If you want to describe the urban structure of Baldur's Gate in the shape of an east, then Rupert's Tears is very appropriate, Baldur's Gate is located at the mouth of the mouth of the Okina River that flows into the Jianwan Sea, but the characteristics of Baldur's Gate are that the location of this estuary has a Gray Eagle Hill, which protects the alluvial plain below, so as long as the north and east exits are sealed with a wall, and the south is naturally guarded by a river, a good port city that is easy to defend and difficult to attack is naturally built here.

With the development of the city, Baldur's Gate formed the Upper Town, the Lower City and the Outer Town, and the Upper Town was naturally the settlement of the old captains and seafarers who went on adventures with Bodean, and it was a paradise for the nobles of the city. The nobles sat on the top of the hill and looked down on the rest of Baldur's Gate with their true senses, and used their wealth and influence to push the Council of Four to maintain their affluent lives.

There may have been wealthy merchants or powerful adventurers who wanted to rise to such a noble class, but there was no room for growth in the upper city, whether from a geographical point of view or otherwise.

Now, only those who were born into a noble family can live in the oldest manor houses in these Baldur's Gates. And even the poorest of the people in this group can only sell their furniture and decorations to maintain the same life as Zonggui's companions.

The Lower Town, which is close to the port and protected by the city walls, is generally believed to be the people who are actually involved in the operation of Baldur's Gate, and its inhabitants are the same people who have been responsible for most of the real work of the city for a long time. Baldur's Gate relies on trade to run the city, and everyone in the Lower City is ambitious, eager to one day join the Upper City through wealth and strength and become a true Baldur noble, although few people can succeed at present, but the opportunity in the Lower City of Baldur has indeed changed the fate of many people.

The upper and lower towns make up the teardrops of the "Rupert's Tears" at Baldur's Gate, while the outer towns are the tear tails of Rupert's Tears.

Surrounding the entire Greyhawk Hill, the outer city drew a half-circle along the foot of the hill like a long comet's tail, and the common people here were almost not protected by the city walls, and the poor who could not settle down in the city slowly gathered here to form a third city. They lived and paid taxes under the shadow of the city walls, and their neighborhoods stretched along the road that connected to Baldur's Gate.

In addition to the poorest of the poor, there were also those who had been driven out of the city because their business was too disturbing, noisy, or smelly, so that leathermen, blacksmiths, stonemasons, dyers, and other merchants gathered here.

The city offers very little protection, and when a philanthropist walks through with a wallet full of money, he inadvertently spends money on the people here.

One of the landmarks of the outer city is the Wyvern Pass, which firmly controls the estuary of the Okina River, and the two bridges that span the Oshima River stretch north-south from the Flame Fist Fortress of Wyvern Rock.

Unlike most bridges in the realms, a large number of buildings were built above this crossing, ranging from elaborate multi-storey shops to small vendors, and even shops hanging from the sides of the stone bridge overlooking the precarious Okina River.

The massive Flame Fist Fortress was built on top of Wyvern Rock, much above the river.

South of Wyvern Pass is the outermost outer part of Baldur's Gate, the "Livington District", and the people of Livington usually consider themselves to be Bod's, but in the eyes of the real Bod's, the Levingtians are not Bod's at all.

When did a bunch of stinky rednecks become our Bod'ans?

In late April of 1364 in the Vale calendar, the district of Leivington welcomed several new guests.

The rat plague in Sword Bay is obviously a bit serious, and the outside of the Livington district is full of refugees waiting to enter the city, and people drag their families and families to help the old and the young, using simple carts and trolleys to carry their few possessions, trying to enter Baldur's Gate to escape the rat plague.

The garrison of Baldur's Gate is mainly composed of two parts: the security of the Upper City is taken care of by the "City Guards", the City Guard is only under the orders of the traditional Baldur nobles, and is an elite force that belongs only to the City Council, and the guards of the Lower and Outer Towns are under the responsibility of the Flame Fist mercenaries, who are composed of about 1,800 Flame Fist guards, unlike the standing armies of other countries, the Flame Fist mercenaries accept outside employment in their spare time, as long as they are not directly hostile to the Baldur's Gate, the Flame Fists do the same.

"Aaron, why didn't I find out that you like smaller ones now?"

Eleanor and Aaron sat in front of the carriage, and Miss Pastor said with her legs folded and rubbing her waist with a slight strange taste.

Since the last bottom line was broken by Aaron, Eleanor's originally pious and spiritual eyes have lost their light for a long time, and the original plan to give Aaron on the wedding night is gone, and the pastor is deeply frustrated by this.

Fortunately, Aaron was still very obsessed with her body, so obsessed that she couldn't stand it, and during the week she spent in Candlecastle, Eleanor's waist was sore, her legs were weak, her people were sleepy, and her voice was hoarse.

Aaron's infatuation greatly alleviated Eleanor's feelings of gain and loss, and Miss Pastor finally recovered somewhat.

"Aemond is who I used to be, and I hope that Amon will be who I am in the future." Aaron put his arm around Eleanor's shoulders and whispered.

