The place where outsiders are placed is some distance away from the range of activities of the residents of Chaoyang City. This is to provide a safe environment for guests to rest and to ensure that residents are safe enough.

While Darriburg was concentrating on his research, it was Saslir who kept his eyes on the city, like observing a sapling rooted in a barren land, watering and pruning only when necessary to drive away pests and wait for time to raise its foliage.

As Abram walked through the woods, the eyes of Leodro and the others frequently fell on the peculiar bird.

"This is Zoya," Abram took the initiative to introduce Leodro when he saw that his eyes were very complicated, "Zoya also came some time ago, and often followed the Lord's half or Ulorius. He is Lord—"

Abram's words paused, he really didn't know what Zoya had to do with the Lord, and the Lord didn't seem to need a translator......

Leodro's focus was different: "You just said he? ”

The lark tilted his head, and there was no emotion in his pale eyes: "Yes according to your perception, but it does not belong to any 'race' in your perception. ”

Leodro couldn't help but lower his voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. ”

Zoya was a little confused by his reaction, he didn't remember any excesses on the man's part, and he didn't even say a few words between them.

But he didn't think about it, Zoya just shook her head: "You didn't offend me. ”

The gravel road through the woods finally came to an end, leading to a wide street of smooth, rectangular stone slabs.

Such a street is enough for a single cyclops to walk through, and it is not much narrower than the underwater city of the elves, after all, the elves are not a race known for their tall stature, and their body proportions are quite close to that of humans.

Leodro couldn't help but breathe lightly, as if he was afraid that he would disturb something, and Abram was very happy to spread his arms forward, and his smile was bright and inspiring:

"Welcome to Chaoyang City!"

This is Abram's most fluent Elven language, and it seems that he has secretly practiced it many times in private.

Leodro didn't respond much, he kept looking curiously at the sunlit city.

"It's morning, so there's going to be a market in the main street square, and we can go and check it out." Speaking of this, Abram hesitated for two seconds, "If you have something you really want, you can tell me and I'll write it down." The ones that are not too expensive can be purchased for you, and we have some preferential treatment for 'guests'.

"Or when you settle here and get a job, you can save up for a while and buy it yourself, it will make more sense to you. But you may have to learn our language first, which is based on the Giant's language, and it will probably take some time for you. ”

Zoya translated all these words to the rest of the people, and they looked at each other until the young man, who kept shaking his arms, approached the leader and asked in a low voice, "Do we have a new master when we are looking for a job?" ”

His voice was soft, but Zoya could hear it perfectly, and he glanced at the boy and shoved the words directly into Abram's head.

Abram frowned, then shook his head at the boy with a smile: "There are no 'masters' and 'slaves' here, everyone is the same. The Lord set us free, and we were set free, standing on the earth with our own feet, walking in our own ways. ”

The lark translated these words, but the tortured refugees were even more confused. Perhaps only Leodro already had a goal, and he had a guess in his mind as to why the Lord was willing to give only one name to himself—the shepherd's hound, the shepherd's staff.

As for whether the guess in his heart was true or false, Leodro did not dare to ask.

He always had a breath in his heart, but his reason suppressed the irritable mood.

Abram, who accompanied him, had a very "professional" interpreter, and the most troublesome language problem was solved, which made him praise Master Saslier in his heart.

Abram had already regarded the lark as some kind of messenger that Sasriel had cultivated.

The orderly layout of Chaoyang City gave Leodro a glimpse of the orderly planning of the city behind the scenes, and even left room for further development, and they saw several hot construction works along the way.

"We have new friends arriving almost every day, some like you, some old friends of some of us." Abram whispered, and instead of taking the crowd away in a hurry, he accompanied them as he listened to the sound of the hammer clattering, with unspeakable pride on his face.

The young man's eyesight was sharp, and he saw several craftsmen carrying stones with one hand: "They don't seem to be ordinary people......

Abram smiled and winked at him, "Of course, none of us count. ”

"Then if, I mean if, if we join—" The boy's eyes grew brighter and brighter, but he blushed again because of the greed he had shown.

