"Wow...... It's not like the Coldwind I've been in before! ”

When Zhou Qingfeng inspected the artisan area, spy Powell was passing through the south gate of Coldwind City in a passenger carriage. As his vision gradually widened from the narrow doorway, a new city appeared in front of him.

I haven't seen him for half a year, and Coldwind City has completely changed.

The potholed roads were resurfaced with thick stone slabs, and the narrow street crossings were widened two or three times for two-way traffic. The houses on the side of the road have basically been renovated, and some have simply torn down the old ones and built large houses with two or three floors.

Every detail of the city is different, and the biggest thing is that the momentum of replacing the old with the new is unstoppable.

Passenger carriages drove to a special passenger station and stopped at a fixed platform. The platform has not been completely repaired, and workers come and go. But inns that sell food and provide accommodation have already been built.

Powell landed on his feet, and immediately someone came over and shouted, "Sir, do you want accommodation?" We have separate queen beds, hot water at night, and cooked food throughout the day.

There is also sex service, the best goods in the Northland, and an absolutely aristocratic experience. With the approval of His Excellency the lord, it is legal and compliant. ”

What the hell is this?

The shouting sounds so familiar, it makes people feel as if they have returned to Harmony Village. It's also very lively, with bars offering accommodation for adventurers, and the mud legs who solicit customers are particularly good at talking, and even the tone is exactly the same.

"Are there any new adventure maps you're going to open?" Powell frowned and asked, "You also want to sell me the secret book of the mysterious expedition, and by the way, sell me a lot of supplies for eating, drinking, and Lazar." ”

The solicitor was immediately overjoyed, "Sir, it seems that you are our old customer, and you must have been to Harmony Village, right?" Everything is fine in our village, which is still the most acclaimed adventurer gathering area in the Black Forest.

In order to expand our business, we have opened a branch in Coldwind City. But there is nothing about adventure in the city hotel, and more attention is paid to the living experience.

If you need it, we provide a public review of the whole city's Fengyue Street. It's all the hottest information, and it's guaranteed to make every gold coin you spend a lot of money. An unusual man like you, surely ......"

The solicitor grinned and pulled the paper roll out of his pocket.

When Powell saw this thing, he jumped up and stopped: "Stop, don't play this game with me again." I've been fooled once, and I will never do it a second time. ”

Before Powell finished speaking, he turned around and ran, for fear that he would be dragged to the forge to strike iron if he was slow. He never wanted to hear the sound of anvils and hammers again in his life.

It's just that as soon as His Excellency the spy left, the thin and tall Johnson came down from the carriage, and the demon pet Dudu. The owl suffocated in the carriage, and when it came out, it flapped its wings and took off, dangling in a circle.

Solicitors also pitched Johnson hotel accommodations, buying them with the most intimate and warm service. The latter was equally amazed by the changes in the city.

When Powell and Johnson fled Coldwind City half a year ago, the city was being remodeled. I didn't expect it to be over after half a year, and there was even a tendency to intensify.

This passenger terminal is something that has never been done before. In the past, tourists would go up and down at the city gates, and outsiders had to find their own way to stay in the accommodation. Hotels have always been a place of filth and dirt in the city, and there are endless cases of abduction and theft.

Now, there is a large sign written on the platform of the passenger station drop-off in a variety of characters.

"Victor of Coldwind City. The lord of Hugo protects the legitimate interests and safety of every foreign traveler. The city's law enforcement department is determined to crack down on any illegal and criminal acts, and any questions can be consulted by station personnel. ”

Considering that the vast majority of people are illiterate, there are uniformed people on the platform who repeatedly tell outsiders about the laws that must be followed in Coldwind City, and how to complain to the management department on the spot if they have trouble.

Since the lord roamed the city on the earth dragon for three days, the rules he had set were currently being implemented fairly well - the city was not that big, and the management boundary had not exceeded the limit of his activities.

Johnson was so intrigued by this that he turned his head and called out to his companion who had run away, "Hey, Powell, come and see." Victor. Hugo has come up with a new trick. ”

Powell stood in the distance, unmoved.

But the enthusiastic solicitors turned their faces and admonished Johnson unhappily: "Sir, it is very rude to call the lord's name in Coldwind City. ”

Johnson was stunned for a moment, carefully examining the solicitor in front of him. This is an ordinary poor ghost, not tall, not strong, dressed in tatters, and unable to see any ability.

But such a poor ghost dared to threaten the caster of spells from above. He also said viciously: "Reminder, don't take ignorance for fun. Your Excellency certainly doesn't care about your disrespect, but we don't allow it. ”

If Johnson takes a closer look, this is really an ordinary poor ghost who can't be ordinary anymore - the wrinkles on his face represent his hard background, the swarthy face represents poverty, and his short size means that he has been living at the bottom.

But he was such a poor man, he stared at Johnson with a straight face, and warned him not to speak ill of His Excellency—the illusionist who was high up was even a little afraid. After all, the city of Coldwind became strange when it fell into the hands of Hugo.

Johnson had to take a few steps back and compromise with a poor ghost. He quickly approached Powell and whispered angrily: "Are the people in this city all mentally controlled?"

How dare they threaten a noble caster like me. Can't they see the wizarding robes I'm wearing? I'm no ordinary person. They should get down on their knees and serve me. ”

Johnson was complaining under his breath, looking left and right, always feeling the people in the surrounding city staring at him. This feeling of being on your back is particularly uncomfortable, as if you are constantly being monitored.

Powell stood at the exit of the passenger station, and he bought a newspaper from a stall for ten copper coins. Johnson came over and complained unhappily, "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

"I can't believe my eyes, I haven't seen a newspaper in this city for half a year." Powell shook the crude papyrus in his hand, "This newspaper is a pure hand-copied copy, and it is full of four pages. ”

The newspapers in Coldwind City are published irregularly, and usually only one issue is published in six or seven days. Only 1,000 copies will be issued per issue. Since there was no cheap paper for the time being, and printing was not done, all newspapers were copied by hand.

"What's in this newspaper?" Johnson squeezed over to see.

Papyrus is pressed from grass stems, which is particularly coarse and inconvenient to write. The newspaper in Coldwind City is also messy, making it quite laborious to read.

But the headlines on the front page are clear – Lord Hugo announced that in order to reduce infant and maternal mortality, women must be required to marry at least 18 years old. Women who are physically unqualified are also prohibited from marrying.

The newspaper also detailed the dangers of women marrying and giving birth too early, listing detailed data, and ending with a punishment - those who forced women to marry early would be expelled from Coldwind City and even sentenced to death.

After Powell and Johnson read this, they both felt that Victor. Hugo was nosy. In the past, the aristocracy never had such a law, and even encouraged early marriage.

Doodoo would fly back and land on top of Johnson's messy head and croak, "What are you two nerds looking at?" Your silly expressions are like two dirt buns that have never entered the city. ”