Coming out of the dock area, you can see a track built leading directly to the huge walled city not far away.
"It feels like...the military pressure on the colonies here is huge."
Aaron raised his hand to block the fierce sunlight.
After seeing the situation clearly on the street, a sense of the alternation of old and new times came over me.
A blond-haired, blue-eyed gentleman in a tuxedo and a bowler hat, a lady in a skirt...
A local aborigine with brown skin, wearing a headdress made of strong colored feathers, and with very little fabric on her body...
A black slave with dark skin, a face painted as white as paint, and various strange patterns painted on his body...
There are also mixed-race guards with darker facial features and fusion features, wearing red uniforms and white trousers...
Foolish old wizards sell all kinds of magical potions on the streets.
Railways criss-crossed the area, steam engines emitted billowing white smoke, and they kept pulling goods from the docks.
Backwardness and ignorance, mystery and science, savagery and capital... were organically blended together, making Aaron feel like he was in a concession in the old world.
He glanced at the skinny old wizard and began to think secretly:
'Southern Indonesia has a unique mysterious heritage, using feathers, gems, and bones as materials to perform witchcraft with strange effects...Their beliefs are also very confusing, with various natural spirits, totems, evil gods...all kinds of things.'
'The main language here is Voodoo, which is spoken by at least the local extraordinary people and high-level indigenous people. As for the dialects of each country, there are at least hundreds of them. It would be a waste of time to learn them one by one.'
Walking on the streets that were not clean and tidy, Aaron attracted many awed looks because of his superior attire.
Moreover, he did see some bold indigenous girls looking at him curiously, but they were definitely not flirting or flirting.
It's just that there is very little fabric on their bodies, which can easily lead to misunderstandings or... crimes!
"It seems that the first thing I need to do is to find a place to settle down."
“If you want to do this, you must first find a well-informed place.”
Aaron thought for a while, found a bar on the street, and walked in.
This bar has a thatched roof, and the door is a short Western cowboy-style door, so you can see inside from the door.
It was daytime and there were not many people in the bar.
As soon as Aaron entered, he attracted a lot of attention, but he didn't care and went directly to the bar.
Behind the bar is an energetic white male bartender, who looks to be in his fifties or sixties, with a weather-beaten face, and every wrinkle and scar seems to embody the wisdom of life.
He glanced at Aaron up and down: "A big ship docked in the dock area today, is it new?"
Aaron sat down on the high stool at the bar and nodded in affirmation: "Bring me a drink."
"Hehe... Newcomer, I'll buy you the first glass from Old Martin. This is the local specialty Wagsch!"
Old Martin quickly made a glass of sparkling wine for Aaron. In the transparent glass, there were also colorful fruit pulp and ice cubes, which looked quite rich.
"Thank you."
Aaron took a sip and felt sour and sweet, very refreshing, especially as it seemed to sweep away the heat of the sun outside.
He put down the wine glass and threw a silver shilling over: "Tell me what you need to pay attention to here?"
Old Martin picked up the silver shilling and whistled: "Guest, you should not be one of those desperate exiles or adventurers. You don't need to do such dangerous things. As long as you are within the radiation area of the castle, we will be the best!"
Even the lowest-ranking serfs and criminals in the country are superior to the natives here."
He smiled maliciously, showing his yellow and black teeth: "You can do anything to the natives, remember, anything! No matter what happens, the colonial governor and the army will always be on our side.
Yes, we are our own people!"
"Sounds like a paradise for adventurers." Aaron said noncommittally: "What about outside? I heard that there are many guys who have made a fortune in the country."
"Haha... Of course there are people who get rich. As long as you can transport things deep into the continent and find those tribes hidden in the tropical rainforest, they lack everything! A box of matches can be exchanged for a piece of nugget! But... there...
There are also many cannibals, beasts, plagues, monsters, curses, ruins... Behind every successful gold digger, there are countless bones buried." Old Martin explained with a sigh.
"I'm not afraid of this. I have a gun and some pretty good abilities..." Aaron deliberately showed a confident look.
"Oh? It seems...you are a mysterious person?" Old Martin wiped the wine glass without the slightest surprise. Obviously, there is no big deal for the Extraordinary here.
"Very good... It seems that this is indeed a good place to study mysticism." Aaron nodded, seeming very satisfied: "Do you know if there is any mysticism market nearby? I can bid to buy this information!"
"No, you go to Lucy Street. Many shops there are related to mysteries...and on certain festivals, the indigenous 'wizards' will also hold fixed gatherings outside the city walls...But, be careful with them.
Their 'witchcraft' is more mysterious and dangerous!" Old Martin warned.
"Oh? What can those wizards do?" Aaron became interested and asked casually.
"They can use herbs and insects to concoct various secret medicines with strange effects... and even feed warriors who are not afraid of pain and have infinite strength..."
"They can enslave souls and cast curses..."
"They can resurrect the dead and turn them into mindless 'resurrected corpses'..."
"They can even communicate with evil totems and natural spirits, and perform large-scale destructive witchcraft..."
Old Martin gave a serious warning: "Don't think that there are no strong people among the indigenous people, otherwise they will not be able to stop us for so long just based on geography."
‘‘Red’ and ‘Ming’…’
Aaron's heart moved: 'Maybe there is a 'secret'... After all... According to Motura's intelligence, the general's plan focuses on South Indonesia.'
"In addition, I also need a temporary residence that is safe, clean and quiet... I like an environment where I won't be disturbed."
Aaron's fingertips turned, and a glint of gold pound flowed.
Old Martin's throat rolled, and his eyes were a little straight: "Moonlight Hotel must meet your needs as a guest, I will have someone take you there right now!"
He whistled, and a boy with bare feet, brown skin, and only a cloth hanging around his waist ran in from the door.
"Arnie... I usually call him Arnie!" Old Martin explained to Aaron, and then turned around: "Take this guest to the Moonlight Hotel! This copper penny is yours!"