Abram nodded and shook his head: "It depends on the situation, Lord Sasriel and the War Corps have corresponding investigations, we need not only combatants, but also a lot of help in life." After all, it's just getting started. ”

Along the way, as the teenager behind Leodro actively asks questions, Abram gradually interacts with these people, learning about the time when the city was founded, and the historical background that it is so blank that there is not much to tell.

These special visitors were amazed at how young the age of the settlement was even shorter than the youngest teenager in the crowd.

This is perhaps why everyone in the city has a look of hope on their faces, those who look at them out of curiosity, wary eyes, and friendly smiles of welcome.

Thankfully, the meaning of the smile was the same, and Abram couldn't help but have such a strange thought, if either side felt that the smile was a provocation, it would be too easy to fight.

As if to confirm his thoughts, a red-haired man swayed around the street corner, revealing a smile that was always sarcastic, as if it was always attracting people to fight with him, and beside the red-haired boy, another silver-white figure followed.

Abram recognized it as Medici and Ulorius, so he subconsciously turned around and led Leodro into an alley.

Leodro couldn't help but glance twice at the original path, and he felt that the two men were somewhat familiar, as if they were the strange people he had seen on the first day.

Leodro followed Abram and asked, "Are you afraid of them?" ”

Abram was a little cramped by such an overly straightforward way of questioning: "No, no, I'm not afraid of them, yes, I just respect them." The red-haired one was Master Medici, and the white-robed one was Lord Ulorius, both of whom were born with special abilities, not humans. ”

Hearing Abram's introduction, the boy looked surprised: "Then they were originally like sea monsters, or dragons?" ”

"Probably, to be honest, I haven't seen what they used to look like." Abram replied unconvinced.

Leodro wanted to know more details: "So they are not human and can still roam freely in this town." ”

Of course, they are all followers of the Lord, and they are close enough to serve the Lord...... I actually envy them, I'm still too weak, and my mother doesn't approve of me joining the War Corps. ”

Abram's smile was a little reluctant, so he quickly took the initiative to change the subject, explaining to a few people the "public facilities" of Chaoyang City, which Abram said was also invented, referring to places where townspeople can come and go as long as they follow the rules, such as "nursing homes" for patients.

"Most of your decoctions come from there." Abram pointed in a certain direction, "But it's a bit far, and we'll have to walk through the market to get there." ”

They had been walking for quite some time, and as the crowds around them became more and more dense, Leodro realized that before they knew it, they had come to the edge of the square where a huge stone had been erected.

"It's a bazaar, and most of the people who sell their stuff stay until the evening and then go home for dinner. The stalls are not fixed, so what is sold is different every day. ”

The bazaar was very lively, and throwing Leodro and his party into it turned out to be inconspicuous because of the excessive flow of people.

Even the middle-aged man, who always had a gloomy face, couldn't help but be attracted by what the vendors were selling, and they whispered to each other, occasionally pointing at the things that lay out on the rudimentary planks, looking full of curiosity and longing.

The boy crouched next to a wrinkled woman, playing with a bone flute she had shown, and the woman whispered to him that the boy could not understand, so he could only nod his head frequently, and reluctantly stroke the cool piccolo.

Leodro was observing what was being sold here, and the people who were buying and selling, and he suddenly noticed that the vigor he felt in Abram was everywhere in the city.

Even for those who are scarred on their faces and bodies, the wrinkles or scars on their faces cannot hide the smiles that come from the heart.

Leodro pondered whether there was any hidden danger in it, and observed silently with a straight face.

If the price of staying here is only to believe in their Lord, then everyone will be willing to stay, even if they know what traps may be behind it...... They couldn't resist such a sweet temptation either.

Abram walked up to a girl guarding a basket and threw something over, and Leodro quickly caught it.

"Taste it, hang dried plums, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it in other places in Chaoyang City." Abram said with a smile, and gave everyone the black, shriveled dried fruit in his hand.

Leodro hesitated before shoving the thing into his mouth.

It was so sweet that he didn't like it very much.

But listening to the other people exclaiming, Leodro smiled a little.

(End of chapter)