Rain Land Pest, southwest of Mordu, southwest of the central axis of the city.

Due to the topography, the southwest and south share the same monsoon climate, but the amount of daylight they receive during the day is very different.

It is rainy all year round in the southwest, and sunny and rainy in the south.

Located in the basin of Pest, it is one of the top three in the southwest plate due to rain.

Winter is a rare sunny season in Pest, because it is deep in the basin, the internal airflow of the Pest terrain is not easy to produce horizontal convection, and the air in the basin is easy to reheat along the basin topography, and it is easy to form rainfall.

As a result, the rain clouds in Pest do not disperse easily, and the cold air does not easily invade.

Those who live in the northern plains where Hanan is located, at the opposite latitude and elevation, are the "insiders" that Siinz needs to seek.

The Iron Sand Continent has two distinct seasons of drought and rain, and the winter is even clearer, and the climate is dry and mild.

He was struck by the humid air here, and when it doesn't rain in Pest, it's called a sunny day, but the weather here is cloudy in the eyes of the Sindari people.

It's gray, not because of the dust in the mines, but because the cumulus clouds in the sky here don't easily form direct sunlight.

Mordu is cold, Sindari has a pleasant climate, and Pest is humid and warm.

When Siinz walked out into the street and found that the people here were half a head shorter than those on Western Street, Siinz scratched his head and felt like he had entered Lilliputia.

It seems that due to the topography, the southwestern race moves rather slowly throughout the territory.

They are not as business-minded as the southerners, and they can travel across the hills with just one leg open.

The southwestern people are largely limited by the terrain and stay in place.

In fact, the depth of the basin in the southwest is unimaginable, if the iron sand continent is a plateau desert, then the Pest land is the antonym of the fortress plateau, the basin that is deeply sunken.

Looking down the street, Seainn assures him that he is the only one with a skin that glows with the energy of the sun, and that the skin here is delicate and fair, both men and women.

Remember Jonamiah teasing the difference between the girls of the South and the North?

This is indeed there.

The northern race is blonde and blue-eyed, although the hair is blonde, but because the regional hair is a terrier, it always feels like a withered grass bristle brush, which is not pleasing.

The South is very different, the hair of the Southerners is curly and delicate, and it feels like the silk of the West.

The fly in the ointment is that the hair color and iris of the southerners are very mediocre, not eye-catching colors, and it may be that the southern and northern races have their own trade-offs in appearance and texture.

Crowded among the Lilliputians inhabitants, Siin's blonde hair is particularly eye-catching here.

He could keenly feel that the local residents cast curious glances at him from time to time.

They were all curious about this tall man with brown skin and blond hair.

The west and east have distinct regional characteristics, and the skin color of the west and the special iris color of the east can help them quickly find their compatriots.

As Siinz walked through the crowd, the population south of Modu was quite dense, and he had the privilege of following the president north to visit his friends.

He had seen the vastness and magnificence north of Modu—towering chimneys, industrial mining areas, behemoth forges, white-topped pine forests all over the mountains, and mountains reaching up to the sky.

At this moment, he also saw the people and creatures south of Modu, which were different from the cloud casinos and colosseums and dance halls that rose up in the west.

The southwest floor is very delicate and simple, here in the West Inz can not see the tall buildings, looking at the past here here are small western-style buildings, the exterior wall of the building is made of stone technology, and the balcony of each house is planted with evergreen vines.

There are a row of tiled street lamps on the side of the road, the ground is not black earth, and the main road in the center of the city is poured with cement and paved with drainage bricks to facilitate the passing of cars and horses in the flow of people.

Si Inn followed the signs to the end of an alley, and when he looked up, he felt that there was something new about the building.

This western-style building is a stilted building, and the ground floor of the western-style building is hollow, and there is a staircase for people to go up.

Siinz walked up the stairs to see the vacant space on the first floor of the building, and then he continued up the stairs.

Perhaps he was too careful, and as he walked, Siinz unconsciously looked at the bare ground of the bungalow—he always felt that the ground was drier than the ground he had just walked on.

He touched the handrail of the building, and the south would not use steel and wood as building materials, because it was too humid here.

There is no need for protection from the north wind, and there is no need for extra warmth.

The handrails here are made of stone, and the whole building is not made of stone, but is made of stone.

Siinn estimated that he had walked about two floors, and when he reached the third floor, Siinz finally saw the platform that made people stop, and Siinn walked to the door and took a closer look.

The door was tightly sealed, and he crouched down to take a look, but the door was not directly touching the platform under his feet, and the door was a little higher.

It looks like a safe erected in the western-style building, airtight on the outside, and the only door that can be opened is pressurized and sucked tightly.

Siinz couldn't see the doorbell or the doorknob, and when he knocked to no avail, his gaze moved to the deadbolt of the door.

Sipens gripped the deadbolt, and he suddenly understood why there were no guards at such an important address.

