The girl dragged Draenor down the streets, and they passed by strange fruit shops, filled with melons and fruits that were as fragrant as flowers, and grocery stores full of strange metalwork.

Walking out of the alley, the two came to the market street.

"Ham! Sliced ham, delicious and not expensive! ”

"Squid whiskers! Conch meat! Sea urchin sea cucumber! ”

"Cheese! Cheese made with the traditional craftsmanship of Hecheng! Drawn in the heat! Delicious and fragrant! ”

The people here speak a language that is difficult to understand. But Delaeno admits that every item looks so delicious.

"Looks like you're starving, and your saliva is going to water. Let's go! Vicilico said to Draenor.

The two of them gradually made their way towards a luxurious building on the corner of the street. It was a Greek-style building, and the conspicuous and imposing signboard was also full of strange words. I couldn't read it, but the smell that came out of it told Draenor that it was supposed to be a restaurant.

As the two of them crossed the corner to enter the restaurant, someone suddenly burst out and grabbed one of Draenor's arms. He quickly turned his head, and it was a rickety old woman dressed like a shaman.

The old woman stared at Draenor up and down with wide, cloudy eyes, and said something threatening in a language that seemed like a threat.

Vicky slapped the old lady's hand away and argued something in language similar to what she said. She then took a few metal coins from her pocket and stuffed them into the old woman's hand, and led Draenor into the dining room.

She ordered some fruit pies and drinks for Draenor. While waiting for his meal, Draenor looked around, more like a tavern than a restaurant. All sorts of strange people sat around drinking and eating food.

The entire tavern is made of mahogany, and even the most basic lighting equipment is a crystal lamp, although at first glance it looks very luxurious and classy, but Draenor can feel very down-to-earth and comfortable.

There are no dining etiquette or rules here, and as long as you pay for it, you will be treated with excellent hospitality to a greater or lesser extent.

"Very good, this is probably the most welcoming restaurant in the whole of Vlaktu! I also come here a lot to play. The girl happily introduced Draenor.

"Pherd... What is Vlaktu?" Draenor asked, puzzled. Before he knew it, someone around him was already quietly looking at him strangely. Vikily immediately covered Draenor's mouth.

"Don't you know where you are? Fractul, Fraktu, is what you Canaanite call the Far West Island or something! This whole island, as you think of it as an island, is actually a continent, a continent that split off from Canaan thousands of years ago. We are now in one of his regions, the southern city of Hermanstat in the Empire of Nikanlos. Vicilico lowered her voice as she explained to Draenor.

But in reality, Draenor did not remember the strange words in such a passage, which sounded like a mixture of three or four languages, mainly Latin, and as if they were a completely new word.

But Draenor at least knew the basics of the area: the Far West Island, or the aforementioned Vlaktu, was actually a fairly civilized continent, even much more developed than his hometown. And there is more than one country on this continent, including the Empire of Nikanlos that she just mentioned.

Finally, the plate was brought up, and the lid was lifted, and the food inside was completely different from what Draenor had expected: the pie was made one small after another, the filling was made of strange nectar and fruit, and the pot seemed to contain a drink that he had never seen before, or to be precise, smelled.

Vikliko seemed to sense his doubts, and immediately stopped to put the hand that was sent to his mouth and explained, "Don't you Canaan? This is a drink made from the leaves of the east of your continent, called tea. ”

Yes, it's called tea. Draenor remembered hearing the drink mentioned in the barracks before, but he had never seen it with his own eyes, and he hadn't smelled it so closely.

"It smells like fermented." Draenor said, and even he himself was a little puzzled at the moment when he said it, why his sense of smell was suddenly so sharp.

"The nose is very smart.... This is black tea, and your translation over there seems to be black tea, which is made by roasting and fermenting the leaves. Vicky raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, and if you suddenly feel something wrong with your body, don't worry." That is the sequelae left after saving you, and everything has to pay a price. ”

"Hmm...."Draenor felt his thoughts being seen through again, and he suddenly remembered what had happened before, "By the way, I'm curious what you just said to the old woman?"

