The nearly three-meter-tall "giant" said regretfully:
"The 'Six-person Council' stipulates that you cannot talk about things that are not mentioned in the holy scriptures. You are all followers of Mr. Fool. You must have heard the sermons and understand the official statement. I can't tell you the rest, just like I can't talk about it.
I have personally seen the 'Angel of Redemption' and received help from him."
At this point, the "giant" wanted to pat Lumian on the shoulder again, but Lumian dodged it skillfully and without leaving a trace.
"What do you call it?" Lumian didn't really believe it, but he pretended to have a look of reverence on his face.
The "giant" replied:
"Livalier.
"Cheers to the new life of Silver City!"
Lumian raised the huge beer glass, clinked it with the other party, and then drank the rest of the golden wine.
He touched his swollen belly and pointed in the direction of the bathroom, indicating that he should go there for convenience.
There is nothing special about the beer in New Silver City, but the cups they are served in are too big. After drinking two cups, Lumian's physique and alcohol capacity were a bit unbearable.
This is not because I am drunk, but because I am exhausted!
Lumian entered the bathroom, stood in front of one of the urinals, untied his belt, and half-closed his eyes.
Amidst the clattering sound, a "giant" more than three meters tall came in and chose the urinal next to him.
Lumian subconsciously glanced sideways and slowly withdrew his gaze.
He stared blankly at the wall in front of him until the pressure in his lower abdomen was completely relieved, then he walked out of the bathroom and sat back at his old position in front of the bar.
Levalière had ordered him a new glass of wine, which was a beer that was dark but not dirty, and looked a bit brown when it sloshed.
"Try the specialty of New Silver City, black noodle wine!" This "giant" who firmly believed that he was a human being introduced enthusiastically.
"Black noodle wine?" Lumian asked in confusion, holding up a beer glass that was bigger than his head.
Levaliye suddenly felt sad:
"There is no sun or fertile land in the 'Land Abandoned by God'. Only black-faced grass can grow. It is our staple food and has fed generations of residents of Silver City. Although it is always not enough, it is better than nothing.
"At that time, it was impossible to use black-faced grass to make wine. It was too luxurious, too extravagant.
"Haha, now that there is enough food, meat and milk, I have grown taller again, a full thirty centimeters taller than before."
"In New Silver City, can black-faced grass be grown? Can it be planted underground?" Although Lumian is not a "cultivator", he also grew up in the countryside and knows that those plants in extreme environments have a high probability of being replaced in normal environments.
They will all die.
Levaliye smiled:
"It can be grown! It can grow in any environment. Of course, we found someone to improve the seeds of black-faced grass to make it more suitable for the current environment. Compared with before, its taste is actually very different and more
, it tastes better, give it a try, you can’t drink this kind of beer outside, and we don’t grow much of it ourselves, mainly to remember the past.”
Lumian put the beer glass to his mouth with great interest and took a long sip.
The first thing he tasted was the normal, lighter aroma of wheat, then he felt the refreshing and slightly stimulating flavor of grass in the glycol, and finally, there was an almost non-existent milky flavor that permeated his mouth.
"Not bad, very special and a great experience." Lumian did not hesitate to praise.
He asked curiously:
"Is there any black-faced liquor?"
Levaliye's expression dropped slightly and he shook his head:
"We people in New Silver City think that alcoholism is degenerate, indulgent, and a waste of food, so we reject strong alcohol."
At this point, he paused:
"Also, blackface grass seems not suitable for brewing. Even if it is made into beer, it will cause certain hallucinations if you drink too much. I drink up to three cups at a time."
Is it slightly toxic? When the people of New Silver City were in the "Land Abandoned by the Gods", they still relied on eating this plant to survive from generation to generation. It was not easy... Lumian thought of his sister's occasional jokes and evoked
The corner of his mouth said:
"If you drink too much, will you see a group of little people dancing?"
Levaliye thought for a moment and said:
"No, most of the time the hallucinations are different. Some see his wife slapping him, some hear the cry of his dead relatives, some find a baby lying on the roadside, crying loudly..."
Lumian couldn't listen to things related to the crying of babies, and suddenly lost interest, and turned to talk about the taste of black noodle wine.
He finished the drink, went to the bathroom again, and then left the bar. He planned to take advantage of the sunshine in the afternoon to walk around New Silver City, and then "teleport" back to the "Berry" parked in Hunter Harbor in the evening.
Among the buildings with few floors but unusually tall buildings, the people walking mainly were "half-giants". Occasionally, one or two "giants" over three meters could be seen, and there were almost none below 1.8 meters, unless
The kind with a childish face.
Lumian's height was barely adequate, and his eyes were wandering around.
