"As expected, it's a poor ghost. Zhou Zhongmou thought about this problem, the big sword in his hand was now used as a stick by him, picking up the clothes on the corpses of the unlucky dead ghosts, of course, the final harvest was only a few copper coins and some worn farm tools and a few old and poorly maintained one-handed swords. As for the rare leather armor, it had already been cut into several pieces by Zhou Zhongmou's sword along with the human body. Although Zhou Zhongmou's horse was not a war horse, it seemed that he had a lot of courage - this horse was not frightened by this one-sided slaughter, but paced to the side to gnaw the bark.

After taking back his horse, Zhou Zhongmou didn't care about the corpses on the ground - anyway, the world is now lush with vegetation and far less densely populated than six hundred years ago, naturally there are a lot of animals that will come to deal with the corpses on the road, he continued to move along the road by himself, and on the way, he also saw the fields and scattered farms in the distance, "It seems that eighty percent of those bandits came out from here to do business." "Those farms look like homes of poor ghosts, and it's no wonder that the owners inside rely on barricades to improve their lives.

As Zhou Zhongmou got closer and closer to what should be a more populated place, the forests and wilderness on the roadside became more and more sparse and fewer, and there were more and more small farms and manors—from some that could only be seen in two or three days to several in a day. And this environment seems to be getting dirtier and dirtier, Zhou Zhongmou has seen more than once that the so-called farmer's house is connected to the animal pen, "No wonder those farmers are not much cleaner than their livestock", he saw this day, the only place that can be called a city in these days.

There weren't many travelers along the way, and they were all very wary of each other. And when you get to the vicinity of the city, the travelers are a lot more relaxed. And it's like a school of fish in the sea. All of a sudden, there were more people. The city ahead has stone walls. The height is about six meters, and from the city gate, the houses inside are all made of stone. The size of the city was much larger than the first time Zhou Zhongmou saw a small town whose name he didn't even remember—according to Zhou Zhongmou's estimates, it was about five to six square kilometers of urban area. Outside the city, there are also a series of houses, some of stone and some of wood, and even "holes" made of mud and thatch. Zhou Zhongmou casually estimated that the residents of this city were fifty or sixty thousand, to say the least.

But the city is filthy inside and out, a true European city typical of the Middle Ages on Earth. The glory of the past, the glory of the Roman era, has long since disappeared in ignorance. Just like the European cities of the same era on Earth - the era of alchemy and magic civilization six hundred years ago has become a legend, and the sewers that every town must have in that era did not exist in this city - this is a foul-smelling city, at least in the alleys.

Zhou Zhongmou frowned and rode into the city, as a man with horses, he could be called middle class in this place, the cloak covered his face, the guards at the door couldn't see his mocking face at all, just nodded and took a few silver coins that far exceeded the required and let Zhou Zhongmou enter the city. The stone-paved road on the main road is full of people coming and going, and even the clothes of the people of this era are like medieval Europe, but it seems that the past era of magic alchemy civilization is not completely without traces - at least in most of the diet and some living habits. It is much more developed than in the European Middle Ages. The sharp-eyed Zhou Zhongmou also discovered that there were so-called cleaners in this city - unlike the farmland of medieval Europe, Zhou Zhongmou had seen the farmer's manure pond here more than once on the road. He also saw the city's cleaners collecting manure and transporting it out of the city, looking like it was ready to be sold to local farmers. Therefore, although the city stinks, it should still be much better than the historical European dung heap city Paris or something.

Bakeries here are available for a long time, mud-free and well-fermented brown bread, even white bread is not without it, and beet sugar is much more developed than in Europe at the same time - at least there is no problem in supply, which is a legacy of a bygone era. Zhou Zhongmou bought a bunch of black bread and put it in a bag to hang on the horse, and then he bought some pork marinated in spices and smoked in pine wood, which he also hung on the horse. He let the horses roam the streets of the city at will, his eyes looking at the shops to the left and right.

There are not many shops, but the variety is quite complete, of course, there are still many weapon shops here, and in terms of cold weapon making, it is more developed than Europe at the same time - there are many big swords, battle axes and chain mail in the roadside weapon shops and blacksmith shops, and even Zhou Zhongmou saw a complete range of crossbows from large to small in a pile of bows and arrows. This thing was forbidden in Europe at the same time, and plate armor was not nothing, as far as Zhou Zhongmou saw that the popularity of plate armor in this world was much higher than that of the earth, "It seems that the heritage should be the most remnant in terms of weapons - maybe this is also because of the continuous wars and so many fierce beasts in the wild?" Zhou Zhongmou was thinking about this problem, but he was not going to buy plate armor, but he was going to choose a pair of more breathable and comfortable hand armor, and at the same time, if possible, buy a set of leather or cloth horse armor, and drape it on his horse to improve the horse's survivability - although it is not a war horse and can only be regarded as a horse, but this horse is good-looking, and it can be regarded as a high-headed horse. "I wonder what happened to the centaurs on Remiret, but these three-meter-tall fellows must be the strongest horses at the moment on their own bodies - there is still no one of them. "The Centaur's size comparable to that of the heaviest cold-blooded horses is truly striking in this era. "I just don't know if they can adapt to life on the mainland" But in Zhou Zhongmou's feeling, he felt that adult or semi-adult centaurs should be able to live on the mainland, although the concentration of magic power is almost blank, but centaurs of this size should not need magic power to survive normally.

Letting his thoughts be reined, Zhou Zhongmou looked left and right very casually. "Isn't the weapon forging technique good here, but I don't seem to see the pattern forging technique?" he jumped off his horse and strode to a weapons shop by the side of the road, looking at the one-handed sword on the wall. "Clamping steel is really ingenious. Clip steel sword. And the shop had what he needed—a waistcoat sewn from thick canvas that covered the horse's neck and chest. At the same time, Zhou Zhongmou also noticed the introduction office outside the door - the Belken text on it should mean mercenary. (To be continued......)