"It's nothing, she doesn't feel like you're an aboriginal here, and wants you to control some beast inside you, and she said something weird anyway. Why don't you ask me for divination money......

But then again, the language barrier is also a problem, and although I speak most of the languages you know, you'll have to learn a little bit of our Mishalan. ”

The girl looked into Draenor's eyes and poured two cups of tea, one of which she handed to Draenor.

"Taste it! It's delicious, you'll love it. As she spoke, she picked up her teacup and sucked and tasted it.

Draenor tasted the black tea she had never drunk before, and a strong aroma rushed into his mouth, but instead of tasting tea, he focused almost all of his attention on the girl named Viklico in front of him:

Then again, he hadn't thanked her for saving her life for so long, and hadn't even looked closely at her.

In addition to her blood-red eyes, which were wrapped in down-like eyelashes, she had flax-colored seaweed-like curls that almost dragged to the ground. Whether it's the color of her hair or her blood-red eyes, her skin is extremely white. But if you pay close attention, you will find that her skin itself is extremely fair, and it can even be described as a miserable white with almost no blood.

was saved by such a lovely girl, her medical skills are really amazing. But she looks fifteen or sixteen years old, and twelve years old is not sure, and children now develop relatively early. Draenor thought to himself.

"I'm sorry to spoil your interest, I'm developing normally." "And here you have to learn to remember one thing: seeing is not believing." ”

"Ahh Excuse me. The tea was delicious. Draenor quickly digressed the subject.

"Right! Hey, hey, hey. The girl suddenly answered happily as if she had changed, "Many people say that green tea has a good curative effect, but fermented black tea has a soul!" ”

After a big meal, Draenor was surprised to find that the amount of food seemed to be three or four times longer than usual, and what made him more concerned than this was that Viklily walked out of the restaurant with Draenor without even settling the bill.

"Wait, don't you need to check out?" Draenor asked, puzzled.

"Don't meddle with your brother, it doesn't matter if this shop is very familiar with me."

Vickily said impatiently. Draenor didn't dare to say more, and then he remembered what she had said earlier: "Seeing is not necessarily believing." ”

The two of them wandered through the bazaar, rested in the marvelous park, and after a while went to the livestock market to meet incredible animals, and before they knew it, they were joining the crowd of dancing parties in the square. When they came to their senses, the sun was already embedded at one end of the horizon.

Still puzzled by the fact of his resurrection, Draenor tentatively asked Viklico, "Miss Viklico, I still want to know how people suddenly recover from the brink of death?" ”

"It's not easy," Vickyly said in a confident tone, "and it would be nice to tear up Charon's ticket!" ”

Draenor didn't get the answer he was expecting, but for some reason this sentence gave him an inexplicable sense of relief. Although it was only less than a day, even Draenor himself was vaguely aware that he had been deeply changed by the little girl beside him.

He didn't know when it started, maybe it was tea with her, dancing with her, or ..... Ever since she dragged herself back from the brink of death. He felt that he had been reborn not only physically, but spiritually.

He finally tasted the deliciousness of freedom, and he was no longer an instrument of war in Eichenryde, nor a slave of Yaridan, but an independent life!

The moon slowly hung in the middle of the sky, and Vikirico took Draenor back to her residence.

Although it was only the second time he had come to this place, it was amazing that he felt like he had lived here for a few years, or like the first place he remembered after the birth of a baby and considered it home in his heart.

"There's a hammock here on the first floor that may not be comfortable but it's enough for you to lie down, and that little bed upstairs can go there if you want to sleep, where do you think you're going to sleep? We had to go to bed before nine o'clock. ”

Vicilico instructed Draenor.

"Otherwise, you may have worse sequelae."

"Okay, this hammock will do. But.... There are three of us, but there are only these two beds? "I'm fine, just sleep on the carpet or on the floor." ”

"Huh? What are you talking about! Hahahaha...."Vicky suddenly laughed as if she had been poked in laughter, "It's just the two of us all along!" ”

Hearing this, Draenor suddenly felt a chill in his back, and he looked at the tall woman standing right behind Vikilico, he was sure that she was real, they had been talking to each other, and she even changed Draenor herself!

