Chapter 18 Galadia and Griffith's Wonderland Adventure
"Griffith, where is this place? Who are they?"
The two walked through the chaotic crowd. Griffith's momentum was like crushing a garbage pile, scaring countless cockroaches into fleeing. Galadia was warmed by his body temperature and breath, and slowly recovered from her daze.
return.
"The underworld of Canaan, where these old maids seem to live."
"They are taking something strange!" Galadia found many lost vials on the ground. "Look, they are everywhere."
Griffith picked one up and sniffed it.
Diazine, very low concentration of Diazizine.
This magical mixture can effectively relieve pain and symptoms of various diseases, and even improve mental strength to a certain extent. Long-term use has a very small chance of creating an extraordinary person. However, it has serious addictive properties, and users who take it will develop
Hallucinations, and even serious impairment of body and will, are a controlled narcotic agent.
The old maids gathered in this underground world are actually using this anesthetic in large quantities.
Not only that, there is also a light blue light mist lingering at the top of the sewer. The magic power that supplies the whole city is also permeated in the air here.
"Let's find a way out. It should be nearby." Griffith held the elf's hand tightly.
Galadia struggled for a moment. But Griffith was very determined and did not give her a chance to pull her hand back.
After passing through the maze-like tunnel, the air no longer smelled so simple. A mixed smell of alcohol, sweat and other smells hit my face.
"There is actually a city here!" Galadia said in surprise.
The space here is more open. The stacked houses are built along stone steps and platforms, just like the kingdom built by the dwarves under the snow-capped mountains in the story. The boatman paddles the boat and wanders happily in the river in the sewer. Some
Simple bridges have also been built in important places.
Small shops here and there were distributing food, including white bread, jam, mashed potatoes, vegetable salad, bacon and apples, as well as some tea and drinks. Many elderly men and women lined up to take away the food.
They didn't take much of their share. The people who distributed it were dressed decently and didn't make any statistics. It seemed that it didn't matter who wanted to take it or how many times they wanted to take it.
Deeper in the huts along the street came a scent that was incompatible with the environment. Groups of diners lined up, listening to the boss's yelling, and then found a seat in the space that was finally free to sit down, and ate loudly.
Foods like vermicelli, short ribs and chicken feet.
The masters here are no longer those old maids. All kinds of humans are walking around, and there are even elves shuttled among them. They took out some human money for transactions, and almost no one used Canaan's exquisite spiritual power.
crystal.
"I want a robe." Gala Diara pulled up her short skirt and whispered. The eyes of many passing men glanced at her long white legs.
Griffith casually bought a lavender robe from a nearby shop and put it on the elf, pulling up her hood. It must be said that although this was only a bargain for 5 silver dollars, it was
Galadia still looks good in it.
He wrapped the girl in the thin dress with a burqa, and felt a little more at ease. Then, he was attracted by the fragrant fragrance around him. This smell went straight into his soul like a long-lost old friend, and he couldn't resist it.
Faith felt extremely hungry, and all her taste buds were twitching violently.
Not long after the banquet started, the two of them slipped out and didn't have time to eat anything. Now that they smelled the aroma, they felt even more hungry.
"Let's go see what's being eaten there. Neither of us had a good dinner." Griffith said as he lifted the hem of his robe and grabbed Galadia's hand.
Miss Elf was startled, but she didn't struggle this time and walked forward obediently as she was led by the hand.
Every restaurant here seems to be full, and the diners waste no time and leave immediately after eating without any delay. If they don't leave, the fierce-looking human boss and the landlady will take it.
He roared while holding the kitchen knife.
Griffith suddenly found a restaurant where guests were leaving, and immediately pulled Galadia and squeezed in.
This shop is also very run-down. From the name of the shop to the menu, almost no text is complete. But a very alluring aroma wafts from the kitchen, making it impossible to imagine that the shop is so far away from the restaurant that exudes a faint stench.
The sewer creek is less than five meters away.
"We want..." Griffith raised his head and tried hard to read the menu, but he couldn't understand it and didn't recognize the names of the dishes. Galadia also joined in. But the menu was a mixture of human, elvish and dwarf languages.
, you know what you are talking about.
"Okay, okay," the landlady, who looked like a mountain monster, waved her hand, "Go and sit down over there. The little girl looks bad, Beauty Collagen Pot, Chicken Feet, Steamed Spare Ribs with Black Bean Sauce, and Baked Prawns with Plums.
, two bowls of rice, go, go, don’t waste time.”
The two of them retreated obediently, and as soon as they sat down at the table, the boss's wife yelled again: "Sit side by side, don't occupy the seats of four people."
Galadia jumped up as if her tail had been stepped on, sat down next to Griffith, put her hand in his and let him hold it.
The kitchen served the dishes very quickly, and several dishes were served in the blink of an eye. Galadia took a bite, her eyes immediately lit up, and she started eating with big mouthfuls. I don’t know what kind of pork ribs are used here.
