The "Black Wind Valley Hunting Base" with a population of hundreds of thousands has become a large city.
The city, like Black Dragon City, is full of new buildings and a busy scene.
It is not called the Wilderness Hunting Base now. To be precise, it is the private domain of the "Rosas Family". Together with the nearby wilderness, it is a private property. It is called the "Black Wind Valley Territory". The lord is a man named "Miro Rosas". "The Earl, there is a bronze statue of him at the gate of the city.
Ren looked up at the huge chimney looming in the mist, then quickly walked through the shanty town and headed towards the Machinery City.
The fog in the sky in the city is gray. It is the fog mixed with the abyss's demonic energy and the diffuse soot. There is a thick and pungent smell in the air.
After the pure hunting base became urbanized, civilians began to appear, as well as gangs, traders, and butchers.
When Ren and his party entered the city, a few guys with their heads under the high collars were squatting in the streets and alleys, furtively eyeing the returning hunters.
The hunters moved here with their families, and as long as they became permanent residents of the territory, they could settle down. Once they become the subjects of the lord, the asylum fee for entering the city will become various taxes, and 80% to 90% of the income from work will be turned into high taxes and handed over to the lord's pocket.
You can't get rich, but you can't die.
Because the [Kurotide] brought a lot of wealth, as long as you don't spend money recklessly, you can still have some surplus.
After Ren took a few steps, he smelled a foul smell and frowned slightly.
When it was a hunting base in the past, hunters could still go outside the base to solve hunting problems. Now that everyone is trapped in the city, feeding, drinking and eating for hundreds of thousands of people is a big problem. There is no large sewage pipe network on the street, and the fecal trucks that clean up domestic sewage cannot satisfy the rapidly expanding population.
However, no one cares about the poor neighborhoods.
The machinery where the nobles and wealthy classes live is quite neat, and the streets there are open to everyone. It's a bit like the high-end business district in the city of Rennes' previous life. This place is completely different from the civilian shanty towns. Neat, orderly, and a wide variety of shops.
A potion shop with various colorful reagent bottles in the window; a musket shop with various muskets hanging on the walls; a sword and equipment shop with clanking sounds; a machinery shop filled with the smell of oil and rust.
There are vendors selling fresh fruit on the street with expensive price tags; butchers with greasy leather aprons are cutting up red meat from unknown monsters.
On the narrow streets, the tram rushes through with its steam horn, and the entire street will be submerged in a white mist in an instant.
Of course, there are custom taverns, gambling stalls, theaters and bathhouses for the entertainment of the wealthy.
However, the consumption here is also terrifyingly high, draining every last gold coin out of a hunter's pocket.
... .
Wren wanders the streets, and he'll be in this territory for a while.
Trying to gather his "power", he also inquired about the situation of the captured Coleman warriors.
But now, he planned to walk around the city, familiarize himself with the situation, and then find himself a place to stay tonight.
Probably because the doctor belongs to the wealthy class, he has been enthusiastically promoted by various drink brokers along the way.
"Hey, dear doctor, do you want to have a drink? Our 'Oak Tavern' has the best tequila shipped from the Omar Empire..."
"'Baron Tavern' welcomes you, we also have the most spacious baths and the most beautiful girls..."
"Our 'Windmill Tavern' is the largest tavern in the Black Wind Territory, and you will definitely not be disappointed. Our largest gambling stall has the best female performance troupe that just came from Sid, and there are also barbarian slave gladiators. ..”
"..."
Renn had no interest in going to any pub in broad daylight, but his ears caught a key piece of information: barbarians.
He quickly changed his attention.
He tilted his head and looked at the mustached broker, and suddenly showed a slightly interested expression, "I'm going to find a place to have a drink. Hey, man, you said your place has the biggest gambling stall, what's so fun about it?" ..."
"have!"
The mustache looked at attracting customers, and a smile suddenly bloomed on his face.
He introduced to Renn: "Poker, roulette, black jack, dice... everything you want to play is available."
"Where is that? Take me to see it."
