After seeing the City of Dawn, which was completely different from what he had imagined, the young halfling, Claessen, felt like he had been greatly shocked.

He had the impression that the vampire castle must have been built in a dark cavern, dark and bloody, but the current situation is that if the city can be called dark and bloody, then this world is that there is no good camp.

It's an unbelievable city where all races live together in such harmony.

The god of halflings was above, and this was simply the most outrageous thing he had ever seen in his life.

Vampires laugh with humans, goblins make bets with dwarves, cyclops let a child ride on their shoulders, orcs look at the crowd with a smile......

How did these races come together?

Wouldn't they feel that the other person was in danger?

Won't they fight each other??

This magical scene is not even mentioned in the absurd legends of the troubadours.

It's a pity that this halfling's full of questions obviously has no one to answer him.

After ascertaining that all three hundred halflings had arrived, human warriors dressed in dwarven armor stepped forward and led them to their dwellings.

Although Claeson is the leader of the team, the command is already in the hands of the surrounding soldiers at this time, and he can only obey the arrangements of these people.

But he didn't have any additional thoughts about it, because Claeson felt that his eyes were not enough, and like the halflings around him, he looked around the strange city with a look of amazement, and everything he saw seemed very fresh.

Clean and tidy streets free of garbage and stench, majestic and respected patrols of humans led by vampires, and smiling and curious crowds of people who pass by are not seen in them the most fearful thing they should have......

These things should have been ordinary in the old days, but in this vampire-ruled city, Claessen felt like a veil of mystery.

The city refreshed his perception of the surface and his preconceived notions.

It turns out that vampires are not all evil and murderous, and the humans they rule can even show such pure smiles.

It turned out that the female priest who was preaching in the Black Iron Castle, that kind of gentle smile, was not rare in this city, but everyone could have it on their faces.

Although it was only a preliminary contact, Clayson inexplicably felt the charm of the city, which attracted him more than the Black Iron Castle.

Walking down the street to a residential area, three hundred halflings were scattered across floors.

"Lord Clayson, this is your residence, you can use this house as you like, please keep the key, if you lose it, it will be very troublesome.

Also, may I introduce you to the use of various things in the house......"

Clayson, who had a separate room, was still a little unconscious from the shock in his heart at this time, looking at the human warriors in armor in the room, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, coughed lightly, and asked.

"Your Excellency, is the City of Dawn like this on a daily basis?"

Hearing this, the young warrior was slightly stunned, and looked at Claison with some confusion, not knowing what this strange halfling wanted to ask.

"Lord Claesson, what do you want to ask?"

"Are the humans, orcs, and goblins of Daybreak City living together like this on weekdays?"

Claisson's eyes were full of doubts, and his eyes were staring at the human warrior in front of him, trying to see some shortcomings, but he was disappointed, and the other party had always answered as a matter of course.

"But wouldn't they be hostile to each other and even attack each other?"

Claison is still very puzzled, how can different races get along?

In the Black Iron Castle, although it is nominally forbidden for the various races to fight each other, a large number of corpses can be found in the sewers every day......

"Your Excellency Claessen, because our ruler is the great Kachar, we are different.

We are the people who are ruled by His Majesty himself, the glorious inhabitants of Dawn, all of whom obey the rules set by His Majesty, and all of whom love the city. ”

The young human warrior's tone was full of pride and pride that overflowed from his heart.

"Your Excellency Claisson, the City of Dawn has never distinguished between high and low by race, not by birth, not by skin color, not by creed, not by gender or age.

Here, we're looking at points, i.e., how much they contribute to the City of Daybreak.

Those who have contributed to the City of Dawn are the ones who deserve our respect.

Otherwise, even if you are a dragon, you will only be able to line up behind an ordinary resident.

Lord Claesson, Daybreak is a city of freedom, a great city, and believe me, what you see is only the tip of the iceberg of Daybreak.

Maybe in a month, you'll fall in love with the city as much as I do. ”

The words of the human warrior slammed into Claisson's heart like a battering ram, shattering his inherent three views.

There is no distinction between high and low according to race, not by birth, not by skin color, not by creed, not by gender and age...... Is there really such a city in this world?

Claisson, who has been educated in the traditional culture of halflings, wants to refute this view, in the Black Iron Castle, those gray dwarves, gnomes, and lizardmen are all inferior beings, and halflings are the highest race.

But in this city, he had just seen that scene with his own eyes, but he couldn't say anything to refute in his heart.

At the same time, there was a great difference in my heart.

If Black Iron City is like this, then he may not be embezzled by his superiors and will not be sent to this city......

The human warrior saw that the halfling did not speak for a long time, and he believed that after living in the City of Dawn for a while, the other party would definitely agree with his thoughts, just as he once did.

After a moment of silence, the human warrior changed the subject.

"Lord Claisson, please allow me to introduce you to the unique living facilities of the City of Dawn in the house, otherwise you may not use ......"

Claeson smiled when he heard this, how could an ordinary room have something he wouldn't use?

He was about to refute, but then he saw a scene that made him stunned.

