Richero is the southernmost of the large cities of Carral and the only port in Carral.

It is located due south of Fararu, in the northeast corner of Titan, in the crescent crescent in the middle of the crescent. An hour further north and less than two hours west from Richeiro is the east gate of the City of Fortune.

Once it was a fairly prosperous place. Because of Sanxian's policy of closing the country, the border inspection of Karaal is very strict, and basically there are so many procedures to come by land that it will not be a problem to drag you for two or three months. It's the same even if you're a nobleman - the druids don't care if you're nobles or not, in Carral, even the Grand Duke of Caral is just a puppet of the Doyds.

Even now, more than eighty percent of the people in Karal don't know what happened to the White Tower. Forced into desperation, the priests of Bansar had no choice but to take the road from Suze to the north and enter the White Tower eastward.

The people of Caral hate the priests who are talking about the gods and the wizards. In their worldview, among the spellcasters who exercise supernatural powers, only the druid is a normal person, a noble "master". At most, add those rich Su Ze alchemists.

Even if the borders of Karal were not so harsh, entering Karal itself was a kind of torture for the nobles of Titan and Bansa. But the city of wealth as the entertainment of this world. The leader of the place also has a strong temptation for those nobles.

So, the only way is through Puerto Richero.

It took a boat from the port west of Banza, south around Titan and then disembarked at Richero, for a dozen days at most. If you go by road. The time it takes to cross the border alone is enough to go back and forth three times.

Titan was even more relaxed. Surrounded by the sea on three sides, Titan departs by boat from the northeast corner. It takes less than an hour to get to Puerto Rizero. Easy plus enjoyable. It doesn't matter if it's a black household, as long as they don't provoke the druids. Basically, no one pays attention to these travelers.

The Suzers and Fararu would only have to cross the border, but they would be much better. For the nobility of other countries, especially the Titans, the hillbillies of Caral and the mountain dwellers of Fararo were inherently the same. In the impression of the Titans, only the Titans and their southern archipelago belong to the civilized world, while the people of the north are a bunch of barbarians with muscles and fat in their heads.

Look at it—two-thirds of the Suzers who have three snow seasons a year are winter dwarves and some subspecies of frost giants, as well as winter elves and barbarians, and there are hardly any pure-blooded humans; Bansar, on the other hand, had no interest in romantic dramas and poetry and philosophy on the philosophy of life, and even children and women loved the Colosseum and the gladiatorial arena. It is a country that is really unable to communicate; And Caral is enough to describe the words "retreat" and "seclusion", they don't accept this and don't accept that, ninety percent of Caral people have never left Caral in their lives, and more than ninety percent of the remaining ten percent are adventurers or soldiers; And the farrao is a barbarian race that needs to hunt on its own, and should be called a tribe more than a nation.

The Titans could not understand why they had to go to the mountains to eat meat themselves, why they did not raise animals and grow crops at home - in the eyes of the Titans, the mountain people were even worse off than the hillbillies of Karar.

The Titans were merchants, poets, philosophers, and artists. There is a saying among the Titans: "If you don't laugh or cry today, you have wasted the whole day." "In the eyes of the Titan Empire and the group of island nations it is attached to. They are the representatives of civilization throughout the Western world. Even the treasures brought from the eastern kingdom of Elcatel were first sold to Titan.

In the eyes of these wealthy and aristocratic people, the only thing that Caral could do was the city of wealth. It's a thriving place that the people of Titan can admit from their hearts.

Puerto Richero was fed by these people. Most of the income of the inhabitants of Richero comes from tourism and its ancillary industries.

After all, most of these rich people came from boats, and there were no horses and no carriages. This is the largest industry in Richero. Every year, some deviant young people come from all over Karal to pan for gold - of course, there are also many goldfingers and nightingales who can't get into the city of wealth.

