Peter knew that the liner wanted to follow him.

Since the little imp came out of the forest, he has painstakingly inquired about his origins, and his words are hinting at it:

"If you ask Miss Ben, it's not that you can't help but separate."

What a tsundere female imp, climb for the master.

But this little Lori is really miserable.

Wanted by his hometown, his mother is dead, his father is not far from death, not to mention his biological father, it is estimated that he has already been cut hard. Now he is alone in a foreign country and has no place to stay, and he is alone and miserable.

But what does this have to do with Peter?

has done his best, not only rescued her from the siege of the Praetorian Guard, but also spent 250,000 soul chips to help her change her life.

If you are cold-blooded, just hand over the liner directly. What about killing two mercenaries? Anyway, if those people can't stop themselves, will Bavaria still seek justice for the mercenaries of the two neighboring countries? Impossible.

It's just that I think this girl is a little pitiful.

Of course, Peter is not very enthusiastic, escorting her to Aknaitz is the limit, and he will not meddle in the related to the civil strife in Bavaria, now that his fate has changed, then you can ask for more blessings.

Maybe something happened to Peter and the lining in another timeline whose fate was not changed by the system, but that has nothing to do with him now.

Peter thought to himself, I'm not Lolita, don't pull me when you want it.

As the New Year approaches, the weather is getting colder even in the south, and pedestrians on the road are wrapped in coats or scarves, all in a serious color scheme of pure black or gray and white. Ron's style of dressing is very similar to Peter's stereotype of the British, emphasizing slimness and subtlety, elegant design, simple tailoring, and seriousness.

Of course, there are also a lot of unobtrusive adventurers on the streets, who are not very particular about their outfits, not much better than Peter, who only wears a cloak, so that people can tell the difference between the locals and the stinky out-of-town who comes to ask for food.

The main road into the city leads straight to the inner city gate, but at first glance it is still ten kilometers from the city walls. There were maps and signboards of the city on the side of the road, and Peter leaned over and couldn't read them.

Yes, Peter was not literate.

Although he automatically mastered the language of the Terra continent when he traveled, he did not have words, and the illiterate soothsayer belonged to yes.

He needed to start from scratch.

However, the writing of this world is extremely obscure and difficult to learn, and it is not a phonetic script like English, nor an ideogram like Chinese characters, but a mixture of form, phonetics, and ideograms. There are a large number of conjugations, tenses, pronouns, and voices, as well as a jumble of hiragana and katakana, with more than 150,000 words, more than Chinese characters, and more complex writing than Tibetan, and it took three years just to memorize the commonly used word Peter.

Today, thousands of years after the reproduction of civilization, the literacy rate of the people at the bottom of Terra is less than one-tenth, which is lower than that of the Ming Dynasty.

Even in rich and powerful countries, this number does not rise much. Knowledge and the ability to acquire knowledge are almost monopolized by the middle class and above, and the average person does not read as much as a child of an aristocratic family learns in his early education.

So in this world, literacy is often the basis for judging a person's origin.

"Hey, little brother, first time in Arkneids?"

The chocobo driver on the side saw Peter in a daze in front of the street sign and enthusiastically approached him.

Drivers who travel through the city are often the most familiar with the city, which hotel is cheaper, which restaurant is delicious, where to do what to do, and even where to go if not to do it.

"That's right." Peter nodded and pointed to the map, "Is this a city bus line?" ”

"That's right, this is Plains Mouth Station. But how can this broken track locomotive be as fast as a chocobo? Where are you going, I'm cheap, taking you there? ”

Peter thought for a moment that he really needed a guide, so he got on the two-wheeled cart pulled by the chocobos.

"Find me a hotel, cheap and clean. Also, don't pull too far, the location is closer to the inner city. ”

"Okay, sit tight!"

When the business arrived, the driver smiled.

Terrestrial birds look like ostriches on Earth, but are much larger, with longer necks and wider beaks. Although like an ostrich, its wings are vested and unable to fly, its legs are thicker than a horse's, and its speed is not inferior to that of an ordinary horse. Although it is not as strong as a horse, it is better not to be a picky eater and has a docile temperament. With these advantages, the bird cart drawn by the Chocobo has outperformed the horse-drawn carriage in short- and medium-distance urban traffic and has become the first choice for people to travel.

The chocobo does not run in a hurry, and the road in Akneids is so smooth that there are almost no bumps in the sitting.

"Sir, do you know where to sell crystal balls in the city?" Peter asked.

"Crystal ball?" The driver thought for a moment, "Do you mean magic items?" ”

"Almost, for divination."

