Ilvov is known as the last reserve of the Basra, a small race that is on the verge of complete assimilation under the rule of the Dési, with only a small number of Basra still clinging to their traditions. In fact www.biquge.info, this is a kind of useless work, and the younger generation of Basra people are more willing to admit that they are Desi than the rare Basir, and the whole Orlando society also has a certain prejudice and discrimination against these rare races. But in any case, in the city of Ilwolf, on the streets, there are always many Basra people.

The Basra people will tattoo various totems on their faces with cyan and black juice, they are more like the barbarians on the Arctic Ice Sheet, worship primitive totems, and in many famous attractions in Ilvov, there are totems erected from a few meters to a dozen meters or higher. These totems are bizarre and contain mythical gods as well as common animals, with cows and wolves being the most common animals. The Basra people believed that the simplicity and kindness of the ox and the unity of the wolf were enough to represent the will of the Basra people.

However, it is useless, he should perish, and he is destined to perish.

Entering Ilwów, the smell of barbecue fills the air, and the traditional Basra people are keen to barbecue their prey around the fire. Of course, over the centuries, the Basra have also learned to make certain compromises, such as the fact that the food they now eat is rarely obtained by hunting, and more often is bought from merchants. On the one hand, the wildlife environment around Ilwolf has been completely destroyed by this group of crazy hunters, and there are almost no wild critters to be seen. On the other hand, the empire seems to be supporting this small group consciously or unconsciously, providing them with a lot of funding, and they can now get some subsidies without having to work, so that they can eat without working.

Isn't it strange that the seemingly preferential policy is the same policy that pushes the Basra people into the abyss. All the Desi did not like the Basra because they had money for doing nothing, while the Desi had to work. Ethnic contradictions and antagonisms are a terrible thing, and the encouraged Basra do not yet understand that they have been put on the fire by the ruling class led by the Desi, like a meat skewer in their hands, licked by tongues of fire.

The golden wreath of thorns was particularly eye-catching, and the carriage slowly stopped at the edge of a clearing, where there were several huge fires, slightly damp firewood crackled with sparks and green smoke, and on the side of the fire, branches wearing various meat skewers were fixed to the mud floor, and the golden roast meat with a rich fragrance attracted passers-by. Ten copper coins can buy one string, and five strings can feed a person with an average belly.

Blair opened the carriage door, and Wren stepped down from the carriage with the silver handrail carved with mysterious and beautiful patterns on the door, and he looked around, and the onlookers suddenly dispersed. Like a stubborn disease, the concept of dignity and inferiority rooted in people's hearts made them dare not look at a nobleman unbridledly, for fear of provoking the wrath of the thunder for their weak family.

The Basra were not among them, and they looked at Wren with wide eyes, as if they were looking at something scarce, full of curiosity.

Wren helped Celeste into a fire, and sat down on a wooden pier full of primitive art, and Blair walked up to the Basra man who was sitting on the edge of the fire with a wooden tray, and asked for fifty skewers.

Ten of them belonged to Wren, two to Celeste, and the rest to himself.

I have to say that the Basra people's barbecue skills are still very good, at least the barbecue is very good. The outside is charred and the inside is crispy, and after the teeth cut through the crispy shell, they are immediately wrapped in the juicy and soft gravy inside, and the rich juice explodes in the mouth with the movement of the teeth, and the delicious taste makes people almost bite off their tongues!

Celeste, a little girl who doesn't like too greasy food, took a small bite, her eyes were round, and she ate the meat skewers in her hand in a few bites, and she didn't forget to lick her lips.

The people around seemed to sense that Wren did not like to clear the field like the high-spirited, high-flying nobles, and they no longer went around to hide, and sat down around. People discuss the daily fun happening by the fire, and the short conflicts between the parents are full of real life, which makes the three nobles who are far away from the common class listen to it with relish. Even the news that someone's puppy gave birth to seven in one go can make Celeste's eyes light up. If it weren't for her identity, she might have come over to join in the fun.

Calm, whether there are stones or monsters under the calm, at least in this moment is calm.

Suddenly, a pebble was thrown into the calm lake, and the ripples spread in circles and radiated far away.