Rich people who can go to the city of wealth to spend will naturally not care about hiring a carriage for three or even five times the price of consumption. Even the more expensive the carriage is hired. The more satisfied they were—the more they were at least given face, and a better indication of their status when they lined up to enter the city.

…… At the same time, it will also be easier to record on the "fat sheep list" of the city of wealth.

But. Ever since that Orlando idiot blew up the City of Fortune, it's all ruined.

At least 30 percent of Richero's residents have lost their jobs. It's just a month. Richero was much more depressed.

The cheerful newsboys running down the street with newspapers in their hands were gone. The coolies who carried the luggage of the out-of-town guests had to return to the port and begin to do boring and low-pay work. The nightingales were nowhere to be seen, and the men who wanted to find the nightingales in their rare free time had to wander the streets in boredom. The only benefit is about that the gold finger is also reduced exponentially.

In just one month, Richero was in tatters. Out-of-town guests never come again, and some of the piled up souvenirs and souvenirs cannot be sold, and few people buy them when they sell them.

After the destruction of the City of Fortune, the inhabitants of Richero simply could not survive.

There are not a few villains among them. It's just a little common man who wants to live a peaceful life.

But when they got acquainted with the elegance of the Bansar nobility, with the generous Titans, with the lively circuses and troupes that brought laughter to children and adults alike, and returned to the life of a Karar, they found themselves completely unaccustomed to it.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

And the culprit of all this is Orlando.

How evil the people in the City of Fortune were, the Richero people simply didn't want to know. They only know that it is precisely because of the existence of those people that they can have enough to eat and give their children a better way out. Only the city of fortune is there, and Richero is the lively and busy Richero.

Now, every day, a considerable number of Richeiros curse Orlando and curse him for not dying well, and those who have lost their jobs and financial resources are the most vicious.

Because of Orlando, the family might not even be able to survive.

A large number of goods are piled up, and in this era of underdeveloped transportation, it means that the capital chain is directly stuck. And food has become the rarest of things.

If it weren't for the fact that the snow in Carrar wasn't so cold, at least a third or even half of Richero's people would have frozen to death this year.

"It's all the fault of that maggot-brained Orlando, otherwise how could Lao Tzu do this kind of work...... You're right, Joseph. ”

In the cemetery in the north of the city, a brown-haired young man shook his legs, put his hands in his arms, and scolded casually while trembling.

Sitting beside him was a young man whose upper face, including his eyes, was entangled in strips of cloth.

But Joseph did not leave him, and his lips were pursed.

"It's getting dark...... His grandmother's really doesn't want to do this. Hey, Joseph, let's go get something to bake and eat. Like a chicken? ”

"There you go. I watched. ”

“…… Cut. I'm not going to go myself. This place is weirdly eerie. ”

The brown-haired young man's face froze, and he forced the conversation with two dry coughs: "Speaking of which, my uncle said that he would get me to the port for a while. Although I am a little tired there, and the food is not as good as here, at least I don't have to sleep at night guarding this grave...... Why don't I tell my uncle and ask him to get you over too?" You're blind......"

At this, the brown-haired young man suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately stopped talking about it.

But it was clear that it was too late. Joseph replied in a hard voice, "No. I love my job. ”

…… Nonsense. Who would love the job of a grave keeper.

But for a while, the young man couldn't find a new topic.

The atmosphere became awkward again, and Joseph leaned directly against the tombstone and prepared to sleep.

His almost pale skin, tattered clothes, and crooked tombstone unexpectedly gave him a sense of fit that he should have been.

Looking back, the young man seems to have had a special interest in the job. He guards this purpose like a dragon guarding a treasure. Enthusiastic to an unusual degree.

Coupled with his dry voice, and the upper half of his face, which is said to be rotten and wrapped in strips of cloth that is never seen......

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart. The deep cold air invaded from the outside, and his legs and feet could barely move. He was so nervous that he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

…… He won't, really......

He shuddered, and did not dare to look at Joseph again. (To be continued.) )