The crystal ball that had been with Peter for many years was blown up by the Demon King in Warrenmoud, and he had to buy a new one.

Although the absence of a crystal ball does not affect divination, it is still quite necessary for the crystal ball to be able to relay the picture of divination.

"Well, you'll have to go into the inner city."

The coachman peeked at Peter, dressed in tattered black robes, not like a serious magician, but like a warlock who had become a monk in the wilderness.

"There is a magic shop on Queen's Road in Uptown, which was opened by a magician from the Philippian Empire. It is said that there are magic items imported from Philaeus, and the whole of Arknaez is the best of that house, and the nobles are frequent customers. ”

When Peter heard this, he hurriedly shook his head:

"It doesn't have to be that good, it doesn't matter if it's not a magic prop, it's just cheap."

Magic props are a luxury in this world, and the magic prop shop in the city center can't be so expensive that it is heavenly?

"Well," the coachman thought for a moment.

"In Brooklyn, that is, on the other side of the outer city, in the market behind the Adventurer's Guild, there is also a magic item shop, which is..."

"What's it?"

"It's just that the owner of that house has a bit of a strange temper. But you're just buying something, and it's okay to think about it. ”

"Understood, thank you."

Peter asked some other questions.

For example, how to get a pass to enter the inner city, what to look for when living in Akneiz, the location of various institutions...... The coachman is also a talkative person and knows everything.

Acneitz is far more urbanised than Peter could have imagined, and the streetscape along the way is on par with, if not surpassing, some of Europe's smaller towns.

The road is open and smooth, and the trees on both sides of the road are planted with unrecognizable trees, and in winter the leaves are gone, and the bare branches dot the streets.

The windows of the shops were bright and clear, and the neon-lit signs gave him the illusion that he was still on earth.

The cities of the Northern Continent are compared to this side, like the difference between the Middle Ages and the twentieth century.

The coachman took him to a four-story wooden building in the lower town called the "Traveler's House", and a tavern was opened in the hall on the first floor two-thirds of the way.

It's like a different world hotel in the anime, and when you enter the door, you will meet the kind of proprietress of Da Lailai.

The journey of the early twenty minutes was charged eightpence, and Peter gave a silver coin directly.

The coachman was overjoyed, he didn't expect this unattractive young man to be so generous, he solicited guests to come to the hotel, and the hotel would also give him a commission, so that he could earn half a day's income for a trip.

"Sir, there is a newspaper here, the Thames I just bought this morning, if you don't dislike it, you can use it to relieve boredom, and you can buy another copy if you save it."

"Oh, thank you."

Peter took the newspaper from the coachman.

Although the civilization of this world is developed, of course, there is no such high-tech as mobile phones and the Internet, and entertainment is relatively scarce. There is only one source of access to information, so the sales of newspapers are quite good in any country, and basically literate middle-class families subscribe to newspapers every day.

But what does this have to do with him being illiterate?

Glancing, illiterate, decided to use origami airplanes.

At the front desk of the Traveler's House sat a little girl from the Filin tribe, who was not the big lady that Peter expected, but her fluffy cat ears were also very cute, and Peter gave it a good review.

The price of a standard room for a day is three silver coins and one penny, and breakfast is included, which is indeed not expensive.

But Peter only had two gold coins and twenty silver coins in his pocket, which he had earned three days ago from setting up a stall in Warrenmud Town, and after paying the week's room fee and deposit, he had to find a way to make money as soon as possible.

"Welcome to your stay, please take the door key, the room is on the third floor and turn left and the fourth room in the right row is 314, I wish you a pleasant stay in the Traveler's House, meow~"

Peter took the key satisfied, and the cat lady should end with a meow!

The cute cat lady at the front desk noticed the newspaper that Peter was holding, and added:

"Our store has a newspaper every day, and the Thames newspaper also has it, which is placed at the door of the restaurant, please feel free to take it when you eat breakfast, but please don't take it away~"

"Heh, I'm literate..."

"If you don't read, you can also look at the picture meow, after all, because the demon king is alive these days, the newspapers are reporting this meow~"

Peter walked upstairs for a moment, then ran back with a puff of smoke, and slammed the newspaper he was holding on the front desk: "Does this newspaper talk about the Demon King?" ”

"Head, the headline is meow..."The cat lady was frightened.

"Can you read it for me?"

"I'll take a look..."

Cat Lady can do front desk work, so she is naturally literate.

"The campaign to defeat the Demon King has officially begun, and the strongest people from all over the world have gathered in Letania to participate in the grand event"... I've finished reading meow. ”

Peter placed a silver coin on the table and pushed it to her.

"Read on."

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