"Why, I've only been in this country for a few days, and I've been on so many full schedules? I'm not an employee of yours. Clay said angrily, giving Kyle a blank look.

"Don't you want to remember?" Kyle said with a wicked grin.

"Memory, uh, of course is the most important thing. But I don't want to be so full. Clayter was still a little reluctant.

At least I still have a strong demonic power and some looming dragon power in my body, and if I can develop some benefits, I believe I will be more advantageous than under Kyle.

For example, the army that went to Avantley, I believe that this kind of power, the Imperial officers and the emperor will not ignore it.

Or to accept some bounty assignments, and one of the agencies here often sends out some covert advertisements.

Clayt wanted to think about it, but he didn't rush to say it.

"But then again, my schedule is very tight. In addition to being a mystical researcher, I am also the leader of the Holy Frost Party and, of course, the administrator of the country. Although I am not the Prime Minister, the Holy Frost Party is the largest party in Avantlet, and I can influence the Prime Minister. Clayter, I'm saying this because I think you're one of my own. I hope you don't let me down. Kyle said.

But in Clayter's eyes, it looks like a mess.

He didn't care about politics, he didn't want to care about anything other than the dragons and the secrets of his own memories.

In other words, by finding the secret of memory, Clay is able to have powers that he can imagine, even unimaginable.

It's much more interesting than being the prime minister of a country.

"So be it, as long as I can recall something after this series of arrangements, it's worth it. Clay said helplessly.

"Alright, I'm leaving. I'm sorry to put you in a general residential area and live with those small people, but for the sake of seclusion. Low-level concealment is found in the suburbs or in the wilderness, while high-level concealment is in the urban crowd. Savor it, Clayte, for this is the voice of a great poet of the Southern Empire. Oh yes. Kyle suddenly remembered something, and opened the brown suitcase in his hand.

"I almost forgot, I was going to give you something. Kyle said, handing a reddish potion in a glass bottle to Clayter.

"This is a potion that can develop the spirit and guide the spiritual power, I call it the No. 0 Magic Source Power Elixir, referred to as the No. 0 Elixir, I drank him in the past two days and felt it well. Also," Kyle said affectionately, looking out the window at the snowflakes that were drifting.

"Winter in Avontelei is really long. This potion may send you into the heat. Alas, I haven't had a good summer this year before it passed. Because of some things, I was trapped underground for more than three months, and I wanted to feel the summer, but alas. Kyle said with a sad look on his face.

"Winter has arrived, will spring be far away?" (Note 1)," Clay muttered.

Watch Kyle disappear at the end of the stairs.

"Potion 0?" Claire stared at the glass bottle in his hand a little distracted after recovering from his senses.

In some vague memories, he did have a vague impression of the term magic source potion.

It seemed to be in a cold and damp palace, and the smell of corruption mixed with the flicker of demonic power was deeply imprinted in Clayte's mind.

"Memory?" Clay muttered, holding Elixir 0 in his hand and studying it carefully.

After a while, seeing that he hadn't found anything special, Clay easily unscrewed the potion's cork and sniffed the smell inside.

"Hey, what are these things, if I am allowed to drink this, I don't want to kill me. I'd rather not get my memories back, and I wouldn't drink something so foul. Clayter said, tossing the potion aside, and hurriedly covering her nose.

If the potion in his impression is either the fragrance of herbs or the aroma of special plants, and this so-called No. 0 potion, in addition to looking like black sesame paste, is viscous and disgusting, it also emits the smell of stinky gutters mixed with rotting bodies, if it is not really made of something rotten, it is affected by the evil magic source power.

In short, under the inner struggle, Clayter still chose to retract his hand.

"Why don't you go to the streets, it's been a few days since I came here, and I don't know how this place is different from the Flame Empire. According to Kyle, the culture of Avantley was heavily influenced by the Flame Empire, but after the cataclysmic events of thirty years ago, it became the world of the Steam Age. If there are countries with similar cultures in Avantley, perhaps the first is the Cruster Empire, and the second is the country further west. Clay thought back to part of the history of Avontele that Kyle had told him, but his hand slowly reached into the drawer.

Because it is located in a simple ordinary residential area, the furnishings in this small room of Clater are extremely ordinary, except for some machinery that burns coal, and may not feel much of the atmosphere of the steam age.

The table in front of him was made of rudimentary unknown wood, and although he was pulling open a drawer, a small hole in the table made the already broken drawer even more dilapidated.

"This is the coin of Avantley, interesting, and it has begun to use paper money. ”

Clay opened the wallet Kyle had handed him and reached for two pieces of paper with the number 10 written on them.

