Chapter 101: The Arrival of My Compatriots
. Shumilou.CoM.Shumilou.Co
"Da-da-da-da-" accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves stepping on the stone road and the sound of "quack-squeak" of the axles. Caravans drove slowly down the streets of 'Ulrique'. The rising sun cast a shadow in the alleyway like a ruined city wall because of the undulating but close houses that were close together. At the same time, a zigzag yin and yang dividing line was drawn on the white roof of the caravan.
Naturally, the passengers in the caravan did not like the rickety cramped environment. The few who got the front of the position naturally squeezed into the front of the tent and began to observe the outside environment with their own eyes. But what they saw didn't make them happy.
The civilian quarters of 'Ulrique' are mostly the kind of alleys they see as characterless: the pavement is polished by the soles of pedestrians' shoes, and the roads are lined with plastered walls that look white. Only the bluish-gray near the foundation, like a dream in the early morning, indicates the antiquity of the building.
At this time, it is close to early autumn, and the mischievous wind shuttles freely in this alley full of life. For a moment it struggled with the merchant who was carrying his load through the streetsβboth sides tore at the felt hat on the merchant's head. One moment he lifted the skirts of the girls or women who were talking about the short of the parents, and the next he pushed the children's toys around. And the clothes that were drying on the string outside were blown "hula-la-" straight sound.
Of course, from the perspective of modern people, whether it is this alleyway that seems a little gray. Or the rooms on both sides can't bring people a good mood. You must know that the road surface here is not the beautiful appearance of the Jiangnan water town before the crossing. It's not just scattered garbage. Due to the people coming and going, the dust on the ground is not as dusty as it was in old Beijing 49 years ago, but it is still a lot.
Although the municipal authorities have arranged for personnel to clean up the garbage here on a regular basis. However, pedestrians still need to be careful to deal with the "mines" on the pavement of the alleys. After all, this is not a civilized city baptized by a modern craft civilization society. In terms of the level of hygiene in the ghetto, it is only a little better than that of the metropolises such as Paris and London in the 19th century.
A girl with a little playful freckles on her cheeks retracted her head from outside the canopy and complained dissatisfiedly: "If I remember correctly, this should be the capital of the Norhan Kingdom!" How can it be like this, this environment is so much better than my last place of birth. β
"Little sister, you're thinking too much! Judging from the level of industry and civilization shown in the game, it is very good to be able to have such a thing. You'd better not get your hopes up too much, lest you be hit by reality at that time. At this moment, such an oily and slippery voice sounded in the carriage. For a moment, many passengers under the tent frowned.
Soon one of the men with a square face snorted angrily: "Young man." If you want to attract the attention of the little girl in this way, you need to do your homework beforehand. If you were like that half bucket of water just now, you don't have to show it off! β
As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered a series of laughter. Many of the passengers in the carriage were already dissatisfied with the young man who had pretended to be before. With such an opportunity, it is natural that you will not let go of these players who enter the game. It seems to have let go of those masks in reality, and behaved more bluntly and sincerely.
"What do you mean by that?" And the young man who was robbed and ridiculed by others, in addition to his face flushed at this time, only held back such a sentence.
The square-faced man who had targeted him at first smiled indifferently. "Like I said, young man, you have to be ready even if you have to pretend! Don't use the half-bucket of water to fool people after reading other people's comments on the forum. After all, this game is a world with supernatural abilities, although it is a little difficult to promote, but the lives of those so-called nobles are not necessarily much worse than in our reality! β
"That's right! I was born in Ulrique. Don't look at the dirty mess on the road now, that's because this is a civilian area where the big guys rarely come back. Not to mention the aristocratic district that ordinary people can't enter, even the environment in the business district and the upper city is very different from here. Soon, someone spoke to support the square-faced man's claim.
At this time, someone in the caravan interjected: "It turns out that your previous place of origin was also in 'Ulrike'!" That was much luckier than me. The place where I came was a small manor where birds don't, but the second point was ransacked by a group of big goblins. Hehe! On the third day of my arrival, I let the damn goblin gnaw at it. You heard that right, the goblins gnawed to death with their teeth......"
Although the person in front of him didn't say what happened to him later. But with such a beginning, unless the other party suddenly comes to operate, I'm afraid the next mix will not be very good. It's no wonder that he exhausted his ten resurrection chances early, and he didn't leave any decent experience. I can only wait until now to re-enter the game.
Fortunately, most of the people in the carriage did not have a hobby of revealing each other's scars. On the contrary, it was the square-faced man who comforted him: "I think this time you shouldn't have to worry about the kind of thing that happened to you again." You know, this is the capital of the kingdom of Nohan. Not to mention goblins, even dragons wouldn't dare to come here to spread wild. β
"If it's so safe, then why did you consume your resurrection number so early, this gentleman!" The young man who had been robbed of his white before immediately asked. This guy was clearly unhappy with the square-faced man who had ruined his plan - he didn't seem to think about whether his flawed behavior would be able to fool the girl in front of him, and it was also unknown!
