The nearly three-meter-tall "giant" said with regret: "The Council of Six stipulates that you can't talk about things that are not said in the holy scriptures, you are all a believer in Mr. 'Fool', you must have heard the sermon and understood the official statement, and I can't tell you the rest, just like I can't say that I have seen the 'Angel of Salvation' with my own eyes and have been helped by him."

Speaking of which, the "giant" tried to pat Lumian on the shoulder again, but was cleverly and unobtrusively dodged by Lumian.

"What do you call it?" Lumian didn't really believe it in his heart, but he pretended to have a look of reverence on his face.

The "giant" replied, "Livalier."

"Cheers to the new students of Silver City!"

Lumian raised his huge beer glass, touched it with the other man, and drank the rest of the golden liquor.

He touched his bulging belly, pointed in the direction of the bathroom, and motioned for himself to go for convenience.

There is nothing special about the beers in New Silver City, but the cups that hold them are so big that after drinking two glasses in a row, Lumien's physique and alcohol volume are a little unbearable.

It's not drunk, it's propped!

Lumian entered the bathroom, stood in front of one of the urinals, unbuckled his belt, and half-narrowed his eyes.

In the clattering sound, a "giant" of more than three meters entered and chose the urinal next to him.

Lumian subconsciously glanced sideways, slowly retracting his gaze.

He stared at the wall in front of him in confusion until the pressure on his lower abdomen was completely relieved, and then he walked out of the bathroom and sat back in his old position at the bar.

Livalier had ordered him a new glass of wine, a dark but not dirty beer that was brown as it swayed.

"Taste, the specialty of New Silver City, black noodle wine!" The "giant", who firmly believes that he is a human being, said enthusiastically.

"Black-faced wine?" Lumian asked in confusion as he picked up a beer glass larger than his head.

Livalier suddenly felt a little sad: "The Godforsaken Land' has no sun, no fertile land, only black-faced grass can grow, it is our staple food, feeding generations of the inhabitants of Silver City, although it is always insufficient, but it is better than nothing."

"At that time, it was impossible to use black-faced grass to make wine, it was too extravagant, too extravagant.

"Hehe, now that there is enough food, meat and milk, I have grown taller again, a full thirty centimeters taller than before."

"When I get to the New Silver City, can I still plant black-faced grass? Planted in the ground?" Although Lumian is not a "cultivator", he is also a person who grew up in the countryside, and knows that in extreme environments, those plants will most likely die if they are replaced by a normal environment.

Livalier smiled: "Yes!" It can grow in any environment, of course, we have found someone to improve the seeds of the black face grass, so that it is more suitable for the current environment, its taste is actually very different from before, more, more delicious, try it, you can't drink this kind of beer outside, we don't grow much ourselves, mainly to remember the past. ”

Lumian brought the beer glass to his lips with interest and took a long sip.

He first tasted a normal, pale wheat aroma, then a grassy freshness and a slight irritation in the sweetness, and finally a milky smell that permeated his mouth.

"Yes, very special and great experience." Lumien did not skimp on his praise.

He asked curiously, "Is there any liquor made from black-faced grass?"

Livalier's expression was slightly gloomy, and he shook his head: "We people in New Silver City feel that alcoholism is depraved, indulgent, and a waste of food, so we refuse to drink alcohol."

Speaking of this, he paused: "Moreover, the black face grass does not seem to be very suitable for brewing, even if it is made into beer, drinking too much will produce a certain hallucination, and I drink up to three glasses at a time."

Is it weakly toxic? The people of New Silver City still relied on eating this plant to survive generation after generation when they were in the "God's Forsaken Land", which is really not easy...... Lumian remembered her sister's occasional joke, hooked the corners of her mouth and said, "Will you see a group of villains dancing if you drink too much?"

Livalier thought for a moment and said: "No, hallucinations are different most of the time, some see their wives slapping themselves, some hear the cries of their dead relatives, some find a baby lying on the side of the road, crying... ….”

Lumian couldn't hear the baby's cry now, so he lost interest and talked about the taste of the black wine.

After he had finished his drink, he went to the bathroom again, and then left the bar, intending to take advantage of the afternoon sunshine to take a walk around the New Silver City, and wait until the evening to "teleport" back to the "Berry" that stopped at Hunter Harbor.

Between the buildings with few floors but extremely tall, the walking is mainly "half-giants", occasionally one or two "giants" over three meters can be seen, and those below one meter eight are almost none, unless they are full of childish faces.

Lumien's height was barely passable, and his eyes were rolling around.

He noticed some blue-green vines crawling on the outer walls of some houses, and on the vines grew many fluffy, large, white and plump mushrooms.

