A group of people walked slowly in this small village with full of curiosity. Everything around them looked peaceful and calm. However, in our eyes, everything here was not only against harmony, but also against harmony - everything.
Everything looks very inconsistent.
This is located in the capital universe of Merova. From the perspective of a cross-world empire, this area can be said to be located in the center of prosperity and a political hub. It is only a dozen light years away from the capital planet of the Merova people.
In terms of civilization, it can be said that it has arrived in the blink of an eye. It is not a primitive planet. In the coordinate database of the Merova people, this planet is marked as a direct-administered zone and indicates the existence of a long-term planetary government. All of the above, if under normal circumstances,
It will mean that this planet has highly developed technology, giant advanced cities, private spaceships racing around the entire planet, and coordinators wearing red hoops in the space station to intercept passing starships to check for drunk driving.
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But what we see in front of us are only primitive villages, simple handmade tools, and ignorant indigenous people who work at sunrise and rest at sundown. This village is obviously in a very low level of science and technology, and most of the houses are made of rough wooden boards and
The large square house is built with logs as a frame and adobe bricks fired by local methods. The roof is covered with a sloping grass roof. These grass roofs seem to be made of the hair-like slender and flexible wild grasses on the nearby grassland. Village
There is not even a real road, the natural flat land between the houses is the road. There are not many traces of planning in the surrounding houses. Large and small square thatched houses are built randomly with uneven intervals.
You can see primitive carts with wheels and axles fixed together, as well as weird tools that are not famous. These things should be the fruits of these indigenous civilizations. I feel as if I have arrived at an alien country that is still in the late tribal system.
world.
The village is small, but it seems to be quite prosperous. We saw many passing villagers along the way. They look basically the same as the people on Earth, but their skin has a slight gray-black color, which is similar to that of Earth.
No one's skin color is the same. This is probably related to the special ecological environment of the local planet: after all, the information disturbance of the void by the gods can only make the intelligent races very close to them in appearance, in details. Different worlds.
There are still many differences between intelligent creatures. These local indigenous people wear hand-woven coarse cloth clothes. They have strong bodies and their skin is rough due to wind and sun. It is obvious that this is a society where human labor occupies the main position in production activities. Everyone is affected by this.
We have such strong and rough physical features due to engaging in the most basic heavy physical labor. Most of the villagers passing by are in a hurry. This time should be the time when the locals finish their work and go home. The villagers passing by us will occasionally
We slowed down and glanced here twice, but no one stopped completely. And except for the man who was at the entrance of the village at the beginning, no one came forward to ask us who the outsiders who suddenly appeared were.
Those eyes cannot be said to be dull, but they also lack the warmth of curiosity: these locals lack the necessary enthusiasm for paying attention to strange things.
Of course, part of the reason for this is Sandora's mental interference. Our group of outsiders in strange clothes (perhaps it can be called gorgeous in the eyes of these poor locals?) should be dressed and dressed in the eyes of the villagers.
People with similar temperaments to them, and their actions should not be noticeable. But Sandora's mental interference did not completely block the curiosity and thinking ability of these people. In their eyes, even if we are normal, we are still
Strangers who have never been masked before, in this deserted place with a radius of hundreds of miles, a large group of strangers suddenly appeared in such a quiet mountain village, but they did not attract any attention. This is really strange.
"Work, rest. Work, rest..." Sandora has been muttering softly, releasing her power to feel the basic emotions and simple thinking tendencies of every intelligent individual around her. Finally, she read
Only these, "The thinking processes of these villagers are extremely simple. They act like timers. I cannot read their specific thoughts without harming these people, but I can basically determine their action tendencies."
So uniform...so uniform. Everyone in the whole village showed the same thinking tendency at this moment. Even those children over there..."
Shandora pointed to the shadow of a big house in front, where there were five or six children wearing only a piece of burlap. They were running past barefoot. After a little observation, I discovered that these children also had the same appearance and appearance.
Those adults have the same expressions: hurried expressions and unsquinting eyes. According to Sandora, at least at this moment, the thinking tendencies of these children and adults are exactly the same!
The consistency of thinking tendencies does not mean that the thoughts are exactly the same, so these villagers should all have independent thoughts, but the consistency of thinking tendencies also means a certain degree of abnormal control. You can imagine a situation like this: all the villagers in the world
People, regardless of gender, old or young, all think according to a timetable. At one moment, everyone in the world wants to eat at the same time. At another moment, everyone in the world wants to work at the same time. At another moment, everyone in the world wants to work.
Going to bed at the same time is like seven billion accurate clocks occupying the human world... What a weird situation! However, Sandora told us that what she scanned now is this situation.
Even after Sandora spread her spiritual power to cover a fifth of the planet, she scanned the same situation... Well, there is a slight difference, that is, these clocks will move according to the time zone of the planet.
Adjustment.
Obviously, this kind of adjustment cannot be formed naturally.
