It's early summer in San Francisco and the sun is shining. Beautiful pyramids are reflected on the surface of the sea, and a cool wind blows at 37° north latitude.

It's a wonderful season, it's a beautiful time...

"Tsk, what a nice fart. Humans are no longer the only intelligent life on Earth. You say yes, Miss Apollonia? I am afraid that the good days of human civilization are coming to an end. ”

Putting the music box in his pocket, Shang Luo locked the door and walked towards the acropolis not far away.

Your good days won't end, at least that's what I think. Civilization without humans is meaningless, it's just a sandbox. But you should know that human civilization is more fragile than you expect]

"I've guessed it." Walking down the street, the sun in San Francisco is still as mild as ever. But the lingering coldness has been haunting the back of his head. His own existence is proof of the "fragility" of this world, or the Meng Po soup here is not very fresh.

But compared to crossing or Meng Po Tang, the issues he pays more attention to now are:

"Tsukidan, I'm not the only one who has asked this question. Have you asked about something similar before? ”

[That's why I'm surprised I can find it so quickly.] Someone has already asked before, and the recipe is on the shelf. Because we iterated so precisely, I took it out of my hand. 】

"What about the foundation monks? Since it is completely in line with my description, the monks of the foundation building period should have been flying all over the sky long ago? ”

[Again, this is why I treat this 'Tsukidan' with caution.] I think there must be some reason for this... Of course, now I have asked you, and this knowledge is also retrieved with the help of you. The Akashic Records are only accessible to humans, and I'm just helping you enter. So the results of the query belong to you personally, and I won't give it to a second person. 】

"What if I give the Tsukidan I have refined to someone else?"

[You can think clearly, Tsukidan is not a boiled egg. Judging from the formula, Tsukidan is not difficult to refine. I suggest that you also be cautious about the Tsukidan you have refined - of course, if you want to give it to someone else, that's your own decision. 】

"I'm not going to give it to anyone."

Although he hasn't checked it yet, Shang Luo can basically conclude that this is true. He just wanted to get insurance at the end.

The Acropolis is not too far from the watch shop. He plans to walk this distance with his own feet.

What if after eating Tsukidan, he flies directly out of the earth's gravity? I am afraid that walking like this will be the last time. He wanted to experience more.

The sun was shining in early summer, and the weather was nice today. The San Francisco landscape is as usual, with layers of signs and banners hanging down from the shops along the street — Jiangning Bank, Yong'an Tang Pharmacy, Lyceum Cinema, and the Liubiju pickle branch that can be found everywhere.

Although it is an out-of-town city, the city of San Francisco is far better developed than it is in the wild. The streets spread out in circles along the Acropolis, stretching beyond the outer gates, into the endless wheat fields, and finally disappearing into the horizon.

San Francisco is the standard template for the Docket. Ancient revolts left many fortresses like San Francisco around the world, each of which was a fortified fortress built in the middle of the wheat waves.

There are also things that are not so easy to see elsewhere, such as dart games. Pennants are hung in layers overhead, and these dart boards use the dart flags as a banner. As usual, there are gun-wielding dart masters standing at the entrance of the dart board, all wearing black coats that can hide submachine guns, and the waist tags of vigilantes are basically hung on their waists. However, the weather was too warm, and the dart master on the side of the road also leaned there with a gun.

When you see the dart master, it means that this place is not far from the gate of the Acropolis. Because the dart master will pick up the work at the city gate, and be responsible for escorting the supplies to other places. Many of the dart doors have signs that lead directly to "Las Vegas".

Las Vegas, just a short distance east of San Francisco, is in the desert. It was a wasteland that no one wanted, a neutral zone that neither the Ming nor the Romans had ever governed. Las Vegas was built right there.

[By the way, speaking of Las Vegas, it's a good place to make money. If you're short on money, take a trip to Las Vegas like those stupid Britons. Wealth is the most important thing. 】

"Wait, they took you to Las Vegas?"

[Please, you don't think that those Englishmen have a magic machine that can be used for divination, and they don't do anything, do you? Of course, they went to Las Vegas first to make a fortune. That energy-saving closed-loop detection tarot card was tossed out at that time. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I made it for them. They divinate through tarot cards, and the Akashic records give them a symbolic answer. Even if they're wrong, they'll blame themselves for not reading them thoroughly, and they can't blame me for it — don't ask about the previous things, it's a matter of personal privacy. 】

"I see..."

Shang Luo was still wondering where such a group of people came from. Although the security here in San Francisco is not good, it cannot be compared with Kinai. But I have never heard of any terrorists kidnapping people in the city. After all, this is the residence of the Governor's Mansion of Yangzhou, with airships and battleships moored in the port of Kinmen, and chariots and armored vehicles parked in the Acropolis.

It's really boring to come here to make trouble. Last night's plough was a case in point, and heavy firearms could reach their doorstep in less than half a day.

"So their activities are all funded by winnings?"

[Of course.] Otherwise, where do you think they got the money to renovate the 'cave house'? How did they hire real Englishmen from their homeland in Britain? It's a pity that all of them have been swept away by the plough court now. That's a lot of money, I remember there were a lot of Roman bills. 】

"Then if I also go to Las Vegas to make a profit, does this count as after-sales service?"

[Count, but I don't recommend you do that, because I don't win.] They can win overall because they have a large stake, and this little bit of your stake can easily be zeroed out by small fluctuations. And cheating is a bad behavior, oh, gambling out of a thousand is counted as fighting poison with poison, I can't say, but cheating out of thousands will accumulate karma. I don't want to be hunted down. 】

"Okay. Anyway, if there really is Tsukidan, I don't care too much about the money in Las Vegas. ”

[You want to sell Tsukidan? 】

"I have to sell it for a good price. After all, Danfang can be reused, and it is too wasteful to use it only once. If I can sell it at a good price, maybe it will allow me to go straight to the Jindan period or even higher. But I haven't figured out who to sell it to, and it's not bad to sell it to the imperial court. If it is given to the imperial court, then it is not necessary to collect cash, and it is not bad to exchange it for credit. The court is very generous, and those who want to spend money must give it truthfully. ”

[Good guy, I can't even imagine what it would be like if any Roman senator got Tsukidan. I'm afraid he'll be wiped out by the others. Your thinking is completely different from that of Rome. 】

"Then, you are about to see the crystallization of the 'ideal country'. The San Francisco Acropolis, just a corner away. ”