It was also Phil's first experience of the world's largest city, with tall walls and towering castles everywhere, and most of the pedestrians were military personnel or military families.

From time to time, you can see groups of patrolling soldiers, either on foot or sitting on tall beastly dragons, with spears standing like a forest.

He was wearing silver-gray armor and a full-coverage helmet on his head, revealing only a small gap in his eyes, showing the unique heaviness of the Cold Weapon Era.

Phil sat in the carriage, holding an ice cream cone in his hand and licking it slowly, milky and salty, and it tasted quite good.

This is a specially zoned area outside the mall for parking vehicles, and he is waiting for Matthew and Catherine.

Under the pretext that he was tired, he returned to the carriage first, in fact, he wanted to give the couple a little privacy.

After all, he had been shopping for three days, and after the initial excitement, he had seen the prosperity of the city in his previous life, and he was already a little tired.

Reaching for the curtains on the carriage, Phil looked out.

The car was warm, even a little hot, from the charcoal stove under his feet, and he wanted to breathe.

If there is any disadvantage of Gaokan City, it is that it is too big, and the huge area and sparse population make this land always seem a little deserted.

The buildings are all tall and wide, the main street is at least 80 meters wide, and thick trees hugging two or three people can be seen everywhere, and even all kinds of animals appear to be very large.

According to his estimation in the past two days, the area of the entire Gaokan City was not much smaller than the urban area of the prefecture-level city where he lived in his previous life, but it only had a population of 850,000, including nearly 200,000 soldiers of the Four Masters Regiment stationed here.

Phil swallowed the last bite of the ice cream in his hand, and the spirit shivered, unfortunately the place where the handle was not a crispy egg roll like in his previous life, but just a wooden bowl that could not be eaten, you must know that Phil always felt that the handle was the soul of an ice cream.

Taking the handkerchief handed by Blair, Phil wiped his hands, pulled the curtain open a gap, and looked out.

At this time, a scene happening across the street piqued his interest.

I saw that in the aisle between the shops on the street, two men seemed to accidentally bump into each other, and one of the men fell to the ground, spilling the things in his hands on the ground.

It's time for a fight, and Phil starts to get excited, his face full of anticipation.

For Ward men who prefer to do things and disdain to quarrel, fighting is really commonplace, and you are embarrassed to tell others that it is a scar, and it is even more common for bones to be broken.

Often there is a conflict between two men, and fighting is the most direct and effective way to solve it.

If a fight is not resolved, it's easy, then fight again until the winner is decided.

In the town of Lok Ma, for example, almost every day, the sheriff's focus is to lock up the two sides who are drunk and fight to sober up, and then send them home.

Even in the course of a fight, as long as you do not pose a threat to the lives or property of third parties, and you do not use knives, the only thing the sheriff needs to do is to maintain order on the periphery of both sides, and wait for one of them to fall to the ground and lose, without trying to dissuade them.

The man who fell to the ground stood up, looking a little shorter than the other, but still rolled up his sleeves and bravely rushed forward.

The man standing was slightly taller, but a little thinner, and his complexion was darker than that of the average Ward man.

The two of them quickly became entangled together, and in terms of strength, the short man obviously suffered a little, and was punched several times by the tall man with long arms, and he looked a little cringe, and he was no longer as aggressive as he was at the beginning.

Phil felt a little sympathetic and was gritting his teeth to cheer for the short man, still clenching his small fists in his hands and snorting and shouting, but what happened next scene made him almost drop his jaw.

I saw that the tall man who had the absolute upper hand suddenly retracted his fist, glanced to the left, and then quickly turned back and ran, leaving only the short man to raise his arms in place and shout loudly about his victory.

What's the situation? The two melon-eating people in the carriage, Phil and Blair, looked at each other, both a little confused.

Following the tall man's gaze, Phil turned his head to look.

Just 100 meters away on the street, ten soldiers were walking slowly in a neat line, their heavy leather boots smashing against the hardstone pavement, making a neat and dull sound.

Anyway, watching a less intense but rather eerie brawl added a little fun to his boring waiting, and he turned his head and forgot about it.

By the time Matthew and Catherine had spent their wonderful time in the world of two and remembered their precious son, Phil had really fallen asleep sweetly on the warm blanket in the carriage.

In the next few days, Phil did not go out with Matthew and Catherine again, but resumed his daily habits in Fallen Horse Town, and honestly hid in the house every morning to read and study.

He discovers a new delight: the study of his grandfather, Earl Brad.

The study and Phil's room are on the same side of the third floor, which makes Phil, who has always been lazy, very happy.

Every day he could lie in bed and have breakfast, and then he only had to walk a dozen steps outside to Brad's study.

The study was so big that Phil thought it could be converted into a small theater.

Contrary to what he had imagined, Brad was a rough-looking soldier, but his collection of books filled the tall shelves on the four walls.

After a brief count, Phil felt that there were at least a few thousand books, not more than 10,000, because most of these books were also very large and thick.

Now Phil has mastered the common words, and I have to say that this is quite rare for a child who is less than eight years old.

Of course, this is mainly due to the fact that he has a very good and patient mother.

Recently, Phil's interest has mainly focused on various celebrity biographies and mainland experiences, and it is not excluded that some of the history of this world, or mythological stories, is more appropriate, and Phil has read it with relish.

It doesn't matter if he can't recognize all the words, as an old bookworm on the Internet in his previous life, more than ten years of experience in collecting group books allows him to smoothly ignore a few blank spaces in a paragraph without affecting the understanding of the meaning of the whole sentence.

On the large leather sofa, the armrests and some parts of the main seat had been polished a little, and it was obvious that Brad had spent a lot of time in this study.

Brad smoked cigarettes, and there was an antique, ugly ashtray on his desk, with a crooked line of small letters in the bottom corner, "Lily".

However, there is no smell of e-liquid on the leather sofa, and you must know that the smoke particles in the air can easily adhere to the leather surface, and the smell is quite unpleasant.

I don't know if it's because of frequent wiping, or if the leather of the sofa is more special.

Phil sat on the other side of the couch, his diminutive stature curling him up in a corner.

On the left side of the table were two books, which he had already finished.

There are three books on the right side, and these are the types that he can't digest according to his current level of knowledge.

He still had a copy in his hand, Hupole's Travels, which was very large and thick, as heavy as a huge brick, and it felt a little difficult to hold it even with both hands.

The book mainly tells the story of a half-scholar and half-poet named Hupole 500 years ago, who traveled to the Twin Continents for ten years.

The customs, food culture, species of flora and fauna, and landforms there are completely different from those of the Yuanzu Continent, which is so peculiar that Hu Pool feels as if he has arrived on a new planet.

Phil soon became immersed in the strange and intimate world described in the book, and the level of energy invested was overlooked even by time.

In it, he saw a generation of celebrities such as Hua Qianling and Ning Feier, and also saw the heroic legend of Wang Zhuang fighting the dragon, and also saw the illustrations similar to the bamboo forest and the pengchuan and the splendid oriental palace.

These familiar names and pictures made him feel homesick that he had hidden in his heart for many years, and suddenly flooded, and before he knew it, his eyes were already moist.

He voraciously read everything in the book and sniffed the ink, as if that would allow him to enter the continent that haunted him.

He wanted to see it, to see the people who lived there, to taste the food, to hear if the local sound was the same as everything he knew.