.

"These are two bottles of wine left behind on a merchant ship----- and my wife and I rely on them for warmth in the forest. Benny duly handed over two bottles of wine. "But it looks like you need him more than we do------ my wife and I just want to find a warm place to sleep. ”

"Forget about the ban, Blair. Barron quickly put the two bottles in his arms. "It was given to us by a friend, right?"

"Of course. Benny nodded.

"I'll remind you------ what's your name?" Blair raised his musket, and the hostility subsided, and although Gilneth was completely closed, he could still occasionally see an unlucky businessman like the one in front of him. 、

"Sean Smith, this is my wife, Hill Smith. ”

The two guards looked at his wife, who had never taken off her hood, but judging by her fair chin, she was supposed to be a beautiful woman.

"I have to warn you, Mr. Sean Smith, this is Gilnes. Blair looked to the east, where he could faintly see the edge of the city of Gilneth.

"Is there any difference? Mr. Guard. Benny asked, looking puzzled.

"Gilneth strictly forbids any outsiders to come in or out----- yes, in and out. Blair said emphatically. "That said, you probably won't be able to get out unless you want to go to Bite Reef again. ”

"I've heard of the Wall of Greymane, Mr. Guard, but I thought ------"

"Think there's a smuggler who can cross that wall?" Blair said, grimacing. "You ought to see how high that wall is, Mr. Smith, and now, come with me, and you'll have to be glad again there's such a thing as an inn. ”

The town of Boats, that's the name of the town, comes from the bay next to the town, where it is said that there are often ships trying to break in, hence the name -----.

The town was quiet, and even in broad daylight, there didn't seem to be many people, and for Benny and Sylvanas, few people showed great curiosity, but looked at the two guards, and none of them leaned over.

A steeple-roofed house with a crunching sign hanging in front of the door, which seemed to be what the guards called a hotel.

The inn was already full, and it was evident that the inn was doing a good business, or we should call it a tavern, and it was full of Gilnesians------ who were easily recognizable, dressed in a suit that resembled the London style of a previous life, and wore a black top hat in the room, which looked quite a bit of an English gentleman, and the women's clothing was mostly black and white.

There were a lot of people, but the tavern was quiet, and most of the people drank their own wine or drinks, some with a newspaper in their hands, and some talked in whispers with their companions.

The moment Benny walked in, all eyes were on him.

"Just another stranded merchant----- what about Squall?" Blair seemed familiar with the place, and after the explanation, people lost interest in Benny, stranded surviving merchants, not common, but not surprising.

"I'm not taking in refugees, Blair. A middle-aged man with a slightly gray beard stood up from behind the bar. "Actually, you haven't paid back last month's drink!"

"We pay for it ourselves. Benny pulled out a couple of silver coins. "It's just ---- my silver is from Stormwind. ”

"Money doesn't matter where it comes from. The middle-aged man turned a few silver coins upside down. "It's enough for you to live for a month, and it looks like your wallet hasn't fallen into the sea, something to celebrate. ”

"I'm leaving, you tell them the rest. Blair waved his hand and turned away, but walked back halfway through.

"For your sake, Mr. Smith, give you a word of advice, don't go into the forest again if you're fine, I'm surprised you weren't eaten there, but I'm sure you won't have such good luck again. ”

Blair whispered in Benny's ear and walked out of the hotel.