Through the jungle by the river, a wide road appears in front of you.

Wren remembers that this road was one of the main roads into the city, and a few kilometers north of Longshand. It was now dawn, and a farmer was on his way with a horse-drawn cart full of fresh vegetables and food, ready to be sold at the city's vegetable market.

There are also pedestrians like Wren, who are in a hurry and running for life.

Walking on the road, Wren noticed that his physical fitness was quite good, his physical strength was very good, at least much stronger than in his previous life, and it seemed that he had not learned anything in the academy in the past three years.

I don't know if it's the benefits brought by the crossing, or the physical fitness is too good, the wound on the back of the head seems to be getting better quickly, and it doesn't hurt at all. If it weren't for the touch with his hands, there would be a dull pain, and Wren wondered if the wound had completely healed.

As he walked, Wren's attention swept over the little red flower, and immediately enlarged into an operation interface in front of him, and he noticed the change at a glance.

"Hmm, the battery has risen by a bar, and it turns out that physical recovery is equivalent to charging. ”

This discovery made Wren overjoyed, and he no longer had to fear running out of power.

"It should be that the healthier my body, the higher the battery. ”

Wren was thoughtful, but he didn't think it made sense.

According to the current state of the body, even if it is fully recovered, the power will only reach about 10% at most, so how can it rise to 100%?

What happens when the battery is 100% full?

There are so many questions to explore.

As he pondered, a movement came from behind him.

Wren looked back and saw a black car driving on the road, seemingly in a hurry to enter the city, and the driver kept honking his horn to drive the carriage and pedestrians in front of him.

The car was guarded on both sides and behind by four squire-like men, dressed in light armor and carrying long swords at their waists, who skillfully kept a proper distance from the car on their horses to avoid collisions, and did not go too far away, so that they could protect the owner of the car at any time.

There was chaos on the road, and the farmers hurriedly pulled over to the side of the carriage, and the people gave way to the side of the road.

Wren also quickly dodged away.

Soon, the car passed in front of it, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the horsemen followed suit, leaving a series of horseshoe prints on the ground.

Watching this group of people leave, Wren had a strange feeling.

He knew that the world had a high level of industry, especially in the application of steam machinery, even higher than the earth, but seeing a car driving in front of him with his own eyes, followed by a few cavalry, this picture was really a bit out of place.

In the words of the previous life, the painting style is wrong!

As the car passed by, he made a special observation.

The shape of the car looks similar to that of a car on Earth, but there are still a few differences in details, the windows are ornately decorated, covered with a curtain, the internal structure is not visible, and the white smoke from the back of the car has no obvious odor, it looks like water vapor, because it is powered by a steam engine.

"It's amazing to be able to make steam-powered cars to this point, and it's not slow. ”

In Wren's memory, he never sat in a car.

Because the car is one of the most high-end mechanical products, the price is extremely expensive, only the aristocracy, the rich or the extraordinary can afford it, and the average person may not have the opportunity to ride in the car once in his life. I didn't see what the people in the car looked like just now, but I think it must be either rich or expensive.

As we get closer to the city, the road is getting wider and wider, and the number of pedestrians is gradually increasing, and the farmland along the road is endless, and there are already many farmers working in the fields.

It was already a suburb of Lonzand, with factories, plantations, pastures, and private estates of the aristocracy in addition to farmland.

Soon after, a sprawling city came into view.

From afar, a large number of buildings make up the endless city, and the closer you get to the city center, the taller the houses become. Although there are no skyscrapers that can easily exceed 100 meters like the metropolises of the earth, they are not lagging behind in terms of prosperity and are very densely populated.

This is the city of Longshand, one of the most prosperous cities in the empire, with a permanent population of over a million!

There are no walls, but the defenses are very strong.

Wren noticed at a glance that every few hundred meters there was a conspicuous stone tower in the city, thirty or forty meters high, and the top looked like a fort.

Weapons were mounted on the tower, but they were covered with tarpaulin, so that the contents could not be seen.

Wren knew that underneath the tarpaulin was a steam ballista, a very powerful weapon that was said to have a range of up to 500 paces, and was a powerful weapon for defending cities in this world.

There are no walls, but there are checkpoints on the main road into the city.

Because it was not too long after dawn to enter the city, the guards stationed at the checkpoint did not check every carriage or person, but only occasionally stopped a few people to ask a few words and let them go.

Wren was out of town a lot, and he didn't have anything to fear, so he walked over as usual.

"Stop. ”

A heavily armed guard suddenly stood in front of him, his gaze scanning Wren.

Wren immediately reacted, the clothes on his body were not completely dry, and they looked crumpled, but he didn't expect to attract the attention of the guards.

"My lord, I went out before dawn in the morning, I couldn't see the road clearly, and I accidentally fell into the river. ”

Wren took the initiative to explain, took out a white card from the pocket of his jacket and handed it over.

On the way back to the city, he checked everything on his body, and found nothing but his clothes, except for a key and this peculiar card.