A small pipe called tap water can flow a stream of clean and thorough water, and it is known as the eternal spring, as long as it is not closed, it can always flow.

There is also a bath room that can flow hot water as soon as you flip the switch, the human warrior said that this is a hot water supply in the experimental stage, and there is no city-wide equipment at the moment, but this is amazing enough.

What's more, there is also the so-called heating, which also heats up quickly as long as the switch is turned on, keeping the cold out.

All kinds of magical alchemy made Claessen feel that this ordinary room immediately became different.

The young halfling was very excited, and thought that he was respected, and the other party specially arranged a good house for him, and thought of thanking the other party fiercely.

But unexpectedly, the human warrior actually said that everyone has this kind of treatment.

The god of halflings is above, this magical alchemy creation, all the residents of the entire city can use it??

It's unbelievable, it's amazing that this kind of alchemy creation can be used by ordinary people......

Claeson suddenly felt a little numb, as if in this city, everything is normal.

This resurfaced the question in his mind that no one had answered him...... What kind of city is this, exactly?

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The next day, Claeson woke up early, and last night because of the heating, the room was very warm, so he slept unusually peacefully.

This also made the halfling feel strange, he had always been vigilant, he was easily awakened even when he slept in the Black Iron Castle, but he fell asleep when he lay down in the city.

Perhaps it was the happy-smiling inhabitants of the city's streets that reassured him that there were no dangers everywhere in the underworld......

After last night's heavy snowfall, there was a warm winter sun in the morning, and the moment Clayson pushed open the door, the gentle sunlight just shone on him, warm, making this halfling who had never felt the sun feel happy instantly.

When he came to the corridor and held on to the somewhat cold railing, he looked at the logistics staff who were clearing the snow on the street, and his expression was slightly subtle.

For the first time, he felt that perhaps he was lucky to be in a city ruled by vampires.

With a smile on his face, the young halfling turned and went downstairs, today they were going to meet at the Magical Industry Research Institute, the place where the human warrior had informed him last night, and he had not forgotten his job to work with the City of Dawn to develop a new bow and crossbow.

At this time, Claisson was inexplicably looking forward to what happened next......

Time passed day by day, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Claessen felt deeply attracted to this free city.

Whether in life or work, everything here is ten times stronger than the Black Iron Castle.

At work, the Institute of Magical Industry has plenty of magical materials for him to study, and no matter how ridiculous his ideas are, no one will laugh at them or disdain them, and there are even goblins and dwarves involved in the discussion...... This made Claessen extremely satisfied.

He felt respect that he had never felt before......

This kind of respect is not only in work, but also in life, the most typical is that as long as he wears the badge of the Magic Industry Research Institute, he will look at him with respect when he walks on the street, regardless of gender, age or age.

This is the feeling he has never felt in the Black Iron Castle, the gray city has always given him mutual vigilance, and most of his research results and ideas are also greedy to take it for themselves, and he has never felt happy in the Black Iron Castle...... I've never felt so important.

But in the City of Dawn, even if you work with others to develop certain projects, as long as you make a gain, you will be rewarded by the Magic Industry Research Institute.

And no one will deduct half a point, and even the greater the results of his research, the more resources will be allocated, and he will be more respected because of his research results.

Claessen felt that this was the real place to be researched, compared to the fact that Black Iron Keep was a place that even filthy cavemen disdained.

And the halflings who came to Daybreak City with him, except for a few spies sent by Black Iron Castle, most of them had little difference from his thoughts.

They have a deep affection for this tolerant, open, free and welcoming city.

Claessen had countless questions about why the city had become so attractive, but in the end, the result of the inquiry was directed at one person, the lord of the city, the lord of Cachar.

What's even more exaggerated is that the Dawnbreaker Sect that sent the human priest to the Black Iron City to preach turned out to be the Cachar City Lord.

In other words, the master of the city is a deity - the god of dawn.

Although he had never heard of the name of this deity, judging from the teachings of the other party and the actions of the believers, he was undoubtedly a deity belonging to the camp of light.

But this surprised Claessen even more.

A vampire, why would he be a god of the Light camp?

Is it true that the vampires are not the legendary dark vampires, but the Holy Light Bloods, as the believers and residents say.

The patriarch of the Holy Light Bloodline, Kachar, was originally the god of dawn with infinite power, but he gave up his infinite power to save the suffering races of the main plane...

Although this statement is fantastical and unacceptable, the existence of this city is incredible, and what makes him even more incredible is that he should accept such a statement that used to seem extremely absurd to him.

As a result, Claeson became interested in the Daybreak Sect.

After working at the Institute of Magical Industries during the day, he would often go to the Church of Daybreak to learn about the great sect.

Before coming to Daybreak, he had never thought of a god worthy of his faith, not even a halfling god...... But now, he has found a sense of spiritual belonging here.

He agrees with the doctrines of the Daybreak Sect and the way it treats its followers.