Renn followed the broker to the tavern, walked through some wet alleys, and saw the signboard of "Windmill Tavern".
At the door, a girl wearing scantily clad smoky makeup was greeting the guests in a coquettish manner. There were also several burly men wearing black leather jackets and large gold chains squatting aside with expressionless faces.
This is standard in pubs, so it’s not surprising.
Walking down the steel structure stairs with the iron gate, the cramped space suddenly becomes brighter.
Every inch of land on the streets of Mechanical City is expensive, but the space inside this Mechanical City is much cheaper.
The world of steampunk is indispensable for deafening music. Young men and women on the dance floor sway wildly and release their suppressed emotions to the rhythm of the music. In the darkness of the corner, there are still some restless men and women rubbing their hair together.
There were unexpectedly many people in the tavern.
After a little inquiry, I found out that because there was a "tide of corpses" at night, everyone had to go out hunting, but during the day it was time for normal entertainment and leisure.
Ren sat down and took off his mask, revealing an ordinary face.
After looking at the program schedule in the tavern, there are still two hours of slave wrestling.
Renn ordered a glass of wine out of boredom and drank it at the bar.
Not long after, a red-haired girl with a pretty face and a hot body came over.
She sat unceremoniously next to Ren, very close to him: "Hey, handsome guy, are you alone?"
Ren glanced at her. Her attire was very cool. She wore ultra-short leather pants and a denim bra with very little fabric under her slim-fitting jacket. Her chest was open, and a large area of skin was exposed to the air. At first glance, there is a strong hint of ambiguity.
He smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Yeah."
This is a bartender in a tavern, or a professional nightclub girl who specializes in taverns to catch hookers. Status doesn't matter, anyway, it's a job to make money by bringing pleasure to men.
Often, they are also responsible for soliciting information from professional businessmen from various channels.
"oh?"
An ambiguous smile appeared in the corner of the red-haired woman's eyes. She leaned very close, and the thick perfume covered the smell of tobacco on her body. She whispered: "Do you want to buy me a drink?"
The arms are immersed in tenderness, and the soft touch that is far away will stimulate the secretion of male hormones in people.
"OK."
Ren was not polite and naturally enjoyed the girl's enthusiasm. Pretending to be serious here was not a good choice. He turned to the bartender and ordered a drink.
Seeing Ren's generosity, the red-haired girl got closer and said, "My name is Dasha... Oh, handsome, are you a distinguished doctor?"
"Yes. To be precise, I am still a baron from the province of Orma Angelos."
A tavern is indispensable for braggarts, and Renn also imitated the arrogant look of an aristocratic gentleman.
As he spoke, he also took out his noble heraldry ring to show off.
"Wow, you are the noble Baron!"
The redhead covered her mouth and exclaimed.
She turned her eyes and quickly determined that this was a down-and-out noble, otherwise he would not have ended up running to Glory City.
But obviously, she knew what to say and what not to say at this time, "This is the first time I have seen a noble coat of arms. It turns out to be so beautiful."
"Of course, it was made of pure gold by royal craftsmen."
Ren pretended to enjoy the flattery and handed his coat of arms with a double-headed eagle to the woman for a closer look.
The five major families in Glory City planned to set up a trap in this base, so there was no way they would be unprepared. This seemingly calm "Black Wind Territory" has already been undercurrents underground.
Every stranger who behaves suspiciously will probably be on their watch list.
Rather than pretending to be mysterious to draw attention to his existence, it is better to take the initiative to reveal one's identity.
It is estimated that the city is now full of informants collecting intelligence. Not to mention anything else, 99% of these tavern girls are. They may not serve a specific force, but their information can be sold to information merchants and turned into cash.
This Rennes' status as a baron is not just a lie, but a genuine nobleman who can withstand investigation.
With Princess Omar of Ymir here, a letter of appointment, a coat of arms... everything comes in a set, and it's all genuine.
After this show, probably after tonight, he will no longer be considered a person of unknown origin on those watch lists.