The city is full of traffic, and the roads are all compactly paved with blue bricks and stones, which looks very orderly. Both sides of the road are lined with all kinds of shops, and local residents come and go in front of the shops. Most of these houses are two or three storeys high, built with a mixture of wood and stone, and the houses on both sides of the road are like this.

There are food merchants selling fish, pork, chickens, ducks, geese, etc., charcoal merchants selling charcoal, jewellery merchants selling all kinds of exotic treasures, and all sorts of other merchants.

There are also various taverns in the alleys, which sometimes have a fence in front of the store, and then a few wooden tables are placed in this fenced space for drinkers to eat wine and meat, and there is room for more wine tables in the house, and the second and third floors of the hotel are often used for passers-by, so the place is not small, and there are often a dozen small rooms.

Riwache is a seaside city, so the city has its own separate pier facing the sea. Every day, a large number of fishing boats gather at the wharf, which transport large quantities of freshly caught live inshore fish in large wooden barrels to be sold to local fishmongers at the wharf.

There were also many warships docked at the docks, and these warships also came in a variety of styles, including monorails, double-tracks, and even multi-tracks. A large ship seemed to hold forty or fifty people, and a small one or twenty. However, these ships were tightly chained to fixed wooden stakes at the pier by heavy iron cables, and were guarded by special guards, presumably military warships of the Riwacheze.

Standing on the wharf, Witt realized that the caravan could not only rely on donkey carts to transport goods, and the merchant ship was also an important and even irreplaceable means of transportation for the caravan to transport goods. On the wharf of Živa Cheze, Witt saw many merchant ships of all sizes, and there were many sailors, slaves, or laborers, and Witt could not distinguish these strangely decorated people, who were going back and forth between the merchant ships and the docks, carrying goods.

While feeling the prosperity of Riwacheze, Witt also thought about the efforts and wealth of several generations behind these prosperity, and how huge the flow of funds circulated behind them. On a single day, the wooden boxes filled with dinars carried by merchants at the gates of several money houses were tens of thousands of dinars. Behind the liquid funds is more the strong financial strength of the territory lord, and the financial strength is the strong foundation of military strength, how much Witt hopes to build a small day tile car in his own piece of the sky, but this is all a vision for the future.

The group did not rush to find Kutch, and it was getting late, and Witt looked around, and there happened to be a small tavern nearby, and the group headed towards the tavern.

When I entered the tavern, I saw that the tavern was noisy, and the drunks with beards were making a lot of noise with each other, and all kinds of arrogant words were spewing out of their mouths, which was intimidating and irritating, so many drinkers avoided it as much as possible so as not to get into trouble. Some sparsely dressed girls still sat cross-legged on the laps of the drinkers, very sullen, let the drinkers knead but shameless, and still had smiles on their faces, as if they were accustomed to it, and they were not enough to worry about.

But the tavern also had some slightly more dignified drinkers, including some mercenary-looking strong men, wearing armor and long swords at their waists, and several people gathered together to drink.

Witt didn't stay long, found a wooden counter, and asked the middle-aged man in an inquiring tone, "Tavern owner?" ”

"What does this gentleman need?" The tavern owner nodded and replied with a smile.

"We're a passing caravan, fifteen of them, and we're here for a few days." Witt said directly.

"Sir, we charge per person per person for a night, how many nights would you like to stay?" The tavernkeeper explained to Witt with a smile.

"For three days, that's forty-five dinars, but we want a separate empty room, can we?" Witt asked.

When the tavern owner saw the silver glittering and clanging dinar when it collided, his eyes lit up and he replied excitedly, "Don't worry, sir, I will order someone to take you there." The tavernkeeper then shouted a few times, presumably by someone's name, and then a young man came to him and led Witt and his party up to the second floor.

Before leaving, Witt did not forget to ask the tavern owner: "Our donkey cart ......"

Before Witt could finish speaking, the tavern keeper said, "Sir, don't worry, we will take care of your donkey cart, and you only need to take care of your belongings." Willy nodded in understanding, and went upstairs.

The strong men at the table in the corner of the tavern had been staring at the young man from the moment Witt had just entered the door, and then they heard the conversation between Witt and the tavernkeeper, whispered to each other, and went out.

Witt went up to the second floor of the tavern, and was led by the young man to a large house, large enough for fifteen people. Witt asked the brothers to place the boxes containing their belongings in the corners of the house and then put themselves to rest. Just as Witt was about to lie down, he suddenly heard the melodious sound of playing from outside the house, accompanied by hoarse singing. The song piqued Witt's interest, and Witt immediately walked out of the house.

"The snow-white clouds, the blue sky, the birds soaring freely in the sky, the refreshing wind blowing the green trees swaying, the grass laughing and writhing and dancing the Gothic dance. Listening to the murmuring of the river and looking at the fish swimming happily in the water, I forgot myself, the fighting between the people of Calradia, the cries of the people, the burning houses, the countless babies in the abandoned fields......"

Witt came to the corner of the floor, and in the corner of the hallway sat a middle-aged man in rags, playing the ukulele in his hand and singing the lyrics. When he had finished, Witt burst into applause, which caught the minstrour's attention.

I saw that the person looked up at the young man in front of him, and then smiled lightly and said, "This is a lyrical poem, sung casually, not enough to mention." ”

"I feel the freedom that nature gives to everyone, and I feel that all people are created equal and have the right to live, but I also feel the injustice of the world and the helplessness of people." Witt said slowly.

The bard looked at Witt with deep eyes, and then said with a smile: "Your idea is interesting, you are still young, if you are lucky, the road ahead will be long and bumpy, and in time you will understand it." ”

As he spoke, the bard got up and walked towards the staircase, and as he went, he asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Witt." Witt replied without waiting for the other to finish.

"I'll remember you, and we'll meet again if we have the fate." With that, the bard descended the stairs and disappeared into the hallway.

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