Ma Liang, the serial world outside of Huaxia, paid little attention, and did not have the spirit and spare energy to pay attention.

In the current era of upheaval, especially since the Third Spiritual Coming, not only has people's understanding of distance been changed, but even entities and entities and different regions have no new understanding and different definitions of them.

The exchange of information and people is far less convenient and secure than it once was.

The oceans are back in danger, the skies are fraught with unpredictable risks, land routes are being blocked by endless conditions, and the ubiquity of electromagnetic waves and other convenient communications is being tested and costly.

Modern civilization is built on the basis of information civilization, and if we shake this, we will greatly change everything in life.

For ordinary people, the fog has reappeared in the world, and it has become difficult to travel hundreds of kilometers away, let alone the communication between the oceans and states?

In this case, the role of the Sea of Consciousness is highlighted again!

It is only here, in the south and north of the world, that people scattered in all corners of the earth can communicate in real time at zero distance.

Therefore, the huge amount of "Muggles" pouring into the sea of consciousness is not all the reason in George's mouth, but also a large part of it is forced by reality.

Let's just say that there is no role of the real ruling force in the French area, the Chinese area, the American area, etc., and Ma Liang will not believe it if he breaks through the sky.

However, the area of the island is so large, and it is impossible to control and raise the threshold of entry, how can it be accommodated?

This formed what Ma Liang said he saw now.

A harbor floating on the sea, and a gathering place built on the water.

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Now the island is home to a variety of plants.

It is also possible to use existing materials, build houses, and so on.

That's how the ferry came, and that's how this gathering place on the water came about.

When docking, the group of sequencers in the harbor made a grand welcome gesture with exaggerated and retro ceremonies.

Ma Liang felt like a certain king who crossed the sea, these people were local nobles and big merchants, looking at the ceramic people and sausage people with a large stickman as the background, trying to show things, for some reason, but it gave people a strong sense of funny.

It's like watching some simple and insincere cartoon, and you really don't feel anything solemn and culturally rich.

Holding back the sense of absurdity and laughter, after landing on the shore, he was tossed by the sequencers of the big chamber of commerce and the big group.

It's just that this patience all collapsed in front of the choir they had discharged.

Choir!

It's hard for them, all the young women they found are pleasant.

Ma Liang laughed out of place, and immediately apologized.

The rotating chairman of the "All-French Sequential Association" came urgently from reality, a very peaceful, reserved, very stylish, and magnetic person, "Venerable caster, please understand, only in this way can it be in line with your identity and express our sincerity and welcome." ”

"I'm a Sequence 7 [Monster Gardener], not a spellcaster."

"Is there a difference? The pathway sequence is only superficial, and the core is the same. ”

Ma Liang shrugged his shoulders, not making senseless distinctions.

It's a pity.

The conditions are limited, there is no etiquette, no ribbons, no pennants, no red carpet and a grand welcome banquet, otherwise, these people may really be able to get it out in a very short time.

Ma Liang, who is very scary in these titles, shook hands one by one, said honorable polite words, and realized that a sequence 7 has a far higher status and influence abroad than at home.

Sequence 7!

It was like queuing up to receive them, one by one, the big people who had never seen or heard of them came forward like a stream, and the choir in the middle kept singing, the scene was obviously very funny, but it made an extremely cautious and solemn appearance.

It's just that I didn't expect that the last person to come up was the official French official stationed here.

A Governor with an official title and authority.

!

Do these pretending guys think this is your colony?

Ma Liang's guess is correct.

And then he saw it.

The harbor was built on the basis of small boats.

Connected to the island, it is about 10 meters high and about the size of four football fields.

It is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower.

Ma Liang is on the top floor, which is flat and has no houses.

On the middle floor is a dense row of houses and streets.

The people who live in it are all sausage people, and the implementation is completely in reality, every room has a master, all have property rights, and most of the port organizations and chambers of commerce have settled here.

At the bottom is where the paper figures (stickmen) are stacked.

When Ma Liang visited, he only glanced at it from a high order.

What I feel is naked class and privilege.

This is unthinkable at home.

In fact, from the moment he landed, he felt that the new system had a much more radical and thorough atmosphere in these free and democratic places than in China.

How so!?

What about freedom and equality, what about democracy and human rights!?

Looking at these people around me, it is completely taken for granted.

When he landed on the shore, Ma Liang couldn't help but ask this doubt.

Sir Christie, the rotating chairman, said in a natural tone: "Of course people are equal, but the sequencers are more "equal"! ”

The other big names all looked at him inexplicably.

Ma Liang felt that he had asked a stupid question, and then he didn't say anything more.

Stepping on the "French land" of the sea of consciousness is like walking into a humble village in the West in the Middle Ages, and slowly, the sense of comical fades, because everyone does not have any sense of "funny", they are so cautious and dedicated.

Ma Liang didn't know what the Huaxia District was like, but it was certain that it was definitely a completely different style.

He was greeted into a castle made entirely of stone, and the masters asked him the purpose of his visit.

Ma Liang learned from them and said, "It's because I think it's a noble lady, she lives at 116 Queen Street." ”

"Number 116?"

Sir Christie, the rotating chairman, went to see the people on the left and right.

Immediately, a sausage man with a scribe's posture took out a simple book and flipped through it.

"No. 116 is inhabited by an immigrant from North Africa, registered as a [Spiritual Apprentice] of Sequence 8."

Ma nodded and said, "That's her." ”

The rotating chairman immediately instructed the clerk to go to the card to see if this [Possessed Apprentice] had logged in, and if so, rush to the castle to meet him immediately.

Ma Liang said, "Don't bother, I made an appointment with her at this time." ”

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After Ma Liang left, the celebratory and peaceful atmosphere in the castle also dissipated.

Looking at the somewhat ridiculous sausage people sitting together, the atmosphere turned out to be solemn.

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