Richero is the southernmost of Carral's large cities and its only port.
Its location is directly south of Farajo, the northeast corner of Titan, and the crescent below the crescent-shaped Carral. It takes less than an hour to walk north from Richero and less than two hours to the west.
The distance is the east gate of the City of Fortune.
It used to be a very prosperous place. Because of the closed-door policy of the Three Sages, Karar's border inspections were very strict. Basically, the procedures for coming by land were so many that it would take you two or three months. Even for nobles, it was the same——
Druids don't care whether you are a noble or not. In Kalar, even the Grand Duke of Kalar is just a puppet of the Druids.
Even now, more than 80% of the people in Kalar do not know what happened to the White Tower. Forced to do so, the priests of Bansa had no choice but to borrow the road from Suze to the north and east to enter the White Tower.
The Kalar people both hate those chattering priests and are afraid of wizards. In their worldview, among spellcasters who exercise supernatural powers, only druids are normal people and are "masters" with a noble status.
At most, those wealthy Su Ze alchemists are included.
Even if the border of Karar is not so strict, entering Karar itself is a kind of torture for the Titan and Bantha nobles. However, the City of Fortune, as the leader of entertainment and venues in this world, also has a certain influence on those nobles.
Quite a strong allure.
So, the only way was through Port Richeiro.
Taking a boat from the port west of Bansa, going south around Titan and landing at Richero, it only takes more than ten days at most. If you take the land route, the transit time alone is enough to go back and forth three times.
Titan is even more relaxed. Titan is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and you can take a boat from the northeast corner. You can reach Port Richero in less than an hour. It's relaxing and enjoyable. It doesn't matter even if you are a gangster, as long as they don't take the initiative to provoke the druids.
Basically no one will pay attention to these tourists.
Suze and Fararu can only pass through the border, but they have a much easier time. For the nobles of other countries-especially the Titans, the hillbillies of Karar and the mountain people of Fararu are the same thing.
.In the impression of the Titans, only the Titans and their southern islands belong to the civilized world, while the people in the north are a group of barbarians whose brains are all muscle and fat.
Let's take a look - two-thirds of the Suze people who have three snow seasons a year are winter dwarves and some subspecies of frost giants, as well as winter elves and barbarians, and there are basically no pure-blooded humans; while Ben
The entire country in Sasha has soldiers. They have no interest in romantic dramas or poetry and philosophy that explore the philosophy of life. Even children and women like the Colosseum and the Arena. It is a country that truly cannot communicate; and Kara
The word "closed door" is sufficient to describe it. They don't accept this or that. Ninety percent of the people in Karar have never left Karar in their lives, and more than ninety-nine percent of the remaining ten percent are adventurers or soldiers;
The Fararu are a barbaric race that needs to hunt by themselves, and should be called a tribe rather than a country.
The Titans couldn't understand why they had to go to the mountains to eat meat, and why they didn't raise animals and grow crops at home - in the eyes of the Titans, the mountain people were not even as good as the country bumpkins of Karar.
The Titans are all businessmen, poets, philosophers and artists. The Titans have a philosophical saying: "If you don't laugh or cry today, it means you have wasted the whole day." In the Titans
In the eyes of the empire and the island nations it is attached to, they are the representatives of civilization in the entire Western world. Even the treasures brought from the eastern kingdom of Ercat were first sold to Titan.
In the eyes of these rich people and nobles, the only redeeming feature of Caral is the city of wealth. It is a prosperous place that the Titans can admit from their hearts that they are inferior.
Port Richero is supported by these people. Most of the income of Richero residents comes from tourism and its ancillary industries.
After all, most of these rich people came from ships, without horses or carriages. This is Richero's biggest industry. Every year, some rebellious young people come from all over Carral to dig for gold - of course, the Goldfinger and
There are naturally many nightingales who cannot enter the City of Fortune.