He really doesn't have any special thoughts about Aamon, in his opinion, Amon is a cute little sister next door, his good impression of Amon does not come from how beautiful she looks, how much use value he has as a son of Baal God, but his greatest fondness for Amon is that when he played "Chanem", this little sister never gave up all the legendary journeys from Candlefort to Baal Throne.

It is said that in the end, when the angel of God AO revealed the true face of Aaron, Ammon resolutely gave up Baal's divinity for the sake of family and friendship, giving Chanem the opportunity to choose, but unfortunately according to the big guy, Chanem's choice is a tragedy - if he chooses to become a god, then he will become a sacrifice for Baal's resurrection, and the successfully resurrected Baal will burst out of Chanem's body.

If Chanem chooses to give up becoming a god, then he will give up gathering Baal divinity to condense the godhead, and the King of Slaughter will look for other gods to continue the path of resurrection, while Chanem, who has given up becoming a god, will be greatly reduced due to the loss of divine strength, and is doomed to lose in the continued chicken eating competition.

Aaron vaguely remembers that it seems that the Baldur's Gate production team once intended to set Aemon as the heroine, but then gave up due to some external and internal pressure, and was set to become Chanem's real sister, in order to make up for this regret, someone once made a very famous DLC called "Eromon Romance" for this purpose, but it has not been officially recognized.

"Really? I see you take her very seriously! Eleanor kicked Aaron lightly in the shin, and Miss Pastor felt that there should still be an attitude, she didn't want to have more people at the next spa party.

Aaron didn't reply, he spread his hands and motioned for me to surrender, and Eleanor said no more.

Sister Darkelf and Aaron agreed to meet at the caress of Charis, the inn on the Wyvern, Aaron thinks that Nestia should have arrived, and as for his butler, Arion, has entered Baldur's Gate and is using Aaron and Cormier's influence to meet with the influential nobles and merchants in the upper and lower cities.

"Hey! Come down, open the carriage, we're going to check! ”

The procession continued to move forward, and several flame fists surrounded them, and they used their hands and feet to move on the refugees who wanted to enter the city, turning over on the carts, and even searched for several peasant women for a long time, and only when they saw that there was no danger did they let them go: "According to the first sentence of Article 3, the second line of the Provisional Administrative Measures for the Response to the Plague issued by His Excellency Tuckers, we have the right to search the luggage, clothing, and body of all asylum seekers, and we have the right to include but not limited to fines for any items that may be harmful to Baldur's Gate and the feelings of the people of Baldur's Gate. Seizure, confiscation! ”

The attitude of the Flame Fist mercenaries is very rude, and they are very dissatisfied with the poor refugees, but these mercenaries are very discerning, they will punch the refugees in burlap clothes, and when they encounter a real person like Aaron in a fancy costume or Eleanor in a serious high-ranking priest's robe, Flame Fist will be much more careful.

"Is this the Flame Fist of Baldur's Gate? It feels much worse than the Purple Dragon Knight. Eleanor said angrily.

"Hey, the Flame Fist is the Flame Fist." There was also a dwarf who was about to enter the city next to him and complained to Eleanor, judging from the toolbox he was carrying, it was obviously a craftsman: "As we all know, the best way to deal with Flame Fist is gold coins, this time with a reasonable excuse, we have to have a little more blood~"

"Gold coins? How much does it cost? Eleanor always habitually wore her mask of "passionate priest" to people she didn't know.

"The cost of going into the city is 2 silver coins, but it might be that now." The dwarf craftsman compared with five fingers: "In any case, my cousin's clan uncle works in the Temple of Gonde at the Gate of Baldur, if you need some mechanical help, remember to go to the temple and report my name Glock, I will give you a good price, ma'am~"

The dwarf craftsman's voice made the priest smile, and Eleanor nodded: "I've heard of the Supreme Miracle House of Baldur's Gate, if I have time, I will definitely go and see it." ”

"Welcome, hey, it's your turn, get the money ready." Glock, a dwarf craftsman, brought his family of five to the Flame Fist guards, and when they saw that it was a craftsman, the Flame Fist guards gave them a certain amount of respect, but the greedy look on their faces obviously did not intend to let go of this kind of craftsman who must have saved money.

Sure enough, after paying a "special toll" of 10 gold coins, the dwarf craftsmen entered the city without any problems.

"10 gold coins...... I thought he was comparing silver coins......" Eleanor whispered to Aaron, and Miss Priest was very upset to see the flaming fists.

"Don't worry, we don't have to pay a penny." Aaron said lightly.

"Hey, you guys, stop, open the carriage, we need to check for anything suspicious, please cooperate, everything we do is to protect the safety of Baldur's Gate, your safety!" The two Flame Fist guards had already come up, and when they saw Aaron dressed like this, they came up with a big hat, and then they were ready to extort a little toll.

A scroll was casually dropped by Aaron, and the two Flame Fist guards hurriedly caught it, almost subconsciously trying to increase its strength.

What do you guys want to do? Want to ruin the good situation of Sword Bay against rats? Or do you want to put the safety of the kingdom at risk?

If you don't come to the consumer trade, you will poison you the fastest, I think a few of you are a bit like a rat man's spies!