Draenor suddenly felt creepy, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to ask what the woman who obviously existed was. Just when he was so nervous that he could barely speak, Viklico burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Tease your tease your ....."

Just as Draenor breathed a sigh of relief, Viklico suddenly said more seriously.

"But I'm right, there were just the two of us in this house all along. As for Stella, although she looks and behaves very similarly to us, she is actually an artificial person, a doll with only life and no soul. ”

"People.... Dolls...", although Draenor finally confirmed his inner thoughts. But he was still amazed by the human figure in front of him who could respond to language and even have thoughts of its own.

"That's right, dolls. But in our language, she belongs to Selfone, a creature made of blood and the organs of machines and living beings.

Stella was made by my mother and me, so she was very friendly, and you don't have to worry about that, she has taken care of me...... Many, many years anyway. ”

Vicky explained in a serious way. Judging by her seriousness and seriousness, everything she says should be true, but the point about humanoids created by humans is still reassuring.

"Well, I think you know enough today, get some sleep and relax your little head. I'm going to get up early tomorrow and go out for a long time. ”

Vicky said in a childlike and gentle tone, "Good night then! Sweet dreams! Then he jumped up the stairs.

Draenor had just wished her a good night, only to find that the strange "Stella" was still standing motionless.

"Hey, that..... Stella, can you turn around? Draenor said tremblingly.

"Yes, Mr. Delanor." Stella turned around deftly and mechanically.

Draenor took a closer look, and it seemed that she really didn't suspect that she would hurt anyone, and it was just the opportunity to solve some of her doubts without bothering Vickylic.

"Stella, do you know where I was found?"

"Mr. Delano, Miss didn't tell me the exact address, but it's in the coastal area east of Vlaktu, I'm sure of that." Stella replied, "Then you need me to turn around...."

"No need, no need, just stay like that!" Draenor hurriedly stopped her from turning that weird face, "That'..... What do you know about the city we're in now?"

"Mr. Delanor, we are located in the southern part of the Nikanlos Empire, and we are also the largest city in the Empire, Hermanstadt, which everyone likes to call for short. It is the most inclusive. The city with the most cultures and races is also ......," Stella replied gushingly, an emotionless mechanical answer that Draenor had a little regret asking her so much.

"Alright, Stella, I got .....," Draenor quickly interrupted.

"And I heard that Miss took you to the biggest restaurant in Hecheng." Stella paused for a moment and continued.

"Well, yes, it's a grand restaurant, and I never thought I'd get a chance to eat at a restaurant like that." Draenor said.

"Great, thank you very much, Miss would be happy to know that you like her restaurant." Stella tilted her head and closed her eyes, as if mimicking a smile. But Draenor wasn't at all intimidated by her strange expression, but what she said. Draenor immediately got up from the hammock and stared at Stella with a surprised expression.

"What? Whose restaurant do you think that's that!?"

"It's gram.... It's Miss Vickilic's restaurant, Mr. Delanor. At first, the lady herself was not very optimistic about this shop, and she thought about making a bar, but she really couldn't make it into a sanatorium or something. But I didn't expect that just a dozen years later, this restaurant has become the most luxurious and popular restaurant in the whole of Hermanstadt - Redwood Restaurant. ”

Draenor felt that his brain had reached the limit of information capacity, and Vickyli was the owner of the restaurant, so they ate without paying; Moreover, his sense of smell and sight had become indescribably sensitive, and the amount of food he had eaten four times as much as before; And what made him extremely concerned was that familiar and strange number - more than ten years. But isn't Vickily herself a teenager?

He found that the doubts that seemed to be about to be resolved came back like a tidal wave again. So I had to empty my brain, quickly stopped the conversation, wrapped myself in the quilt, and the most important thing to do now was to sleep well, as Vicilico said.

"Absolutely ......," Draenor sighed softly helplessly,

"Seeing is not believing, is it?"