Mushroom? When did the vine grow mushrooms? Lumian frowned, doubting his own botany.

Thinking that this might be a special plant that New Silver City had brought out from the "Godforsaken Land", he was relieved again.

He walked up to a roadside stall, tilted his head and said, "You're selling milk, why didn't I see the bucket of milk?"

The vendor was two meters five or six tall, with a slightly gray-blue complexion, and he smiled honestly: "The house in the back is mine, do you want milk?"

"Let's have a drink." Lumian asked, and he didn't miss the money to buy a glass of milk.

Although the currency used in the New Silver City does not include Filgin and Gillsso, gold is a hard currency everywhere.

The vendor happily took a cup, turned and walked to his two-story house, and plucked a fluffy white mushroom.

He aimed the mushroom at the rim of the cup and squeezed it hard.

Milky white milk squirted out and quickly filled the cup.

Lumian's mouth opened slightly, and his eyes were once again confused.

You call it milk?

"Alright." The "half-giant" vendor handed the milk to Lumien.

Lumian reflexively took it and asked blankly, "That's a mushroom?"

"Yes, milk mushrooms." The "half-giant" vendor looked sincere.

You call that a mushroom? Lumian paid a little dumbfounded, took his glass, and left the roadside stall.

He couldn't remember exactly how much he had paid, and he had forgotten that his original intention was to buy milk and talk to the other party.

After walking more than ten meters, he brought the cup to his mouth and took a sip.

A milky smell!

Lumian frowned and drank the milk, not thinking there was anything wrong with it.

But these liquids come out of mushrooms!

"Just like a special plant....just like a special plant......." Lumian muttered to himself, not thinking of trying again.

He was afraid that if he drank too much, he would also produce milk!

He continued to wander around, wandering aimlessly on a road twice as wide as the streets of Port Hunter.

Suddenly, another "half-giant" with a slightly grayish and blue complexion approached, holding a thick book, and said with great enthusiasm: "This friend, I am interested in learning more about our signs and Savior... ….”

Lumian laughed, put his hand to his chest, and saluted: "Praise the fool!"

"It turned out to be brothers." The "half-giant" was a little disappointed and very happy. “

The two sides were communicating in the ancient Phosak language, but Lumian had just come all the way and heard the residents of New Silver City talking to each other on their own, occasionally popping up the words of the Giants that could pry supernatural powers.

"Are there any outsiders here?" Lumien asked casually.

The "half-giant" smiled and said: "There are often outsiders who come to visit, experience, tour, in the first few years, there are still people who choose to settle here, but then most of them moved away, and feel that living with us is more stressful, hehe, we are too high, and we don't know how to enjoy themselves."

As he spoke, the "half-giant" took something out of his pocket and handed it to Lumian: "I'm glad you came to New Silver City as a guest and tasted the sugar we produced ourselves."

It was a candy wrapped in blue and white tissue paper.

Lumien was not polite, took it, ripped off the package, and shoved the white sugar into his mouth.

The intense milk aroma and mellow sweetness ferment quickly on the tip of his tongue, silky and delicious.

The smell of milk moved ........ Lumi's peace of mind, and asked with a strange expression, "Is this toffee?"

"Yes." The missionary "half-giant" replied with a smile on his face.

"What kind of milk do you use?" Lumian didn't expect to ask such a question one day.

The "half-giant" replied naturally, "Milk mushroom milk."

"......" Lumian swallowed the toffee, not spitting or swallowing.

He could feel the sincerity and enthusiasm of the other party when he gave the toffee just now.

In the following time, he saw the mushrooms that were fried with the aroma of meat, the mushrooms that were roasted with a fishy feeling, and the various and strange mushrooms.

Lumi's eyes were confused, and he watched as the "half-giants" and "giants" happily shared with each other.

Before he knew it, he had walked to a corner of the New Silver City.

There is a very tall building standing here.

It is divided into two parts, on the left is a spired tower and on the right is a domed tower, the outer wall is gray and white, and it is thirty or forty meters high.

"This is the Petronas Twin Towers? According to Livalier, the spire tower is a public facility such as a library

The domed tower is where the 'Council of Six', which rules the New Silver City, is located...... There must be seals in this kind of place, and there must be strong people......" Lumian stood not far away, looking at the building in front of him.

His gaze swept over the domed tower, and saw clumps of black plants like hairs growing from the cracks in the masonry near the ground, hanging there, sometimes swaying in the wind.

Lumian retracted his gaze and walked towards the spire, wanting to see what books had been handed down in New Silver City, a human settlement that had lasted for thousands of years in the "Godforsaken Lands".