The card is about the size of an ID card, is made of very hard material and is difficult to break, and has Wren's black and white portrait on it, as well as brief identification information. The most important thing is the dozens of small holes on one side of the card, which are read by placing the card into a large precision machine, through which the authenticity can be distinguished.

Wren's card is issued by the academy as a pass to enter and exit the academy.

The college pass is a more precious thing, and it is a status symbol that ordinary people can't get, so it is common in many places, and it will be released as long as the card is displayed.

Sure enough, as soon as the guard saw the card, he let down his guard and confirmed that the avatar on the card was Wren himself, and immediately got out of the way.

Wren put away his cards and walked along the road into the city.

The main road in the city is very wide enough to accommodate several horse-drawn carriages in parallel, there is a gas street lamp every ten meters, horse-drawn carriages and cars drive in the middle, and pedestrians can only take the sidewalks on both sides.

The street paved with stone slabs is full of traffic, and the houses on both sides are lined up, most of them are based on stone, supplemented by wooden planks and a small number of bricks, the short ones are only two or three floors, and the highest can be built up to five or six floors, and the top is red tiles, and the architectural style is very uniform.

The streets were bustling with people, and most of them were in a hurry.

All kinds of people passed by, postmen delivering letters, housewives buying groceries, apprentices working part-time, coachmen full of goods, and children playing. Some of the houses on the street are the homes of ordinary people, but there are also a large number of shops. Clothing stores, restaurants, grocery stores, blacksmiths, bookstores, wet markets, pubs, inns, newsstands...... There are all walks of life, and the whole city is full of life.

Walking in the midst of an exotic city, Wren looked around curiously.

He was reminded of the cities of the European Middle Ages.

But the two are absolutely different, first of all, the sanitary situation here is very good, there are well-designed drainage channels on the roadside, and the ground is paved with smooth stones, which will never turn into a quagmire when it rains;

Secondly, the architectural style here is very different from the European Middle Ages.

Wren doesn't know much about architectural history and can't say what the specific differences are.

From the perspective of personal senses alone, the architecture of Longshande is more atmospheric, and he likes to use large stones as the main material, and then carve ornaments on the stone, decorate all kinds of statues, and try his best to make the house more spacious and bright, giving people a sense of solemnity.

This style of architecture has a strong religious overtone, somewhat similar to Baroque architecture, but more like ancient Greek architecture, and majestic.

Suddenly, a burst of aroma wafted from the street-side dining, causing his stomach to rumble, interrupting Wren's thoughts.

He touched his empty pocket, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: "Damn, kill people and touch the corpse, and search all my money, this account will have to be settled sooner or later." ”

Swallowing his saliva, Wren could only speed up his pace to return to his apartment.

In my memory, the former body hid a sum of money in the crack of the wall of the apartment, which was saved before, although it was not much, but it was enough to live for a while.

Rennes' apartment is in the Los district, not far away.

The inhabitants of Los are ordinary citizens, only slightly better than the slums, and the rent is cheaper, so he can afford it.

Ten minutes later, Wren finally came to the downstairs of the apartment, went through the main door to the third floor, and took out the key in front of the door at the end of the corridor to open the door and enter.

The room is small and simply furnished, with only a bed and a set of tables and chairs, as well as a wardrobe against the wall, and a simple bathroom next to it.

Wren took off his uncomfortable wet clothes and threw them into the bathroom, where he had a bag of bread he bought yesterday on the table, picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.

He had never felt so hungry, as if he hadn't eaten in days.

Nibbling on the cold, hard bread and a glass of water, Wren devoured the tiger smoke and quickly ate the entire bag of bread. The bread was supposed to be the size of three days of breakfast, but he was still only half-full, and he felt like he could eat more.

But at least I'm not so hungry, and I'm gradually recovering my strength.

After alleviating his hunger, Wren took off his last pair of shorts and entered the bathroom, took a comfortable cold shower, and then dried it with a towel, and came out refreshed.

When he walked to the wardrobe, he was about to change into a set of clean clothes, but found that there was a half-human-high mirror on the wardrobe door, which clearly reflected his current appearance.

He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror.

The height of this body is close to 1.8 meters, the body is slightly thin, but it is quite well-proportioned, and the muscle contours are relatively obvious, which has been trained in the academy in the past three years.

The most important thing is that the capital is also very strong, Wren glanced down and had a satisfied smile on his face.

The fly in the ointment is that the skin is bruised and purple, and there are bruises everywhere, which is shocking, as if someone has beaten him, which is also the reason why I felt pain all over my body when I first crossed over. As for the injury at the back of his head, he found a palm-sized mirror in his desk, stood in front of the dressing mirror and reflected at each other, and finally saw the wound.

The wound had healed a lot, and when I lifted my hair, I could only see a bloody indentation, the shape of which was relatively regular and round, and the contrast of the skin on the edge of the indentation was very strong, obviously caused by a heavy blow with a blunt object.

Wren lowered the mirror, his eyes cloudy, because he knew what was going on.