"Wow... this is different from the Coldwind City I've been to before!"
When Zhou Qingfeng inspected the artisan area, Detective Powell was passing through the South Gate of Coldwind City in a passenger carriage. As the field of vision gradually expanded from the narrow doorway, a brand new city appeared in front of him.
After half a year, Coldwind City completely changed its appearance.
The bumpy roads were repaved with thick flagstones, and the narrow junctions were widened two or three times to allow two-way traffic. The houses on the roadside were basically renovated, and some simply demolished them and built large houses with two or three floors.
Every detail of the city is different, the biggest is the unstoppable momentum of changing the old to the new.
The passenger carriage drove to a special passenger station and stopped at a fixed platform. The platform has not been completely repaired, and workers come and go. But the hotel that sells food and provides accommodation has already been built.
Powell landed on both feet, and someone immediately came over to solicit customers, "Sir, do you want to stay? We have separate beds, hot water at night, and cooked food all day long.
There are also fun services, the best goods in the North, and an absolute aristocratic experience. It is legal and compliant with the approval of your lord. "
What the hell is this
The yelling sounded too familiar, as if people had returned to Harmony Village. It's also so lively there. The bar provides accommodation services for adventurers, and the mud legs that attract customers are especially able to talk, even the tone is exactly the same.
"Are you going to open up any new adventure maps?" Powell frowned and asked, "You also want to sell me secret exploration secrets, and by the way, sell me a lot of food, drink, and Lazard supplies."
The solicitor immediately rejoiced, "Sir, it seems that you are our regular customer. You must have been to Harmony Village, right? Everything is fine in our village, and it is still the most acclaimed gathering area for adventurers in the Black Forest.
In order to expand our business, we have opened a branch in Coldwind City. But there is nothing about adventure in the city hotel, and more emphasis on living experience.
If you need it, we provide public comments on Fengyue Street in the city. These are the hottest information, which guarantees that every gold coin you spend is worthwhile. An unusual man like you, surely..."
The solicitor smiled and took out the roll of paper from his pocket.
Powell saw this thing as if he had encountered a snake and scorpion, jumped up and stopped him: "Stop, don't play this set with me again. I have been fooled once, and I will never do it again."
Before Powell finished speaking, he turned around and ran, for fear that he would be dragged to the forging yard to strike iron. He didn't want to hear the sound of anvil and hammer anymore in his life.
It's just that as soon as the spy was gone, the tall and thin Johnson came down from the carriage, and the pet was toot. The owl was suffocated in the carriage, and when it came out, it fluttered its wings and took off, swinging around.
Solicitors also promoted hotel accommodation to Johnson, with their most intimate and warm service as their buying point. The latter was also amazed by the changes in the city.
When Powell and Johnson fled Coldwind City half a year ago, the city was being transformed everywhere. Unexpectedly, it is not over after half a year, and even has a growing trend.
This passenger terminal is something that has never been seen before. In the past, tourists were just going up and down at the gate of the city, and the accommodations required outsiders to figure out their own way. The hotel has always been a place where dirt and dirt are hidden in the city, and there are endless incidents of kidnapping and stealing.
Now, there is a big sign written in various languages on the platform where passengers are dropped off at the passenger terminal.
"Lord Victor Hugo of Coldwind City protects the legitimate interests and safety of every foreign passenger. The city's law enforcement agencies are resolutely cracking down on any illegal and criminal activities. If you have any questions, you can consult the station staff."
Considering that the vast majority of people are illiterate at all, there are people in uniform on the platform repeatedly publicizing the laws that must be followed in Coldwind City, and how to complain to the management department on the spot if there is trouble.
As Lord Lord swayed around the city by riding ground dragons on two ends for three days, the rules he formulated are currently implemented pretty well-the city is not very big, and the management boundary has not exceeded his upper limit of activities.
Johnson was very interested in it. He turned his head and shouted his running away companion, "Hey, Powell, come and take a look. Victor Hugo has come up with a new trick again."
Powell stood in the distance, unmoved.
But the enthusiastic solicitor sank his face and warned Johnson displeasedly: "Sir, it's very impolite to call your lord's name in Coldwind City."
Johnson stayed blank and looked carefully at the solicitor in front of him. This is an ordinary poor ghost, not tall, not strong, and in tattered clothes, there is nothing he can do.
But it was such a poor ghost who dared to threaten the uppermost spellcaster. He also said fiercely: "Remind, don't take ignorance as funny. Your lord certainly doesn't care about your disrespect, but we don't allow it."
Johnson took a closer look and found that this was really an ordinary poor ghost who couldn't be more ordinary-the full face of wrinkles represented the origin of suffering, the dark face represented poverty, and the short size represented that he had been living at the bottom.
But it was such a poor ghost, he stared at Johnson sternly, admonishing the latter not to speak rudely to the lord—the superior illusionist was even a little scared. After all, this cold wind city became weird after falling into Hugo's hands.
He had a taste of his power when he entered the city, and Johnson had to take a few steps back and compromised to a poor ghost. He quickly approached Powell and whispered in annoyance: "Aren't the people in this city controlled by their mind
They dare to threaten noble spellcasters like me. Can't they see the wizard's robe I am wearing? I am not an ordinary person. They should kneel down to serve me. "
Johnson was complaining in a low voice, looking left and right, always feeling that the surrounding city people were staring at him. This feeling of being like a man on the back is particularly uncomfortable, as if being monitored all the time.
Powell stood at the exit of the passenger terminal. He took out ten copper coins and bought a newspaper from a small stall. Johnson came over and complained unhappy, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"I can't believe my eyes. I haven't seen it in this city for half a year. I actually ran a newspaper." Powell shook the crude papyrus in his hand. "This newspaper was copied by hand, with four pages full of copies. ."
Newspapers in Cold Wind City are issued irregularly, usually only once in six or seven days. Only one thousand copies per issue. Since there is no cheap paper for the time being, and printing has not been done, all newspapers are copied by hand.
"What's in this newspaper?" Johnson squeezed to look at it.
Papyrus is made of grass stems, which is very crude and inconvenient for writing. The newspaper pages in Coldwind City are also messy and quite laborious.
However, the front page headlines are still very clear-Lord Hugo announced that in order to reduce infant and maternal mortality, women must be at least 18 years of age at marriage. Women with unqualified physical conditions are also prohibited from getting married.
The newspaper also elaborated on the harms of women getting married and giving birth too early, listing detailed data, and ending with punishment-those who forced women to marry early would be driven out of Coldwind City and even be sentenced to death.
Powell and Johnson felt that Victor Hugo was nosy after reading this article. Nobles in the past never had such laws, even encouraging early marriages.
Dudu will fly back and land on Johnson's messy head and yelling: "What are you two idiots looking at? Your silly expressions are like two baboons who have never entered the city."