When an animal becomes a victim, the delicious and hot soup will splash out in one bite, making people want to eat a big mouthful of rice.
These are rare dishes in Beyeland. I don’t know who invented them or how they became popular.
The meat of the baked flower shrimp is juicy and full of flavor. The plum, onion, garlic and shrimp juice are mixed together, which is really an endless aftertaste.
As for the Beauty Collagen Pot, it is absolutely speechless. It looks like a thick soup, but in fact it is refreshing and sweet, without any artificial taste. When it rolls down the throat, it brings incomparable satisfaction and enrichment.
The disappointment and unhappiness that enveloped the two of them disappeared like smoke.
"It's so delicious!" Galadia praised, the depression just now disappeared, and her eyes looking at Griffith were filled with happiness.
Yes, it is very delicious, countless times better than the food in the distribution center. Although the chocolate and yogurt there are good, the food that requires careful cooking shows the difference.
"I didn't know there was a place like this in Canaan," Galadia pointed to the top of her head, "This is a sewer, how can they endure it?"
"The top priority is to find an exit first. We can't let you disappear for too long." After eating and drinking, Griffith looked around, took the elf's hand and found a way out on a crowded slope.
"But, don't you think there's a big problem here? It's like a little kingdom in the closet." The elf hugged his arm tightly, fully adapted to being led around, and was no longer afraid of strangers.
, the soft voice asked curiously, "Do you want to report them?"
There was a plump and elastic touch on his arm that made people fly happily. Griffith ignored her and just hoped that there was no end to this sewer.
The two of them walked past a food stall. Behind the long table there was an obvious human appearance, but a half-elf with half-long pointed ears raised a bag of bread and apples and greeted them: "Hey, brother, would you like some apples?"
"I just had enough." Griffith smiled and shook his head.
"Do you want to get a room? Go inside." The stall owner glanced at the girl holding Griffith's arm, but did not see the pointed ears covered by the hood.
"Not only do you give food, but also a place to stay?" Galadia asked curiously.
"The room costs money, but you can pay it by the hour," the stall owner said casually, "You can also pay it by the half hour hour!"
"It's such a flexible mechanism, very convenient for travelers," Galadia praised, grabbed Griffith and asked, "Let's go in and see how it is like living here! I'm very curious!"
Griffith almost choked on his own saliva, coughed violently, and dragged away the elf who wanted to go in and try.
"Hey, why did you just leave? Why don't you go in and take a look? I didn't even come..." the reluctant elf yelled, until she saw a man and woman hugging each other, kissing and walking into the darkness, and she was immediately startled.
shocked.
Griffith glanced down and found that her cheeks were as red as a fire, and the steam was puffing out, almost setting her hood on fire.
"I, I want to report it!" Galadia, who was extremely embarrassed and humiliated, said angrily, "I want to report this filthy place."
"Um."
"You can't come to a place like this with others, no," Galadia covered her face, "Wait a minute, Griffith, why did you seem to know what it was for just now? Explain it quickly.
Have you been with anyone?"
"This is just an ordinary downtown area." Griffith, who was used to this situation and had already thought of a way to deal with it, immediately changed the topic with a topic.
Even if he says no at this time, the girl will probably pester him endlessly and deduct some points from him.
"It's just that the lower city of Canaan is really underground geographically," Griffith continued. "Those humans who sneaked into Canaan or had nowhere to go lived here and became undocumented residents of Canaan.
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"Isn't this illegal?" the elf muttered, "and why are there so many stowaways? Our customs is not a sieve."
"In addition to the stowaways, there must be many mixed descendants of elves and humans," Griffith flashed an uncomfortable thought, "They cannot obtain the citizenship rights of Canaan, and they are unwilling to leave here. Canaan officials must be
You know, I acquiesce to their existence, and have been generously supplying them with food, and there may be many other subsidies."
Galadia's expression became very serious. She wanted to express some opinions that she disagreed with, but she didn't know where to start.
"Although you have endless magic power and inexhaustible food, not everything is endless," Griffith said.
"How is that possible!" the girl disagreed, "Everything in the kingdom of God's Familiar is extremely rich, how could there be any shortage? Don't use your human perspective to speculate on us."
"Manpower," Griffith said.
"what? What?"
Griffith waved his arms slightly: "It is impossible for familiars and magic puppets to handle all the work. The lines that transmit magic need to be maintained, strawberries and cotton need to be picked carefully, and the roads and bridges outside the city need to be repaired. There is no cooking without a chef.
No special food. The work of dressing you up, cleaning your room, and providing various services can't all be done by magic, familiars, and puppets, right?
"Since your supplies are unlimited, why should you, as elves, serve another group of elves? They can stop doing heavy and basic work and live a comfortable life in plenty, right?"