Lulunaka's ride in the hitchhiker didn't go straight to where she wanted to go. As the carriage was about to go in a different direction, she jumped out of the back of the carriage and left the carriage, not knowing that it had a little guest in the carriage. As she left, Lulunaka left a fresh flower at the end of the carriage. When she gave flowers to the woman who gave the bread, she took out the same flowers, and God knows where she hid them in her body, and they didn't seem to be just one or two. If Lulunaka were to be a little girl selling flowers, then her trick of pulling out flowers out of thin air might bring her a lot of business for customers who like to see novelties.

"Thank you, little flower, I hope you can bring you a happy mood when you see it. Lulunaka waved her hand at the departing carriage and said goodbye to the coachman, who had been unaware. Lulunaka then looked around, and it seemed that she had left the diaspora and made her way to the residential area in the center. The residential area is the center of the King's Castle, and the rest of the district around it, whether it is the port area or the expatriate area, or the slum area near the city gates, or the church and palace districts, all border with this residential area.

The premise is that the King's Castle that Lulunaka knows has not changed with the passage of time. Looking at the surrounding buildings, Lulunaka thinks she's not mistaken, this place should be part of the neighborhood and not anything else. The roads have changed significantly, with dense stone-paved roads making the area more aesthetically pleasing, making it easier to get around and avoiding muddy roads due to rain. In the buffer zone between the diaspora and the residential area, the road condition is not so good, and the dirt road is like a boundary separating the expatriate and the residential area. It's as if the inhabitants of these two places are also mentally demarcated, clearly divided into two kinds of people.

Lulunaka turned her little head and looked around. No matter what changes happen to the city, she believes that only the people of the city will not change. After glancing around, she felt that she was not wrong in this judgment, everything will change, only the human heart, even if thousands of years have passed, maybe there will be no change.

"Seeing that nothing has changed in you, I am relieved. Lulunaka whispered, walking along the side of the road, observing the people walking around and the shops that were open. "Even the dead things in this place have been changed beyond recognition, but fortunately the people have not changed...... But that's a pity. ”

Everyone Lulunaka could see had a peaceful or anxious look on their faces, some were chatting with others with a relaxed and happy expression, some were arguing with others with anger on their faces, some were women with crying children, some were old men with crutches, and some young men with swords and leather armor, but they didn't know if he was an adventurer or a mercenary.

Lulunaka walked down the road and bought some cooked food at a mobile stall on the side. Lulunaka was given two loaves of bread and some hot bolognese. The loaf of bread was packed in a bag, and Lulunaka held the paper bag and poured the white meat sauce on top of the bread. This breakfast may be more abundant and luxurious for a petite girl, but for Lulunaka, it may just be enough to fill her stomach. As she walked, Lulunaka broke the hot bread and stuffed it into her mouth, the sauce falling on her fingers and the corners of her mouth. There were no pieces of meat in the bolognese, not even minced meat, but the fragrant sauce made Lulunaka eat with relish.

As Lulunaka ate, she heard the bell. It was a long bell, ringing three times.

The surrounding residents heard the bell, and although their reactions were mixed, most of them made a cross on their chests, clasped their hands together, and chanted prayers in their mouths.

The words of those prayers vary from person to person, but no matter how different they may be, they are actually the same for Lulunaka.

What is so different about the City of the Gods from other cities? not only because of the walls that have never been breached by foreign enemies, but also because the inhabitants of this city have a more devout faith, or rather, fanaticism.

Only Lulunaka didn't respond, walking through the praying crowd. She looked up at where the bell had come from. It was a bell tower, and it stood among the buildings of the inhabitants, and it looked so different. The large bell at the top of the bell tower is to be shaken, so that the bell can be heard in all directions. It is not the only one, such bell towers can be found everywhere in the castle of Kings. It serves both as a bell for worship and as a watchtower. Lulunaka was well aware that the tower was not intended to deal with the enemy, but against the changes that might arise in the city: rebellion, riot, famine, plague, ......

In the crowd that kept passing, Lulunaka was the only one who looked up at the tower that rang the bell. She turned around and waved at the tower, her torn bread still in her mouth, "Good morning, tall man, too." ”

She turned her head back and walked on, "I hope your back will continue to be straight for hundreds of years...... It's just that you probably can't change your voice, and it sounds quite irritating. ”

No one could hear Lulunaka's words clearly, no one cared, and no one thought she was talking about a tower.

Carriage after carriage passed by Lulunaka, along with riders on tall horses. Lulunaka didn't rush to choose her next means of transportation, and walked on the side of the road, letting the sound of the wheels and the shouts of the riders and drivers pass in her ears. As another wagon with goods passed, Lulunaka jumped on it, clinging to the edge of the carriage, her feet on the protruding planks of the chassis.

This time, however, she was not as lucky as the last time, and the man driving the carriage soon discovered that there was an uninvited guest in his carriage. "What are you doing, little girl?"

"Sir, may you give me a ride?"

"Nothing is free in the world. The coachman said, but looking at him, he didn't really plan to drive Lulunaka down.

"But flowers and smiles are free, sir. Lulunaka pulled a flower out of her bosom and threw it at the man. The flowers were firmly planted in the man's ear, which surprised him. Holding the slippery object in his ear, the man smiled. "Where are you going?"

"If you're going to the cathedral, then we're on the way, sir. ”

"Then we're at least half of the way together. The man laughed, "Sit tight in the back, little girl." ”

"Thank you very much, kind sir. ”

While Lulunaka sat in the carriage and shook her head, Julius was sitting at the foot of the wall in an alley somewhere, her head down. He was alone back to the rat path where Pasta had brought him the day, and when he came here with all his might, Julius didn't know what he was supposed to do. Yesterday the money was cheated and stolen, and if you want to find it back, it is probably just a waste of effort, it is better to think about how to solve the food problem in the past few days. But the environment and atmosphere of the rat path made him really not have the courage to go out of this alley again, and face the various eyes and faces—many of which he could not understand to Julius, but he could feel that it was not a beautiful thing, it was something that had been bred in the dark, and it gave off a rancid sweet smell.

It was already daylight, but there was no sky, no clouds, and no sun overhead, only a dirty ceiling. The rat passage is underground, connecting the sewers to the ground, a dimly lit place where the light is not isolated from this space, but it seeps into every brick, leaving only a faint light.

Julius sighed, and her stomach rang out in unison. His head rested on his knees, looking at the filthy floor at his feet. There were all sorts of cacophony coming from outside, swearing, screaming, and the soft, heart-pounding voices of women.

At this time, a pair of small feet appeared in front of his eyes. He looked up and saw a little girl. The little girl was very thin, looked to be no more than ten years old, dressed in tattered clothes, barefoot, with a disheveled head, and her whole body was so dirty that she could not see her face at all. It was a child who seemed to know what she was like, and Julius knew better—because he had been such a person.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and then the little girl handed Julius a half-nibbled biscuit, "Are you hungry?"

Before Julius could reply, his stomach rang again.