In addition to the numbers, the delicate drawings on the paper, the watermarks that can be easily seen through the light, and the words "National Bank of Eventelei" written in the language of Eventele on the top make Kleite feel very familiar.

"That 10 means 10 pounds, why use Cruzd's unit of measurement in the context of the gold standard? Wouldn't it be better to use the kilogram and pound of the Flame Empire?" Clay laughed as he put the coin back in his wallet, reminiscing about the incomprehensible part of the financial system that Kyle had told him on the third day of his awakening.

"There is production when there is a market, but sometimes production is too strong and there is no purchase, and deflation will occur overall. Although Evantele no longer uses gold coins, there are still signs of appreciation in the past few years. It is estimated that 1 pound of gold Avantley can buy 3 kilograms of flour..... Uh, forget it. Anyway, these 20 are enough for me to use here for a while. But there's nothing to do here, so I'll go to the market. Clay said, putting her wallet back in her pocket.

After pushing the "broken" wooden door open, Clay glanced into the room a few times, looking at the room with nothing of value, Clay put the No. 0 potion on his body, and simply chose to leave the door open.

The capital of Avantlay is known as the Ice-Enlightened City.

Before the start of the Civil War, the first monarch of Avontele chose to place the capital in the Ice Rim, an extremely cold border that could be reached hundreds of kilometers west along the railway line.

Although Rex II was now reluctantly able to bring the tribes to the west back under the Empire through political alliances, there was a lack of trust between the two sides, and Rex II had no intention of moving the capital back.

"Is this a shop along the street? It's special. Clayt looked around as if he had discovered a new world.

Due to the fact that many people from the southern empire chose to settle in the capital of Avantlet, it became one of the most populous cities on the mainland.

"Convenience stores, clothing stores, fast food restaurants, and fire-style restaurants?" Clayt was a little dazzled for a moment, but after thinking about the 20-pound gold coin in his hand, and then looking at the numbers on the restaurant signs around him, he couldn't help but sigh:

"It's not that money isn't worth it at all, it's just a money grab. ”

Ding, ding, ding, ding......

As Clay was lost in the bustling streets, a rapid whistle sounded not far away, and he looked back to see a familiar and strange steel monster rapidly approaching him.

"Hey, get out of the way!" the man in the uniform of the Avantley soldier next to him hurriedly warned him.

Just as the steel monster was about to approach Clayte, the soldier jerked Clet to the side of the road with a helpless expression.

Under the curse of the owner of the monster, Clay felt a gust of wind drift by.

Immediately after, he barely managed to see the full picture of the steel monster in his peripheral vision.

"Is this a car?" Clayter wondered.

"I don't think you're going to die. The trams in the city of Avantlet are moving so fast that you are not afraid of being hit? The soldier reproached.

"What is that?" said Kleiter's tone, looking even more confused.

He had to look at the soldier in front of him with the same puzzled gaze, with a flat head and a pistol pinned to his waist, dressed in a pale blue Eventley "vigilante" uniform.

"Why? Are you from the country? You feel a little out of touch with this era, and you don't even know the tram?" the soldier scoffed, but there was kindness on his face.

"What is a tram?"

"You see the wires linked above, the electric drive, plus some complex mechanics, allows it to surpass the speed of a normal carriage. This is an original technology of Avontele, an invention that will go down in history. The soldier said proudly.

"Well, I've never been here. Clay said with some embarrassment, smiling apologetically at the soldier.

"People like you should come to the big cities more often to see and see for a long time. I remember that many medium-sized cities in the empire also had no electricity, right, and the town of Shamonta over there had only been electrified for a short time. My name is Leif and I'm here to keep the law and order, and I don't want anyone to get hurt or killed on the street I manage, and you, hey, are you listening to me?"

Before Reif could finish his sentence, Clay walked briskly towards a corner of the street.

As soon as Leif looked up, Clayter's figure disappeared into the crowd.

"Really, I don't understand and I don't want to see it. Leif shook his head helplessly.

Just as he was talking to Leif, Clay smelled a familiar and profound scent.

The smell was faintly bloody, but mixed with a slight intoxicating aroma.

It was as if a strong, slender hand was grabbing his throat, leading his spirit and body into a dark and hidden corner.

"The blood of a dragon can really attract your kind. An eerie but childish voice came from in front of Clayte.

Clayt looked up sharply, and blood was pouring out of the arms of the teenager with wings that didn't match his petite body.

In his other hand, he even held a silver dagger glowing with a strange red light.