Vol 2 Chapter 311: It's over, someone invincible magician was actually insulted in the street...

The boundless wilderness, the clear sky.
The steam train, which is very rare in this era, spews black smoke and drives through the middle of the field.
This is the first impression of Star Carving on Troyes.
As a poor country in a war-torn country on the edge of the Mediterranean, the poverty of Troyes is simply superb.
Except for the trucks that transport jūnyòngpǐn that you can occasionally see, everything here is as if time is still in the last century.
But this is also good, as long as it is a little farther away from the train tracks, the air quality is comparable to the magical world without an industrial foundation.
The place Xingke wants to go is a city called Sezi {sezi}. The origin of the name is "glass" in the local language.
It is located on the edge of Troyes, and Troyes is also on the edge of this country, so that is to say, the edge of the edge-the national border.
For the border line of the country in the war, Xingji couldn't find the coordinates and transmitted it directly, so I had to transmit it from England to the location of Troyes before planning otherwise.
Fortunately, Xingke learned from an old farmer that the only railway route in Troyes, his terminal station is near Seitz. Once there, you can see that one by turning over a stone road in the mountains. Obviously, it was built in the city in the middle of the lake—Sez.
After taking out the magic carpet, switch to automatic tracking mode, after which Star Carving only needs to eat and drink on the magic carpet.
At about three o’clock in the afternoon, Xingke could already see his destination with the naked eye
A road paved with bricks leads to a small island in the center of the lake. There is not a trace of extra space on the island, which is filled with a fortress made of stones.
The architectural style is concise and the style of an ancient European military fortress. It is conceivable that he used to be not a town, but a front line of war.
At the door of the fortress, Xingke abandoned transportation and chose to walk.
I found the satellite phone in my arms, Xingke dialed a hào code:
"Hello? Are you getting a woolen thread? You still have to run so far when you see you? And it's such a remote place..."
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"Where there is war, you are there? Are you the goddess of war? I think it's almost the same as the goddess of nemesis."
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"Holiday celebration? It's really leisurely, aren't they fighting?"
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"Fort outside the fort? [Xiaoshibao]? Ok... I saw it."
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"Also let me walk over, you are really... well, I'm going to travel."
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After hanging up the phone, Star Carving walked into the interior of this huge castle as if visiting an old friend.
To build more houses on limited land, three-dimensionalization is an indispensable means.
Layers of streets, houses built from the bottom up, this is a place with more steps than streets.
It’s just that you have experienced a different kind of calculation, right? Daylighting and air circulation are roughly averaged to every household.
"Boy! Foreigner?"
An uncle above his head, holding a glass of beer, paid tribute to the star carving who was climbing the steps.
"Oh! Come take a look at the celebration here. By the way, do a glass business."
Xing Ke looked up and replied.
"Be happy..."
After finishing talking, the uncle took a sip of beer and turned around, without any intention to pay attention to Xing Ke.
This is really leisurely. Is this really a war zone?
This uncle is not alone in gathering crowds on the street during the day to drink alcohol. They are dressed in ethnic costumes that do not have the breath of the 21st century. They are smiling on the streets and even some young réndàs do not hold wine. The bottle is just a snack on the street.
Originally Xingqi wanted to mix it up, but unfortunately Xingqi didn't have the currency of this country, and even the currency of this country had never been seen.
So I had to bite my fingers and starve...How is this possible?
"Brother, do you charge dollars here?"
"Huh? Brother, what are you talking about? Larry has long been depreciated into waste paper. I always collect US dollars here?"
Said the little brother who sells sugar pie alone.
However, Xingqi is not surprising at all. It is rare that the currency system does not collapse during the real war in this small country.
As a perennial haunt and war zone, a beautiful and strong country that has made a fortune in war has worked hard to promote its own currency.
At the same time, to say that they didn't have any attempt to [lay a foundation for future rule here] in it, Xingke didn't believe it at all.
Treasury bonds are settled in USD, arms transactions are settled in USD...... This is a game of chess.
Don't you watch? How many countries in Africa only recognize US dollars.
It was not easy to find a little breath of war, and the new green banknotes Xing Ke took out of his arms still surprised the sugar cake brother who was looking for change.
In the end, the authenticity was confirmed several times before selling to Star Carved sugar cakes worth 10 cents each.
"Boy, don't come again! How can you get me change for fifty dollars!"
Holding a lot of change in his hand, Xing Ke silently thanked the little brother who was shouting behind him in his heart.
However, who makes Xingke feel that it is easier for the little brother to get change here than the aunt who sells pancakes and the uncle who sells fried cakes?
The deep-fried cakes are filled with fish fillings, the pancakes are made from unknown fruits, and the sugar cakes are quite satisfactory. They are not too sweet, which suits Xingke’s appetite...
Eat and walk.
Xingqi came to a fountain in the center of the square.
There is still some distance away from the Barbican at the other end of the city, but Xingke feels that it is better not to worry.
"Although I don't know what that guy is trying to do in this peaceful town, but to make her wait and see that my side is the customer, and my side is God, isn't it?"
After eating the last bite of the grilled fish, Xing Ke felt his mouth was a little dry, so he looked around to see where there was a place to sell.
"Beer, liquor, beer, fruit wine, fruit wine... Damn, why are they all wine? What do you do with children? Juice?"
From one end of the square to the other, people buy wine. Is this town so rich?
The amount of wine can reflect the wealth of a place.
The development model here is more and more strange to Starcut.
"Ah, I found it, juice..."
A group of children gathered on a small stall under the shade of a tree. Each child received a red drink from a large glass jar. It must be juice...
"Big sister, I want a drink too."
After half a minute, Xing Ke was sitting on a stone step, and gathered with a group of children, sucking some kind of fruit juice drink with very weak sweetness but very fragrant smell.
"It's not so delicious, this...but it's quite thirst quenching."
"Pop! — Papa—Blap—"
The sound of firecrackers on the square where there were only human voices frightened Xingqi ~ EbookFREE.me~ almost squirted out the juice from his mouth.
"Broken! Forgot the time!"
A little boy on the side exclaimed, then looking for something left and right, and at the last glance, he saw the star carving that embodied incompatibility.
"Big brother!"
The little boy who couldn't tell the difference between men and women showed a big smile to Xingke, revealing a big white tooth that was missing a canine tooth due to a tooth replacement.
"Thank you!"
"⊙_⊙?"
In the next second, the little boy splashed half of the juice in his hand onto Xingke’s face...
Splashed on the face...
Face...