We're Flame Fist! We are Baldur's Gate! I don't care where you are a nobleman, where your Excellency is, when you come to our land, you have to coil me if it is a dragon, and you have to lie down for me if it is a tiger!

However, this anger only lasted less than a second, and the Flame Fist guard hurriedly bent down, respectfully returned the scroll to Aaron's hand, and hurriedly ordered it to be released, and put on a smile in the hope that Aaron would not mind.

Just because the scroll that this man threw was a national letter!

A letter from Cormier stamped with the regent Alice Serge, and printed with the Cormier purple dragon coat of arms!

"Release!"

…………

Aaron and his party made it to the Livington borough without incident.

In contrast to the splendor of Baldur's Gate, the Borough of Levington is a rural-urban junction, with a mess of dirt roads, unplanned neighborhoods of villas and pigsties, tents between bungalows, a large latrine next to a blacksmith's shop, and a garbage dump behind the residential buildings and a tent camp in front.

If there was one word to describe the face of the Borough of Levinton, Aaron thought that perhaps only the word "swill" could match.

To make matters worse, the Livington district has now become a "meat bucket" made of countless crowded refugees, and the mud road is full of refugees waiting for relief, many of whom lie still on the road with animal skins, and the two-meter-high wooden walls of the Livington district seem to give refugees a sense of security.

At the end of the road into the city, there is a porridge shack set up by the priest of the three gods of justice and the priest of the Church of Our Lady of Silver, and the refugees gather together, and the ground is pressed in the dark, and the porridge is snatched so that people are overturned, and it seems that the holy warriors are restricted by dogma, and one by one the refugees do everything.

Others have already targeted their homes in the city, crowding their doors, shamelessly saying that "Baldur's Gate belongs to everyone" and asking their owners to share their bedrooms and living rooms with them.

This also caused dissatisfaction among some people at the city gates.

Aaron noticed a half-elf with hair in a leather jacket and close-fitting leather pants arguing with the Flame Fist guards.

"Sir, please go home, don't disturb me with my assignment, I am as eager as you are to get this done quickly." The Flame Fist guard had a helpless expression on his face inside the iron helmet.

"Complete your mission? Are you kidding! Flame Fist's job is supposed to protect this wonderful city, but you see, let all this garbage and pests enter the city in waves, and now Livington is like a bucket of swill! And the stinky meat coming in keeps increasing! Sooner or later, our true Baldan homeland will be flooded by these refugees, and our stuff will be divided up by them! The half-elf was emotional, he covered his mouth and nose and noticed Aaron and the others who got out of the carriage, as if they were waiting for reinforcements to come: "Hey, buddy, I can see that you are a real nobleman, you must understand how annoying these stinky beggars are, right?" ”

Before Aaron could speak, the day elf Barrell spoke impatiently: "Really, I feel that the self-consciousness of the small coastal bonus small place is really a bit excessive, and you are still a real Bode?" Listen to your accent, it's a native of Livington, right? Are you a Baldur? ”

"What? What nonsense are you talking about? I, Verratti, the Orthodox Bodian, was born behind the walls of the city - a true Bodite! The half-elf was like a cat with its tail stepped on, and its face turned red with excitement.

"What city walls, the lower city is outside the old town, and the inside is not Bodean! When we, the old Bodren, followed the four captains to besiege the Fort of the Supreme Hall, how could there be any lower city? Barrell said impatiently, "What do you mean to be an old boy?" I tell you, Bode's master is the master, every morning when you wake up, except for a short rest or a long break, there is nothing else! ”

Barrell's mouth was pure old Baldean accent, even the most serious expression of Ann Nuomin couldn't help laughing, Eleanor even covered her mouth and snickered, her shoulders shaking.

"You...... Where are you from? Sir, I would say that your hometown doesn't seem to pay much attention to upbringing! The half-elf's face was flushed when he was spoken, and he said angrily: "You are not Bode's at all, there is no Sun Elf family in the real Bode Sect!" ”

"That's why I like to talk to the Bodter, who are a little bit better than the Livington guys." Barrell waved his hand: "I'm from the Eternal Gathering Island, the Moonflower Family." ”

The half-elf was stunned for a moment, and his elven bloodline quickly told him what Yongju Island was and what the Moonflower Family was.

In the blink of an eye, the half-elf's expression changed from anger to flattery: "It turned out to be the lord of the Yuehua family, lord, please here!" Are these your servants? Do you need me to show you the way? ”

"Be respectful, this is my employer, Viscount Aaron Salian of Cormier." Barrell took the opportunity to introduce Aaron.

"Oh, it turned out to be the master of the purple dragon~ Cormier's lord is the master, I have heard your honorific name a long time ago! The Lord of the Silver Lady, the Master of Lords! ”

"Port Carlin, Ibrahim." Anomin takes a step forward.

"Kalinsan? The grandfather of the Great Pasha family? Is it also a master? The half-elf was even more shocked, and he immediately put away his arrogance and greeted Aaron and the others with a bow.

"Inclusive, humble, welcome, I, Verratti, welcome you on behalf of Baldur's Gate!"

Updated, ask for a ticket duck~

(End of chapter)