However, this guy's deliberate difficulties did not affect his goal much. A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the person he targeted: "There is indeed no external threat, but this does not mean that 'Ulrik' is a paradise on earth!" Just to see the difference between the civilian area and the commercial area. You should know the rules here. Of course, if I say too much, you may not remember it once. Now it's up to you to experience it for yourselves! It's full of opportunities, though. But the water is deep! β
The noise in the tent did not seem to affect the aboriginal coachmen who were driving the car in front. With the movement of his horsewhip in his hand, the carriage under his butt soon drove into a square in the slums. It is said to be a square, but in fact there is no fountain or vegetation statue in the open space in the middle of the slum.
In addition to the hawkers with baskets, there are many stalls with wooden poles and tarpaulins to set up shades, square boxes and wooden tables to hold goods. A few well-dressed bards, flutes playing flutes, pianos playing harps. In front of them were the hats, and among the coppers were a few shiny silver horns.
Of course, in addition to the country slang that is popular with the common people. There was also a wafted aroma of evaporated grease - in a booth not far from the players, a middle-aged man with a round face was shouting hard. But even his linen-colored clothes looked clean and tidy. But his greasy black hair was enough to stop the players. Of course, for aboriginal diners, there are no such scruples, and the long queue scheduled during his lifetime is the best proof of this.
"I didn't expect it to be so lively here!" The player who had just come off his horse immediately made such a sound when he saw what was happening in front of him.
The square-faced man, who was half a 'local', immediately said, "Looks like our Advent Day is the trading day of this civilian area!" Don't blame me for not reminding you, this is a good opportunity to trigger the mission. If you grasp it well. It's still very helpful for you to integrate into Ulrique. β
After saying this, the square-faced man ignored the other players behind him, and quickly blended into the noisy environment. If someone is confident in observing, they will find that he seems to be squeezing into the densest crowds, intentionally or unintentionally. Seems to be quite experienced with this situation.
As he said, the environment of the current trading day is quite favorable for players who suddenly appear in Ulrique. The so-called trading day refers to the form of commodity trading activities that are held on a regular basis. It is said that it was first initiated by the Church, and at that time it was often held near the temple on religious festivals.
In the early days, they seemed to have carried religious rituals and activities, and slowly the business gradually turned to the secular. It has become a form of trade organization that is common in the era and region of the underdeveloped commodity economy. Of course, a trading day is not something that can be held just because you want to, it has a specific periodic law.
This is often related to the nature of the venue and the pattern of the caravans. Larger trading days also attract some wandering entertainers who are looking for a bite to eat. Of course, in a real city like Ulrique, the business district is arguably a day of trading every day - but for the residents of the downtown. It's not just an opportunity for them to connect with each other. More importantly, in addition to the festivals of the year, their main time for entertainment and relaxation is to relax.
In fact, it's not for nothing that the system keeps players coming up with a trading day. Because this kind of activity is often accompanied by a large number of outsiders begging for a living, it can also make the player's landing on the land less abrupt. Of course, this disguise is more obvious in smaller villages and towns. Ulrique, on the other hand, is the icing on the cake.
It's just that the arrival of the player this time has also brought a trace of influence to the blood-stained gray flowers in the Boreham Chamber of Commerce. After all, it's no secret that players arrive at the same time, and posts on offline forums have swiped out tall buildings a few days ago - netizens in this era are more idle than ever because they have too much time.
The kitten who was leaning on Rieli's arms yawned and asked, "Barrett, are you going to take a look at our new compatriots?" If you're lucky, you might be able to find a few good seedlings from it! β
Just gave Claudia. Barrett, Auditore and Noodles, who handed out the 'Dimensional Stride Boots' and the 'Shift Anklet', still hasn't come to remember to hang the 'British Blood Vial' on the Broken Peak Mo Knife. I had to put down the work in my hand and began to deal with the catboy's question: "Good seedling? I don't expect much of this kind of thing. In terms of the overall number of players. That's all looking for a needle in a haystack. And don't forget, Lalu, we're a long way away from players who are entering for the second time. In other words, even if they find any good seedlings, it will be difficult for them to keep up with the pace of our current battle. β
"That's right! That's right! If a new person joins now. I'm afraid that the cooperation between us has started to re-plan again. Besides, those who don't know the roots, I don't feel comfortable taking risks together. "While playing with the 'shift anklet' that she just arrived, Claudia. Auditore recounted his own opinion.
And the noodles on the side directly put the pair of 'dimensional stride boots' on the feet. After completing his initial attunement to the strange thing, he jumped off the stool he was sitting on and walked to Barrett's side: "Anyway, if those compatriots re-enter the game, will it have any effect on Ulrique's situation?" β
"I don't know. It depends on their own behavior! Barrett paused, "But I think with the experience of the last time, they shouldn't have behaved so irrationally." You must know the impulse at that time, but it made many players easily consume their resurrection opportunities. β
Hearing this, Rielie didn't agree with Barrett's point of view: "Barrett, you are underestimating the spirit of death of our compatriots. Bet that even with the last lesson, at least 10 percent of them will continue to make trouble for themselves and others. β
"Ten percent?" Barrett frowned, "Isn't that too much?" One percent is amazing, okay! β
"Let's just bet or not!" Rielly stoodly asked, "You know, not everyone enters the game to experience life or earn credits. There are many players whose purpose is to vent their extreme emotions that they dare not vent in reality. There is something you think you can't do for that kind of person. β
In the face of Rieli's confident performance, Barrett shrank very rarely. (To be continued)
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