It wasn't until he entered the city that Cybertron knew about the small ruined city...... Well, theoretically, it's supposed to be a big city -- what is it called, exactly. Canaphon, a good name, can basically be called "Cana Crazy" - Cybertron felt a strong rustic atmosphere as soon as he entered the door. Compared to the days of primitive life in the tribe, how can you feel so down-to-earth when you enter the gate of this city known as a civilized world?

"Welcome to Caernarfon, the most beautiful city in the middle of the British Isles. With his left hand behind his back and his right hand waving forward, Marand made a gentlemanly gesture: "Although it cannot be compared with many big cities on the mainland, Caernarfon is a well-known number one in the British Isles." Aha, I almost forgot about it, you are a Burkeso from Erlan, maybe you can't quite accept this shocking scene in front of you. ”

Marand was complacent, looking like he was taking a trip to the Third Ring Road with his poor relatives.

"Ah...... It's a little shocking. Looking in the direction Marand was pointing, Cybertron saw bungalows as far as he could see. I don't want to say anything about this, just treat it as a junction between urban and rural areas. But as far as the eye can see, it's almost all of this kind of building, are you sure I'm in the city? It's the same as the magical world of my dreams......

The difference is not a little bit!

What about the beautiful mercenary half-naked? What about the mage floating in mid-air? At the very least, there must be a few flying mounts flying in the sky, right?

"The shock is inevitable, Caernarfon is a big city, with a population of more than 30,000, and the exact number is still growing with the expansion of the city. "Speaking of the population of a small county town, Marland's head is almost up to the sky. With his hands behind his back, he walked shaking his head...... No, it's clearly just shaking his head and tail! Take one step and shake it three times, fully showing his superiority: "This is still the southern city, and when you go to the northern city, you will know the greatness of the civilized world." ”

"Oh......" Cybertron's eyes darkened and darkened, and he said that he had given up. I'm so stupid, really, I actually believe that the fantasy world exists, and after the time crossing, reality (and my mother) has hit me again and again, why don't I have a long memory?--At that time, Cybertron felt like Xianglin's sister-in-law.

"If it weren't for the plague of natural disasters half a century ago...... Alas, in fact, as early as a hundred years ago, the population of Carnarfon was said to have reached 100,000 people, but it is a pity. Marand sighed involuntarily: "Let's go, I'll take you to the rich area of the city, the North City." Only the best and most contributing and wealthy citizens can live there-"

"Oh......"

"You...... Speechless from shock?" Looking at Cyber's stunned appearance, Marland's smile kept on his lips - no matter how brave he was, what could he do? But a brute: "Don't worry, you can work hard in the future, and you can live in this city like me and get citizenship." ”

"......" Cybertron wanted to smack the other party's face, but he stubbornly stopped this impulse: "If I go to Beicheng, will you take me to apply for temporary civilian residency?"

In fact, it is the medieval saying of the temporary residence permit, and when you enter the city, you must first find the guild. In this other world, this can be regarded as an inevitable development of the times. With the rise of the big cities and the decline of the traditional castle (in fact, it is not in decline), as well as the prosperity of handicraft production, in order to protect the interests of fellow craftsmen (mainly themselves) from outsiders, in order to prevent the competition of foreign craftsmen and limit the competition between local craftsmen in the same trade (this is true), urban craftsmen (mainly the rich who got rich first) established a kind of organization called guilds. Later, representatives of the guilds could also be elected to the municipal council through guò.

By now, due to their increasing power, the guilds have been able to manage some of the city's low-level affairs. Cybertron didn't know that foreigners and Celestial Empire people were not the same at all on Earth. The three deep-seated contradictions are the affair between the guilds, the church, and the king (aristocracy).

"Oh, yes, yes, I almost forgot about this thing......" Marand pinched the beard on his chin and squinted his eyes and thought for a few seconds, "But I'd better find a place to stay with you first, and put the salute first, how about it?"

"Salute, I don't have any luggage?" Cybertron didn't understand.

“...... What you're carrying behind your back?" Marland didn't understand even more, pointing to the two-handed sword behind Cybertron's back, "And this one on your shoulder...... Fancy dress, huh?"

"This guy is eating, how can it be luggage? Don't you southerners bring weapons to the streets?" Cybertron wore a neck stalk, but he didn't need to pretend, and he was already a qualified barbarian after more than ten years: "This one on the shoulder is a symbol of bravery! I killed it and then used its front teeth as decorations, is there a problem?"

What if it's stolen? Who do I cry to?

“...... Well, in fact, we don't usually cut people on the street. "Marand thinks that the cultural difference is really big, how do you say that you are polite and honest with this brute?" "No matter where you live, I need to introduce you, since you are willing to treat me as a friend, I have to be responsible for you." ”

Marand said in his heart that if a wild horse has to be put on a trap, and if it is a wild dog, it has to be brought into a circle -- a lone wolf lover! First of all, I will find you a place to live, you are not familiar with the place you are not familiar with, and you are not afraid that you will not be found when the time comes! And you can also sell you a favor, shoot N birds with one stone, how good.