He found some green vines climbing on the exterior walls of some houses, and there were many soft, huge, white and plump mushrooms growing on the vines.
Mushrooms? When did the vines grow mushrooms? Lumian frowned, doubting his botany.
Thinking that this might be a special plant brought by New Silver City from the "Land Abandoned by Gods", he felt relieved again.
He walked to a roadside stall, raised his head and said:
"You sell milk, why didn't I see the bucket of milk?"
The vendor was 2.56 meters tall and had a slightly grayish-blue complexion. He said with a simple smile:
"The house behind is mine, do you want milk?"
"Let's have a drink." Lumian asked, and he still had enough money to buy a glass of milk.
Although the common currency in New Silver City does not include Firgin and Goldriso, gold is a hard currency everywhere.
The vendor happily took a cup, turned around, walked to his two-story house, reached out and plucked a soft, white mushroom.
He pointed the mushroom at the mouth of the cup and squeezed it hard.
Milky white milk spurted out and quickly filled the cup.
Lumian's mouth opened slightly, and his eyes showed confusion again.
You call this milk?
"Okay." The "half-giant" vendor handed the milk to Lumian.
Lumian took it reflexively and asked blankly:
"Is that a mushroom?"
"Yes, milk mushrooms." The "half-giant" vendor said sincerely.
Do you call those mushrooms? Lumian paid the money in a daze, held the cup, and left the roadside stall.
He couldn't remember how much he paid, and he also forgot that his original plan was to chat with the other party by buying milk.
After walking more than ten meters, he put the cup to his mouth and took a sip.
Smells like milk!
Lumian frowned and drank the glass of milk, not seeing anything wrong with it.
But these liquids come from the mushrooms!
"Just treat it as a special plant...just treat it as a special plant..." Lumian muttered a few words to himself, without any thought of trying again.
He was afraid that if he drank too much, he would produce milk!
He continued to wander, walking aimlessly on a road twice as wide as the streets of Port Hants.
Suddenly, another "half-giant" with a slightly grayish-blue complexion approached. He held a thick book and said with unusual enthusiasm:
"This friend is interested in learning about our guide and savior..."
Lumian laughed, pressed his hand on his chest, and saluted:
"Praise the fool!"
"It turns out they are brothers." The "half-giant" was a little disappointed but also very happy.
The two sides were communicating in the ancient Fusac language, but Lumian had just come all the way and heard that when the residents of New Silver City were communicating among themselves, they would occasionally come up with giant words that could leverage supernatural powers.
"Are there usually outsiders here?" Lumian asked casually.
The "half-giant" smiled and said:
"Outlanders often come to visit, experience, and travel. In the first few years, some people chose to settle here, but then most of them moved away. They feel that living with us is quite stressful. Haha, we are too tall, and
I don’t know how to enjoy myself.”
As he said that, the "half-giant" took something out of his pocket and handed it to Lumian:
"I'm glad you came to New Silver City as a guest to try our own sugar."
It was a candy wrapped in blue and white tissue paper.
Lumian took it without any courtesy, tore off the packaging and stuffed the white candy into his mouth.
The strong milk aroma and mellow sweetness quickly fermented on his tongue, making it silky and delicious.
The smell of milk... Lumian felt relieved and asked with a strange expression:
"Is this toffee?"
"Yes." The missionary "half-giant" replied with a smile.
"What kind of milk did you use?" Lumian never thought that he would ask such a question one day.
The "half-giant" replied very normally and naturally:
"Milk from milk mushrooms."
"..." Lumian held the toffee in his mouth, neither spitting it out nor swallowing it.
He could feel the sincerity and enthusiasm of the other party when he gave the candy just now.
In the following time, he saw mushrooms that were fried to give a meaty aroma, grilled mushrooms that were fishy, and all kinds of weird mushrooms.
Lumian Cheng's eyes were confused, watching the "half-giants" and "giants" happily sharing with each other.
Unknowingly, he reached a corner of New Silver City.
A very tall building stands here.
It is divided into two parts, with the spire tower on the left and the domed tower on the right. The outer wall is gray and white, and it is thirty or forty meters high.
"These are the Twin Towers? According to Levalier, the spire tower is where public facilities such as libraries are located, and the domed tower is where the 'Six-person Council' that rules New Silver City works... This kind of place
There must be sealed objects and strong people..." Lumian stood not far away and looked at the building in front of him.
His eyes swept across the domed tower, and he found that in the gaps between the bricks and stones near the ground, there were clumps of black plants that looked like hair, hanging there, sometimes swaying in the wind.
Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked towards the spire, wanting to see what books would be passed down in New Silver City, a human settlement that has lasted for thousands of years in the "Land Abandoned by Gods".