"Wow... this is different from the Cold Wind City I stayed in before!"
When Zhou Qingfeng was inspecting the Craftsman District, secret agent Powell was passing through the south gate of Hanfeng City in a passenger carriage. As the view gradually expanded from the narrow doorway, a brand new city appeared in front of him.
After half a year of absence, Hanfeng City has completely changed its appearance.
The bumpy roads were paved with thick stone slabs, and the narrow street entrances were widened two or three times to facilitate two-way traffic. The houses on the roadside were basically renovated, and some were simply torn down and built with two or three-story large houses.
Every detail of the city is different, and the biggest one is the irresistible momentum of replacing the old with the new.
The passenger carriage drove to the dedicated passenger terminal and stopped at the fixed platform. The platform was not completely repaired yet, and workers were coming and going. However, the hotel selling food and providing accommodation had been built first.
As soon as Powell landed with his feet on the ground, someone came over and shouted, "Sir, do you want to stay? We have a large independent bed, hot water at night, and cooked food all day long.
There are also erotic services, the best goods in the North, absolutely aristocratic experience. All are legal and compliant with the approval of the lord."
What the hell is this?
The shouting sounded so familiar that it made me feel like I was back in Harmony Village. It was also so lively there. The bar provided accommodation services for adventurers, and the mud-legged guy who solicited customers was very talkative, and even the tone of voice was exactly the same.
"Are you going to open any new adventure maps?" Powell asked with a frown, "You also want to sell me mysterious adventure secrets, and also sell me a lot of supplies for eating, drinking and eating."
The solicitor was immediately overjoyed, "Sir, it seems that you are our regular customer. You must have been to Harmony Village, right? Everything is fine in our village, and it is still the most popular adventure gathering area in the Black Forest.
In order to expand our business, we came to Hanfeng City to open a branch. But there is nothing adventurous about city hotels, and they focus more on the living experience.
If you are in need, we provide Dianping reviews of Fengyue Street in the city. They are all the hottest information and are guaranteed to make every gold coin you spend worth it. An unusual man like you will definitely...
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The solicitor smiled and took out the roll of paper from his pocket.
When Powell saw this thing, he was like a snake. He jumped up and stopped him: "Stop, don't play this trick with me again. I was fooled once and I will never be fooled a second time."
Before Powell finished speaking, he turned around and ran away, fearing that he would be dragged to the forge to strike iron if he was too late. He never wanted to hear the sound of anvils and hammers again in his life.
But as soon as the secret agent left, Johnson, a tall and thin man, and his familiar pet Dudu got out of the carriage. The owl was suffocated in the carriage, and when it came out, it flapped its wings and took off, swinging around in a circle.
The solicitors also tried to sell hotel accommodation to Johnson, citing their most attentive and warm service. The latter was also surprised by the changes in the city.
Half a year ago, when Powell and Johnson fled Cold Wind City, the city was undergoing renovations everywhere. Unexpectedly, half a year later, it was not over yet, and the trend was even getting worse.
This passenger terminal is something that has never existed before. In the past, passengers would just go up and down at the city gate, and outsiders had to find their own accommodation. Hotels have always been a hideout for filth and evil in the city, and there were endless scams, abductions, and thefts.
Now, there is a big sign written in multiple languages on the passenger drop-off platform at the passenger terminal.
"Lord Victor Hugo of Coldwind City protects the legitimate interests and safety of every outside passenger. The city's law enforcement departments resolutely crack down on any illegal and criminal activities. If you have any questions, you can consult the station staff."
Considering that the vast majority of people are illiterate, there are uniformed people on the platform repeatedly informing foreign passengers about the laws that must be obeyed in Cold Wind City, and how to complain to the management department on the spot if there is trouble.
Since the Lord lord rides an earth dragon around the city every three days, the rules he formulated are currently being implemented quite well - the city is not big, and the management boundaries have not exceeded his upper limit of activities.
Johnson was very interested in this. He turned around and called to his companion who was running away, "Hey, Powell, come and see. Victor Hugo has done something new again."
Powell stood far away, unmoved.
But the solicitor who was so enthusiastic about soliciting customers lowered his face and warned Johnson displeasedly: "Sir, it is very impolite to call the lord by his name in Cold Wind City."
Johnson was stunned and looked carefully at the solicitor in front of him. He was just an ordinary poor guy, not tall, not strong, wearing rags, and showing no ability.
But it was such a poor man who dared to threaten the superior spell caster. He also said viciously: "Just a reminder, don't take ignorance as fun. Your Lordship certainly doesn't care about your disrespect, but we don't allow it."
Johnson took a closer look and found that he was really an ordinary poor man - the wrinkles on his face represented a poor background, the dark face represented poverty, and the short stature represented that he had been living at the bottom.
But he was such a poor guy. He stared at Johnson with a straight face and warned the latter not to speak rudely to the lord. The superior illusionist was even a little scared. After all, the Cold Wind City became weird after it fell into Hugo's hands.
of.
As soon as he entered the city, he was given a taste of power. Johnson had to take a few steps back and compromised with a poor man. He quickly approached Powell and whispered angrily: "Are all the people in this city under mind control?
How dare they threaten a noble spellcaster like me. Can't they see the wizard's robes I wear? I am not an ordinary person. They should kneel down and serve me."
Johnson was complaining in a low voice, looking left and right, always feeling that the surrounding city residents were staring at him. This feeling like a light on his back was particularly uncomfortable, as if he was being monitored all the time.
Powell stood at the exit of the passenger terminal. He took out ten copper coins and bought a newspaper from a stall. Johnson came over and complained unhappily, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"I can't believe my eyes. I haven't seen you in this city for half a year, but a newspaper has actually been published." Powell shook the rough papyrus in his hand, "This newspaper was copied by hand, and it covered four pages.
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The newspapers in Coldwind City are not published regularly, usually only once every six or seven days. Each issue only comes out with a thousand copies. Since there is no cheap paper for the time being, and the printing technology has not yet been mastered, all newspapers are copied by hand.
"What's in this newspaper?" Johnson squeezed over to read.
Papyrus is made of grass stems and is very crude, making writing very inconvenient. The newspapers in Coldwind City are also messy, making reading very laborious.
However, the headline on the front page is still very clear - Lord Hugo announced that in order to reduce infant and maternal mortality, women must be over 18 years old to get married. Women who are not physically qualified are also prohibited from getting married.
The newspaper also detailed the harmful effects of women getting married and having children too early, listed detailed data, and ended with punishments - those who force women to marry early will be driven out of Cold Wind City, or even sentenced to death.
After reading this article, Powell and Johnson both felt that Victor Hugo was nosy. In the past, nobility had never had such a law, and even early marriages were encouraged.
Dudu will fly back now, land on Johnson's messy head and croak: "What are you two idiots looking at? Your silly expressions look like two bumpkins who have never been to the city."