“...... Well, if you're so enthusiastic. Cybertron sighed, still trapped: "I will repay you." "—if you don't cheat me.

Through the alleys, some of the streets were so wide that there were gravel roads for two carriages to travel side by side—but there were only two, and the main roads running through the east, west, north and south. Most of the rest can only get one trolley through guò, and two trolleys will have a traffic problem of who lets who pass first. Plus there are no traffic lights here, so the most traffic accidents are not horse-drawn carriages, but trolleys. Cybertron kept wondering, and the ancients wrote poems [The eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. It's almost idyllic. How did you end up in a slum here?

Cybertron's heart kept going down the way, and his heart said that he had run to the Dark Middle Ages, or had he run to a magical world? I heard my father brag about 13, saying that he was not afraid of the Wizard - I bah! The so-called [Ice Law Niu Death Battle, that is an inevitability!] (-from) Is the barbarian really so high?

More on that later.

Then, Marand directly led him to a good place, and I have to say that there are still things that cannot be seen in the future in feudal society.

Brothel.

These two words seem to be prone to ambiguity, so they must be explained. The meaning of this place is "the place where a woman who has prostitutes" works. As mentioned above, there are guilds for more classes and types of work in the city. For example, the Crews' Guild, the Workers' Guild, the Teachers' Guild, and of course, the most bullish 13 are the Merchant's Guild and the Craftsmen's Guild.

When you get here, it's natural to see the [Prostitute Workers' Guild], or [Prostitute Women's Guild] for short. Generally speaking, the president of the guild is served by the old artists who are both virtuous and artistic, and the old artists are unwilling to be lonely, hoping to contribute to the society for the second time. So they were rehired one after another.

It's basically the old bustard.,Of course, the other world doesn't call it that.,It's usually called [boss].

Of course, Marand wasn't leading Cybertron to a good place. Because even if it is the place where this kind of chicken worker works, there is a hierarchy. Otherworldly hierarchies are everywhere, and Cybertron has seen this. The place where the first-class prostitutes work is basically the same as where the nobles live, and even better than the places where some nobles live! And the first-class chicken workers are not the same, they must have green tea and beautiful at least, and they must also know what the most fashionable poems, poets and the like inside, if possible, they have to play the harp back in ancient times, and now they have to be proficient in the harpsichord! Very elegant, high-grade!――

Of course, since it is such an elegant place, it is not something that ordinary people can come to. Basically, they all have to be big merchants of the big guilds, or the lord of the city, or the father of the lord of the city, or the son of the lord of the city, or the wife of the lord of the city - they all have to be in this capacity to get in.

The second-class chicken worker is almost there, but the chicken worker is also good-looking, and most of them belong to the type of appearance that only has green tea. Basically, if you have money, you can come, and it belongs to the nouveau riche.

Chicken workers may not look as good as green tea, and it may even be possible that some old cadres who retire after 50 years plan to rejuvenate again. Everyone knows that it is not easy for working people, the ratio of men and women is out of balance, there are many people who don't have cars and houses, and an ordinary girl with a cart won't marry you. What's more, the city lord still has more than 80 lovers, and then it will not be the turn of ordinary people. Therefore, in order to alleviate the pressure on society, these public-minded chicken workers used their own spirits, their own meat, and their own sweat to make up for everyone's emptiness - and their own money bags. Although it doesn't make much money, it is a small profit and quick turnover, and it can be regarded as a big tax payer.

Waiting for the next second is too much. Because they don't like taxes very much, which is kind of like piracy. Of course, to put it nicely, it is [not in this industry, but willing to contribute to this industry and feudal society] - secret prostitution. The price is fair and reasonable, and it includes utilities or something. is to sweep up these unlicensed ones every time they crack down on pornography and illegal publications.

The place where Marand led Cybertron was a special one, one of those general markets. The area is quite spectacular - for the first time, Cybertron feels like it may be in a otherworldly building, but it is actually a brothel.

The three-storey stone building is even more colorful at night. It looked like he had arrived in Silvermoon City, and Cybertron was overjoyed, so he pulled Marand and asked.

"Mr. Marland—what is this place? Is it the Lord's Mansion?"

"Uh......" Marland's face changed color a little, and he immediately coughed lightly: "Friend, although the city lord often comes here...... Office, but it's not ...... The castle lord's mansion. Marand smiled and said, "This is a brothel." ”

“...... Chicken farm?" Cybertron asked, tilting his head.

"Look at me, your lingua franca isn't very good...... Well, it's good, to be exact, at least I can understand it. But...... You don't seem to be very old. Marland's smile was even bigger, and he held his hands on his shoulders and looked like a ruffian: "But I can describe it more perfectly, this is ......"

“...... Oh...... Where x is sold. Cybertron took a closer look and pouted. The vulgar words made Marland, who was about to drag the text, almost choked to death: "What did I think...... There were so many women standing on the side of the street, dressed so little. What did I think...... You southerners are so wonderful, civilized people are civilized people. Selling x has so much to say, and living so well - do you have too much money to spend?"

Marand finally calmed down, and the brute surprised him again, looking at Cybertron's appearance and his naked upper body, and muttered heartily, "You don't wear much." ”