There was a sound of quarrel from the crowd gathered in the distance, and Celeste immediately craned his neck and looked into the distance with a curious expression. Blair looked around at the people who were gradually standing up, his gaze lingered on a few people for a moment, and then he grabbed the meat skewers and gnawed on them.

Watching the excitement may be a trait and hobby shared by all human beings. In this city with a faint ethnic conflict, the slightest contradiction can cause shocking waves. Wren is no exception, he also has curiosity, he is not a saint, he is not a dead man. When he needed to be sane and calm, he would be extremely sensible, to the point of being a little cold. But in normal times, when he is relaxed, he will have the same complex seven emotions and six desires as other ordinary people.

Touching Celeste's supple hair, Wren asked, "Would you like to see it?"

Celeste nodded repeatedly, took Wren's hand and pulled him up. The little girl knew very well that if Wren asked, it meant that his intention was certain. Blair, who was holding the tray, followed, and the three of them quickly crowded with the crowd to the place where the bustle took place. Blair's shoulders were big and round, and he squeezed east and west, squeezing out a way for Wren.

"Damn liar, give me back the money!", spoke a very ordinary Desi man with not so many decorations in his hair, no strange tattoos on his face, and wearing mainstream clothing. He glared angrily, the ground was shattered with crystal shards, and he grabbed the clothes of a Basra man with one hand, and clutched it tightly, "You said you are a high-quality crystal, but you lied to me and gave me back the money!"

He looked around more and more and shouted confidently: "Everyone is judging me, this guy said that he has an ancestral crystal cup, but I just poured some hot water, and this crystal cup was broken into several pieces." This must be the worst crystal, perhaps it was originally bad, and he put it together by some means, and then deceived me. ”

The Basra man who was caught by him appeared very calm, and was not annoyed and angry that his deception was exposed, but rather looked useless. He patted the hand that grabbed his clothes, "Hey, I said you let go of your hands, I won't run, you damaged my clothes, will you pay for it?", he looked at the crowd of onlookers around him and said, "I was really wronged, the thing was good when it was given to him, but now it is broken like this, he can say whatever he wants." Do you think I'm a Basra and a bully?"

As soon as he said this, the eyes of the surrounding Basra people became different, and the weaker the race, the more inexplicable self-esteem and conceit would develop. A few of the sturdy Basra men squeezed into the middle, standing behind the liar, shaking their broad shoulders and grim faces.

The man's Adam's apple slid for a while, and his dry and trembling voice betrayed his timidity, "What are you doing?

At this time, the Barras liar suddenly stood up and began to play the round, and he said with a smile: "Well, I did sell you the thing, and it has nothing to do with me how you broke it." In the spirit of humanitarianism, I will give you a little compensation. I need to remind you that it is not that I owe you, but that I am gracious. He took a blackened silver coin from the leather pocket of his waist and threw it over.

The man hesitated, looked at the growing number of Basra around him, and finally decided to back down for the time being. He picked up the silver coins on the ground, swore and squeezed through the crowd, and quickly disappeared into the street.

There were boos from the crowd of onlookers, and I thought I could see a big brawl, but I didn't expect it to be a soft egg.

The people slowly dispersed, but Wren stayed where he was, glancing thoughtfully at the shattered fragments on the ground.

"Keep an eye on that Basra liar. ", he commanded.

Blair raised his hand and wiped it on his grease-stained mouth, and scurried out.

Wren smiled and picked up the crystal shard on the ground and placed it in the palm of his hand. The edge of the sharp shard has an extremely sharp edge, and ripples like water ripples appear on the fault of the shard. He looked at the fragment carefully, and before he knew it, a golden wreath of thorns appeared on the eyeball of his left eyeball, surrounding the black pupil, and a little golden light appeared in the pupil. The crystal shard in his hand trembled, crawling with cracks and quietly crumbling.

"What's wrong?", Celeste looked at Wren's actions curiously, and the little head didn't seem to understand why Wren did this, wasn't it just some crystal shards? When she was a child, she also broke several of Sarcomo's favorite crystal ornaments, and was also beaten for this.

Wren smiled and shook his head, exhaled a little cloudy air, and laughed.

I didn't expect it to be so interesting.

There are two interesting things, the first is the ability he has inherited, which is gradually awakening.

The second one is the Basra liar.