We walked in such a weird village like this, looking at the primitive style around us that was incompatible with interstellar technology. Sandora's brows were always furrowed. She was still expanding her power, but in the end she gave up: There is no need.
Scanning the entire planet, with the information she currently has, she has been able to determine that the Merova people have artificially interfered with the indigenous civilization here.
I guess Shandora was more aware of the strange situation here than any of us. After all, we could only tell that something was wrong with the atmosphere here from the behavior of the surrounding villagers, but Shandora had the ability to sense telepathy. In the end, she suddenly
His eyes turned in one direction and his brows relaxed slightly: "Look, the only one whose thinking tendencies are out of sync seems to be the manager who was left here intentionally by the Melova people."
I followed Sandora's line of sight and saw a large house that was taller than the surrounding houses at the end of the "dirt road" under my feet. A young man who looked less than twenty years old was coming from inside.
He opened the door and walked out. He was wearing brown-green clothes that were brighter than the average villager - although the texture of the clothes was still very rough - and he didn't look like he often engaged in heavy physical labor.
There were villagers passing by who bowed to this young man. It was obvious that this man was a person with status in the village - I was a little surprised. It stands to reason that in this kind of settlement in the underdeveloped stage of civilization, people with status would either be highly respected.
The old man was either a strong middle-aged leader, but the young man in front of him had neither.
Accompanied by two people who looked like followers, but were basically no different from ordinary villagers, this young man walked straight towards us, and then looked at us curiously - he showed a curious look.
"Are you travelers passing by?" the young man said briskly. "Oh, I have never seen any travelers suddenly appear. It's not easy to get around here. Are you coming from the big market to do business or are you here?
On your way to pilgrimage?”
"Guess?" Qianqian said casually, and the young man opposite nodded: "Oh, so that's it, we should entertain travelers. Travelers are welcome in this village. Please don't be polite, God's people will always
We are like a family, God loves each and every one of you, and I hope you can also bring the blessings you have accumulated on the road to our village."
I glanced at Sandora silently, and she winked mischievously: "I don't have time to make up stories, let him figure it out on his own."
"Excuse me, are you the village chief of this village?" I looked at the young man in front of me curiously. Previously, the man at the entrance of the village said that he would tell the village chief about the outsiders. Now it seems that this young man is the person with the highest status here.
——I originally thought the other person was an old man with a beard longer than his face.
"Just call me Anuzha. Or call me Nuza." The young man had a brisk expression on his face. He was always smiling happily, which gave me a great sense of disobedience - not that smiling has anything to do with it.
What's wrong is that the difference between the man in front of us and ordinary villagers is really obvious. If the whole village gives us the impression of lifeless gray, then the young man in front of us who calls himself Anuzha is like a dye vat...
...Well, is my metaphor a bit strange? "I am the village chief of this village, but in this place, I think the village chief is also dispensable... Oh. It's getting late. Now is the time to enjoy dinner
At this time, according to the rules of the village, I should personally entertain the travelers, please come with me."
Sandora's eyes lit up and she smiled with satisfaction. When I looked at Sandora's expression, my eyes darkened and I almost cried with worry——
You can tell at a glance that this remote place is lacking in daily necessities, okay? Sandora, one meal here is probably enough for two years of GDP. Why don't we discuss it and go out to the prairie to forage for food? Don't.
Not to mention, weeds are enough...
I complained silently in my heart, but of course I was reluctant to let Sandora out to graze. Under the leadership of this young and energetic "village chief", the group of people arrived at the tallest big house in the village.
This is the largest building in the entire village, and it is also the most gorgeous leader's house here. However, in fact it is just a larger thatched house. Thick wood makes up the frame of the house, and the frames are decorated with gray and black
The clay is mixed with large adobe bricks fired from straw stalks, and these materials are piled up to form a square. The top of the house is a thatched roof with a 30-degree bevel. This structure is the same as every building around it.
.These quaint buildings have windows more than one meter high, which are oval windows, but these indigenous residents have obviously not mastered the method of making glass - or other similar transparent materials - windows.
It is covered with a mesh made of flexible grass blades. The light transmission effect of this thing looks pretty good. The exterior wall of the village chief's big house is painted with dark green, vermilion and light blue.
Animal patterns should be the art of the local aborigines. At the same time, these patterns make the village chief's house the only decorated house in the whole village: although the decorations look like they were made by small bubbles.
To our surprise, this simple and closed-looking big house was not dark at all. After entering the big house, there was a square hall directly with an octagonal wooden table in the center. The hall was facing the wall of the door.
Next to it is a lampstand. The clay lampstand is burning with an extremely bright and stable flame. This thing illuminates the room as brightly as during the day. It is unknown what kind of fuel it uses.
"It's a polymer chemical fuel," Sandora and I were connected. Seeing my gaze lingering on the lampstand, she immediately guessed what I was thinking, and explained with a frown, "It's not naturally occurring.
It is a substance that requires molecular reconstruction technology to be synthesized...it is impossible for these indigenous people to create such a thing."
