When any city goes from decline to prosperity, it will have a common trait - busy, down to farmers, porters, craftsmen, small traders, up to merchants, government officials, tax collectors, patrol soldiers, etc.

After the establishment of the Bright Gate, except for the necessary maintenance time, its flickering light has rarely stopped, and the blue band of light has risen and disillusioned, which has become the unique scenery of Ilmasu City, that is, with its ups and downs, whether it is the aborigines of Ilmasu City, or the later refugees, they have found that life does not seem to be so sad.

Miller was born and raised in Ilmassu, his father was a porter, and his mother was the daughter of a noble helper.

Maybe it was a little restlessness in his heart, he didn't want to work as diligently as his father, he always fantasized about one day being able to become a decent person in the upper city, wearing a neat aristocratic dress every day, keeping himself clean, and always holding his head high when talking to people, and his eyes had to carry some contempt for the other party to be inferior.

He envied that life, and for a time he even ran to the entrance of Golden Oak Street every day, and secretly hid there, watching the decent people passing by, imitating their way of talking and walking.

But the fuller the ideal, the more skinny the reality. His father, the honest man, died, died on the battlefield.

A few years ago, when the Monsters invaded, the great Grand Duke Harvey took the Scarlet Rose Legion to battle, and his father was drafted as a porter for logistical supplies, and never returned.

That day, Miller remembered that when her mother retrieved a death notice, she was stupid, she was alone in her room and cried for a long time, and when she came out again, she silently carried the burden of the whole family.

As for the bones of my father, hehe, the monster eats people, and even the bones of the head of the great Igor family, Grand Duke Harvey, have not been recovered, and they are still counting on being able to recover the body of a porter?

Perhaps, for the whole city, a porter is insignificant, but for this family, he is the sky, the pillar, the hope that supports everything.

Now, however, the sky has fallen, and the family is on the verge of collapse.

Miller felt the hardships of the days, his mother went out early and returned late every day, helping people to do laundry so that he couldn't even straighten his waist, but he and his two sisters still couldn't eat.

Looking at his aging mother, the white silk on his temples, Miller seemed to wake up to something, he was not wandering, he was not unwilling, he understood that Golden Oak Street was really just a dream, and he needed to do something to support this family.

But in fact?

When he wanted to go to work, the job gave up on him, and the city of Ilmassu fell into chaos with the loss of its leader, and the sons of Grand Duke Harvey ascended the throne one after another, but each time it didn't last long before they died, or assassinated, or accidental, as if there was an invisible hand pushing all this, and pushing the whole city into the abyss.

Miller was unaware of the game at the top, nor of the intruders' schemes, and he could sense that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets, more expensive goods in the shops, and the price of food rising every day.

He changed jobs many times, and each time, he tried his best to do better and accomplish more, just not to be fired. But each time, his boss would take his place with a cheaper hire.

And he, in the replacement work again and again, got less and less copper shields, so that he and his sisters could only get more and more hungry.

Miller remembers that he was so hungry that he couldn't find a job, so he took his sister into a porridge shed for the refugees, and they waited in a long, long queue to receive a bowl of gruel and half a brown bread. He remembered that the gruel was clear and you could see the grains of rice, and the black bread was hard enough to smash stones, but they ate it very fragrantly, very fragrantly.

The desperate days passed, the son of Grand Duke Harvey finally died, and the Rose Collar changed owners again, this time an illegitimate child who came out of nowhere, of course, it had nothing to do with Miller, the only thing he could feel was that it was getting harder and harder to live.

There was a time when Miller felt that death was not something to swallow, at least the undead should not go hungry, so he did something that would make him brag for the rest of his life - he sneaked into Uptown by night.

He wanted to see the streets without garbage and excrement, he wanted to see the splendid palaces, he wanted to see how decent people lived before he died, and if he had the chance, he wanted to try decent people's food and taste how delicious it was.

But what he didn't expect was that night, he saw the endless flames of war.

The sky became a myriad of colors, and every collision of that light was inevitably accompanied by the roar of thunder and violent shaking, and the earth trembled in the shouts of countless strong men, and the flames set the buildings on fire, and the blood flowed like rivers, and the corpses piled up.

He felt that this should be the end of the world, the day of the destruction of the city of Ilmassus, on this day, they should all die in the flames of this doomsday, and only then did he realize that he was not as brave as he imagined, he was so frightened that he only dared to shrink in the corner of the wall and tremble.

However, when the day dawned, the city was still there, he was still alive, the end had not come, and the source of all chaos seemed to have disappeared.

It was from this day that he felt that life seemed to be better again.

Jobs are not so hard to find, and the city hall has opened up a large number of positions, whether it is building a house on a construction site, tidying up the streets, cleaning, or paving roads and bridges outside the city, you can get a decent salary, although it is just a note, but you can exchange it for food in a specific store.

The city did not seem to be so chaotic, the soldiers of the patrol battalion began to patrol frequently, the streets were no longer visible, the shops were open for business, and the number of pedestrians was increasing.

Miller also got a job, he entered a gold shop as an apprentice, selling all kinds of jewelry to customers every day, thanks to his fluent eloquence and experience as a silversmith's apprentice, he did a stable job, and his income was good, at least to provide for the whole family, and still have some surplus.

The customers of the gold shop were mostly decent and noble, and Miller also gained a lot of insight here, and he was able to get a lot of news from the mouths of his guests, and this was also relished, such as the legend of the new Grand Duke, such as His Excellency Aso, who was also the Minister of State and the Secretary of State for Taxes, and what unpredictable means of domestic affairs, such as the rise of the city after all.

Another example is the newly built Bright Gate.

Miller's heart was moved again, he remembered his pent-up dreams, he wanted to be a decent man in and out of Uptown, and he longed to walk generously on Golden Oak Street.

A dream drove him to act, and finally, after thinking about it for a long time, he quit his apprenticeship as a goldsmith and became a ...... The city is the guide.