Rich people who can go to the City of Wealth to spend money will naturally not care about hiring a carriage at three or even five times the price. In fact, the more expensive the carriage is, the more satisfied they will be - this at least gives them face when queuing up to enter the city.
can better demonstrate their status.
...At the same time, it will be easier to be recorded on the "fat sheep list" of Fortune City.
But, since that idiot in Orlando blew up the City of Fortune, everything was ruined.
At least 30% of the residents of Richero have lost their jobs. In just one month, Richero has become much depressed.
Those cheerful newsboys running around with newspapers on the streets disappeared. Those coolies who helped out-of-town guests carry their luggage had to return to the port to start boring and poorly paid work. Those nightingales also disappeared, in rare free time
Men who want to have fun with those nightingales have no choice but to wander around the streets in boredom. The only advantage is that the number of gold fingers has doubled.
In just one month, Richero was in ruins. Guests from out of town would no longer come. Some of the accumulated souvenirs and specialties could not be sold, and few people bought them even if they were sold out.
After the destruction of the City of Fortune, the residents of Richeros simply could not survive.
There are not many villains among them. They are just ordinary people who want to live a peaceful life.
However, after getting familiar with the elegance of the Bantha nobles, getting familiar with the generous Titans, and getting familiar with the lively circuses and theater troupes that can bring laughter to children and adults, I returned to what a Karar person should do.
When they were living, they found that they could no longer adapt to it.
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
And the main culprit for all this is Orlando.
The Richero people don't want to know how evil the people in the City of Wealth are. They only know that it is precisely because of the existence of those people that they can have enough to eat and give their children a better way out. Only the people of Wealth
The city is here, and Richero is the lively and busy Richero.
Now, a considerable number of Richero people curse Orlando every day and curse him for a bad death. Among them, those who have lost their jobs and financial resources are the most vicious ones.
Because of Orlando, their family may not even be able to survive.
The large accumulation of goods means that in this era of underdeveloped transportation, the capital chain is directly blocked. And food has become the rarest thing.
If the snow in Carral hadn't been so cold, at least a third or even half of the people in Richero would have frozen to death this year.
"It's all that maggot-brained Orlando's fault, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this kind of work... You're right, Joseph."
In the cemetery in the north of the city, a young man with brown hair shook his legs, put his hands in his arms, trembled and cursed casually.
Sitting next to him was a young man whose upper half of his face, including his eyes, was wrapped in strips of cloth.
But Joseph did not leave him, his lips pressed tightly together.
"It's getting dark... Grandma, I really don't want to do this dirty work. Hey, Joseph, let's go get something to bake and eat. Like a chicken?"
"You go ahead. I'll watch."
"...Tch. I won't go there myself. This place is quite eerie."
The brown-haired young man's face froze, and he coughed twice and forced to skip the conversation: "Speaking of which, my uncle said that he would take me to the port for a while. Although it is a bit tired there and the food is not as good as here, but
At least you don’t have to sleep guarding this grave at night... How about I talk to my uncle and ask him to get you there too? You are a blind man..."
At this point, the brown-haired young man suddenly realized that he had said something wrong and immediately stopped talking.
But it was obviously too late. Joseph replied in a firm voice: "No need. I like this job very much."
...Nonsense. Who would like the job of a tombkeeper?
But for a while, the young man couldn't find a new topic.
The atmosphere became awkward again, and Joseph leaned directly against the tombstone and prepared to sleep.
His almost pale skin, tattered clothes, and the crooked tombstone unexpectedly gave people a feeling that he should be here.
When the young man looked back and thought about it, Joseph seemed to be particularly dedicated to this job. He guarded this purpose like a dragon guarding treasure. He was extremely passionate about it.
Coupled with his dry voice, and the upper half of his face that is said to be rotten and wrapped in a cloth and never seen by others...
Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart. The deep cold air invaded from outside, and his legs and feet could hardly move. He was so nervous that he could almost hear his own heartbeat.
...He won't, really...
He shivered and no longer dared to look at Joseph. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piotian.net