Because only the hunter could turn the door open, Siinz began to turn the deadbolt as hard as he turned the bolt of a safe, and the door gradually loosened.

Ordinary people can't match the strength of hunters, so this door is a door that ordinary people can't open.

With a slight effort, the door was pushed open, and he slipped sideways inside, and as soon as he entered, he saw another door in front of him.

The light inside the building was much brighter than the outside, and Siin got in and let go of the heavy door and quickly closed it, and when the door closed, Siinz heard the sound of the door locking.

Siinz took a closer look at the door and saw that there was also a rotatable deadbolt behind the door - it appeared that the door could be entered and exited in both directions.

The humidity and temperature inside the western-style building changed, and Siinz rubbed his fingers, and the humidity outside the western-style building changed a little, and the humidity and temperature inside the western-style building plummeted.

It's very dry and cold inside this bungalow.

As soon as Si Inz entered, he clearly heard the sound of machine grinding, like the sound of cutting stone, it seems that there is a machine specializing in processing stone in this western-style building.

As soon as he wanted to leave, he saw a shoe rack next door, which was neatly lined with shoes, and Siinz looked at his feet.

It's strange that he didn't ask about the smell of feet, which shouldn't be.

Siinz walked to the shoe rack and learned to take off his shoes and follow the local customs.

As he put his shoes on his feet, Siinz felt a slight flow of air on the ground, and he reached out to probe - it turned out that all the smell of the shoes had been sucked up by the air holes under the shoe rack.

Siinz looked at the room again, empty except for shoe racks.

The second door is easy to push open, and the strength of ordinary people is enough.

As Sinz walked through the door, the mechanical sound became louder, and he could barely hear the sound inside outside the building, probably because the stone had been specially soundproofed for hunters.

He originally thought that the first space was already cold, but he didn't expect the second space to be even colder.

Siinz frowned and stood on a high place and looked down, and he saw that the core of the western-style building was a workplace where many craftsmen gathered.

He descended the escalator, and his ears began to be baptized by the sound of different machines combined.

It was like a miniature factory, and he found that there was very little dust in this space, and it was unavoidable to process stone dust, but his nose told him that the air here was clean.

Siinz walked softly past the rows of workbenches, the craftsmen were all working with their scopes, and the sound of the drill polishing the stone enveloped the craftsmen with air filtration, and no one paid attention to him.

This is a different place than the mines in the north, and Siinz stops from time to time to observe that the craftsmen here are well equipped.

He saw that they had a row of different types of drills, a swatch spatula for color grading on the side, drawing tools in a dark box under them, and a special acid-alkali sulphuric acid paper that had probably been abandoned because of draft revisions.

Injected with water, polished, the saws are pointed outward, the drilling tools are perpendicular to the axis, the blower welding torch ignites the gasoline volatile gas, and the Siint travels through the chaotic sound.

This is the most sophisticated imitation workshop in the southwest and even south of Modu.

The person he was looking for should be here.

Siinz's gaze swept all the way over the people who used the planer knife to shaving, not to paint on oil, not to bake softened wood, and not to artificially accelerate oxidation...... His gaze flickered.

It's her.

He walked all the way, and finally saw a woman with her hair all coiled up and wearing a sleeveless low-necked dress, with her head hanging down and adjusting the scope from time to time.

The reason why Siinz thinks it is her is inseparable from a small tattoo on the woman's shoulder and collarbone.

The tattoo on the hunter's body represents the guild to which he belongs.

In the southwest region, due to the long-term harmonious relationship between the "Three-legged Goat" of the Western Guild and the "Witch Society" of the Southern Guild, there is a prosperous scene in the eyes of the West Inns.

And this woman belongs to the Southwest Guild "Battalion", and the Battalion is an allied guild of the "Three-Legged Goat".

Goats can't afford to be early, and the "battalion" as the alliance object of the "three-legged goat", although it does not have the influence of the Buda family in the Sage Tower, but the "battalion" has a group of skilled craftsmen who can work for the goats according to geographical conditions.

。 The woman in front of her is the best among the craftsmen under the command of the "battalion".

She succeeded in replicating the elven fish-spout pot unearthed from Avonilla, as well as a portrait of the matriarch of the Malicans family.

At this time, these two imitations were placed on the collection shelf of Barcellus, the president of the Western Guild, and the residence of the current president of the "camp" of the Southwest Guild.

Siinz remembered the scene when Barcellus got the spout pot, and he said that it was a pity that a craftsman with this skill was born a woman.

Siinz thinks that Barcellus is afraid of seeing the fate of Dulcey's marriage and children, and he laments that this woman with a hand kissed by a forged spirit will finally escape the end of the world.

What kind of craftsman is he to be so praised by Barcelus?

Siinz began to think about how different this deified woman was, and then he was genuinely disappointed.