This magical sect never forces its followers to pray every day, and even in the mouth of the Daybreak Priest often says that the Daybreak Sect is a sect that brings a happy life to the residents, and if prayer takes up their time, then there is no need to pray,

As long as the heart is religious, then these formal actions are not so important. ”

This statement was simply shocking, and it was the first time he had seen the priest of the temple talk to the believers in this way, and the priest in the demigod temple was eager to ask the believers to pray to the gods twenty-four days a day.

The way the two do things is simply worlds apart.

And he was also very impressed by the fact that the Daybreaker Sect was not averse to the inhabitants of other sects, and even whether they believed in the Daybreak Sect or not, they could enter the church to observe and listen to the priest's preaching......

Claeson was fascinated by his tolerant and liberal attitude, and he enjoyed going to church even more......

He loved the stories about the founding of Daybreak under the crown of Cachar, and he loved listening to Daybreak priests preach the teachings of truth, goodness, and beauty......

"Claesson? It's been early today......"

Claessen, who had left work early, sat in the first row of the Dawn Chapel.

Hearing the voice beside him, he turned his head slightly, and a sincere smile appeared on his face after seeing the person who came.

"Good night, Lord Patril", after speaking, he turned his head to the little boy who was holding Patril's hand next to him, "Little Pat, hello ......"

"Say hello to Lord Claesson, who works at the Institute of Magical Industries......"

Patril smiled and patted little Pat on the shoulder.

Little Pat, who was already eight or nine years old, had a light eye and immediately stepped forward to say hello.

"Good night, Uncle Claesson, are you really working at the Magical Industries Research Institute? I heard that there are many magical alchemy creations in it......"

"Yes, it's a lot of interesting alchemical creations, if I have time, I can take you to visit my laboratory next time......"

"Wow~" The little guy instantly became excited, "Thank you, Uncle Claisson, you are the most handsome halfling I have ever seen......"

Claeson laughed.

Patril couldn't help but smile and touched the little guy's head, "Let's go play in the backyard and come back when it's time for the prayer ceremony." ”

"Okay, father......"

After little Pat left, Patril sat on the seat next to Claisson, and said with some emotion, "This little guy is really lucky to meet the crown ...... Cachar."

Claison was slightly stunned, and said a little puzzled: "Your Excellency Patril, why do you say that?" ”

Patrill smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for His Majesty, even if we didn't starve to death, I'm afraid we would only be begging for food in Green City now."

Not to mention that now the little guy can go to the Dawn Academy to learn the magic and knowledge that only the noble lord can learn, but whether he can survive is a question......"

Hearing this, Claeson became interested, "Lord Patril, is there any story here?" ”

Patrill glanced at Claeson a little strangely, "Don't you know the origin of Daybreak?" Yesterday's church history seems to have only ......"

"Huh? I ......" Claeson touched his nose a little embarrassed, "I was experimenting with new magic materials yesterday and didn't come......

But I've heard a part of history, and you were brought back by His Majesty Kachar himself? ”

Patril smiled slightly, his tone deep, and began to reminisce about the winter of three years ago.

"It was winter, and the inhabitants of Eric's town were praying that the orcs would not come, but the orcs came......

Then we fled to Greentown......

At last......

In this way, we became residents of the City of Daybreak, and because of this, we have the life we have now. After saying that, a deep admiration had risen in Patril's eyes.

"The greatness of the crown cannot be described by all the words of praise, Lord Claessen, you are fortunate that you can be so close to the glory of the crown......"

Claisson's expression was subtle as he listened to how Eric's town was brought back to the uninhabited City of Daybreak, and then how the City of Daybreak had developed to its current state.

"Lord Patril, I really envy your luck......"

"No, Lord Claessen, if you want to say envy, you still have to envy you clever researchers.

Your Majesty said that magic and alchemy are the driving force for the development and progress of the city, and I didn't understand it before, but seeing that the City of Dawn has become better with your efforts, I suddenly realized that His Majesty is indeed His Majesty, and he is the real wise man. ”

Hearing this, the young halfling was proud and a little embarrassed.

"Lord Patrier, this is what we should do......"

After finishing speaking, my heart moved, and an irrepressible thought rose, but I wanted to say something and stopped, and I couldn't say what I wanted to say.

Seeing the other party's hesitant expression, Patril smiled.

"Your Excellency Claisson, if you have anything to say, say it boldly, this is the City of Dawn, as long as you don't desecrate the glory of the crown and destroy the harmony of the City of Daybreak, any speech is okay."

When Clayson heard this, he took a deep breath, followed his inner thoughts, and looked at the other party and said slowly.

"Lord Patril, I, can I join the Cult of Daybreak and become a follower under the crown of Cachar......"

Patril's smile grew brighter, "Claesen, the Daybreak Sect welcomes anyone's faith, and I'm glad you made the right choice......"

Hearing this, the pressure on Claisson's body disappeared, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face at the same time.

Turning his head and glancing at the mural in the church, Li Deru descended like a god, and the mural of saving the world was deeply engraved in the minds of the halflings.

Unexpectedly, the first halfling believer was quietly born.

And this was only the beginning of foreign missions.