"That's what the Merova people gave them," I said directly through the mental connection without even thinking, "and just now this Anuzha mentioned blessings from gods... tsk tsk. If I guessed correctly.
, those Merova people are having a lot of fun here."
Shandora's tone was a bit mocking and contemptuous: "God knows how they inflated themselves like this, but what on earth did they do to create such a primitive environment?"
We were talking through mental connection, and Qianqian had already gone to study the lampstand. This girl was curious about everything she had never seen before. I had to worry about her not damaging other people's things - but Nuza seemed to be interested in the guests.
Mao Shumaoji didn't mind at all. He just smiled relaxedly and said: "Please wait a moment, the Holy Communion is almost ready. I will call my sister down by the way. It is only etiquette for the whole family to entertain guests from far away. Well, two uncles, you guys
Go back quickly, don't delay your meal time."
The two male attendants who had been following Nuza without saying a word the whole time nodded and silently exited the house. It turns out that the attendants here have to go home for dinner at a certain time.
Anuzha's big house looks unusually tall from the outside. It turns out that there are actually two floors inside. The first floor is the large hall in front of us, and the second floor can be climbed up by the wooden stairs in the corner. We can't see what's going on above, but
I could feel that there was another person above. Just now Anuzha mentioned that he had a sister, so she was probably her. We sat down next to the big octagonal wooden table, curiously looking at the surrounding furnishings while mentally connecting.
I muttered, and after a while, there was a rhythmic sound of footsteps coming from the wooden stairway on the second floor. I followed the sound and saw a long-haired girl who looked to be less than twenty years old (by earthly standards).
He walked down with a large, heavy-looking basin. Anuzha greeted him happily: "Sister, I brought the guest back."
The girl Anuzha calls her sister is so thin that she seems to be smaller than her younger brother. She has a beautiful appearance, although her skin color also has the unique gray-black color of the indigenous people of this world.
, but this extremely light color does not affect a person's appearance, but gives the girl an exotic beauty. Perhaps because she is the village chief's family, Anuzha's sister does not have to engage in heavy manual labor.
Her skin does not look as rough as that of ordinary villagers, but her limbs are still strong, with a slender sense of strength. This girl is also wearing dark-colored coarse hand-woven clothes, which look a bit like a short dress
: This is the only woman wearing village clothes in the whole village. At least what I have seen so far, this is the first one.
Our eyes were subconsciously focused on this girl, because everyone felt a kind of disharmony from each other. Shandora's power once again made a contribution, and she was the one who felt it most directly: "Another person whose thinking tendencies are out of sync."
, like Anuzha, this girl's thinking tendency is different from that of other people in the village. Although she is trying to hide it, she may be using means such as self-suggestion to focus her attention on what everyone should pay attention to.
It’s a problem, but you can’t hide it from me.”
"It seems that these siblings are very valuable?" Miss Lin continued.
At this time, Anuzha helped her sister bring the heavy basin to the table and took out the food: "This is a square pancake unique to our village. You can't eat it in other places. We used to have it."
There are merchants who came all day and night from the big market to buy square pancakes from our village."
Anuzha took out pieces of half-foot-square white pancakes from the basin and placed them in front of us. His sister ran back to the second floor and brought down another large basin of soup. Qianqian was an enthusiastic person and immediately ran up to help.
Sandora curiously picked up the big cake in front of her, sniffed it with her nose raised, took a big bite, and said with a bulging mouth: "Well, the taste is unexpected, not bad."
Me: “…” Actually, you know, I don’t believe it at all?
Ever since Sandora took a bite of the TV at home and commented that it tasted good, we no longer believe her evaluation of things. Her Majesty the Queen's taste is not in the same dimension as the people on earth!
"Well, wood, you should try it too," Miss Lin also picked up the food in front of her and took a bite. After chewing it, she said to me seriously. She dared to eat this thing of unknown origin: Anyway, we
This group of people are not afraid of being poisoned. Apart from having a normal sense of taste, our current digestion range is actually quite weird in the eyes of authentic earthlings. "Although it doesn't provide nutrients, the taste is not that bad."
The second half of the sentence was said by her in the spiritual connection, because after all, it was not very polite to say this in front of the host.
I took a bite of the galette and came to the conclusion: I would be stupid if I try to fuck the eldest lady next time... This thing tastes like dirt!
"Of course, the most important thing is the soup used in the holy meal. Without it, people will get sick. You long-distance travelers definitely need this more." Anuzha didn't pay attention to the strange expressions on a group of us when we were eating.
He began to serve soup to everyone enthusiastically, which was the large pot of brown soup that his sister brought down from the second floor for the second time. This thing smelled much more normal, at least it didn't smell like earth. Sandora picked up the soup
Drink it all in one bowl and make a fair evaluation in the spiritual connection:
"Psychic intrusion-dependent poison, chronic and powerful. By the way, it tastes like cocoa."