After the large ship belonging to the Resistance docked, everyone from the City of Silver, who had changed into round-necked shirts, brown jackets, wide-legged pants, and dark-colored caps, disembarked the ship with the Oracle, Lord Dhaniz. They prepared to pass through the dock and enter the City of Generosity, Bayam. The clothes had been prepared in advance.
As they walked, Liaval stretched his limbs and said to Elder Derrick in a low voice, "It's really awkward to wear this. It's not suitable for combat …"
Derrick nodded slightly.
"But this way, it's easier for us to hide ourselves. We won't be too conspicuous and become the focus of attention."
Derrick's analysis wasn't wrong at all. After all, they were outsiders, and there were only twenty-one of them. It was best if they didn't attract the attention of others. However, he seemed to have forgotten a crucial detail.
"B-but, they're all looking at us …" Candice quickly looked around and whispered.
The workers on the dock who were either dressed in simple or bare-chested clothes, as well as the tourists who came and went in different attire, all cast their gazes over.
"So tall …" A bronze-skinned Bayam resident with slightly curly hair couldn't help but sigh.
His height was about 160 centimeters. This was the common height for male commoners in the colonies in the current era. As for the people from the City of Silver, other than Derrick, who was just over two meters tall, the rest were on average more than 2.3 meters tall. The tallest was more than 2.5 meters tall.
Such a "half-giant" walked along the dock and in the crowd. No matter what they wore, they were equally eye-catching.
"Feysac?" A man in a top hat, formal attire, and holding a cane from Rouen turned his head and said to his companion, "Has the slave trade begun again?"
He believed that the City of Silver was a Feysac prisoner of war that the Rorsted government had bought from the Kingdom of Rouen. After all, in this World, there were more than one or two people with such a height. He could only think of the barbarians from Feysac who claimed to be the descendants of giants.
His companion shook his head and frowned slightly.
"It doesn't look like it. Most people in Feysac have light-blue eyes. Furthermore, even among Feysac, there are very few who can exceed two meters tall. Unless … unless these are nobles or captives of war …"
In Feysac, although there weren't any explicit rules, in all walks of life, especially in the military, there was a phenomenon of height determining one's status. Of course, this wasn't the only condition. There were also factors such as family background, noble title, and military rank.
Due to this "custom," the descendants of Feysac's aristocrats and the upper echelons of the military were generally more than two meters tall.
This was actually a superficial phenomenon. In essence, it was the influence brought about by the Beyonder characteristic.
To become part of the upper echelons of the Feysac army, they were either of noble birth or had already reached at least Sequence 5. As for the latter, under the repeated effects of the Giant pathway's potion, their height would definitely "reach the standard." Those who chose the Red Priest pathway would also have a certain increase in height. However, it wasn't as obvious as the Giant pathway in the early stages. It was only a few centimeters in total. One had to become a demigod to experience a qualitative change.
To the descendants of nobles, their ancestors were more or less giants or had marriages with giants. Regardless of whether they had inherited any Beyonder characteristics, the corresponding genes accumulated over generations would definitely allow them to exceed two meters in height.
Among them, the family still possessed a portion of the Giant pathway's potion formulas. As for those who had a certain heritage, their descendants were in a situation like the City of Silver.
The royal family that wielded the Red Priest pathway maintained the height of their descendants through marriage alliances.
The people of the City of Silver, who were being scrutinized by the numerous gazes, became increasingly uneasy. It was as if they had returned to the cursed land. They were walking in the deep darkness, being watched by one monster after another.
Derrick, on the other hand, was very calm and composed. He looked around and said to the members of the pathfinder team, "I'm not sure.
"They mean no harm."
After confirming that Mr. The Hanging Man was in the city and that he had arrived, Derrick no longer felt isolated and helpless.
This wasn't to say that he didn't trust the envoy appointed by Mr. Fool, but that he believed that he shouldn't trouble a deity with the trivial matters of daily life. It was best to resolve them himself.
And in terms of resolving them himself, Derrick wasn't that familiar with the outside world after all, so he wasn't too confident. At this moment, an experienced, intelligent, meticulous, and trustworthy "local" was definitely the best helper.
Of course, Derrick also knew that Mr. The Hanging Man probably wouldn't make contact with him openly. This was because the other party belonged to another faction and wasn't a believer of the Sea God. Once he showed too much enthusiasm regarding the matters of the City of Silver, he would definitely be suspected.
However, I'll always find a legitimate reason and a suitable opportunity to meet … Derrick thought in anticipation.
Amidst his thoughts, he and the members of the City of Silver's pathfinder team followed Dhaniz out of the dock and onto the streets.
Their field of vision suddenly widened as they saw more people and heard all kinds of sounds.
To the people of the City of Silver, this was even more lively than the grandest Harvest Festival in their hometown. At a glance, there were countless people dressed in unique but equally strange clothes. They were either in a hurry, strolling leisurely, or carrying larger fruits and using tubes to suck the liquid inside. Or holding food that resembled the delicious pies on the ship, they would take a bite from time to time.
Apart from these, the horses that pulled the carriages, the metallic objects that ran extremely fast, and the various spices that permeated the streets made the people of the City of Silver feel as though they had arrived in another World.
To them, this was indeed another World.
Although they were a little terrified and uneasy, as though they weren't used to such a scene, everyone could clearly sense the exuberant vitality contained in such a scene.
This was like sunlight in one's soul, reflecting off the blazing sun in the sky.
This is where we will live, fight, and reproduce in the future? Derrick, Liaval, Candice, and the others subconsciously had similar thoughts. They were a little uneasy, but they didn't reject it.
Dhaniz looked in satisfaction at the group of silly men who were stunned by the bustling scene in Bayam and muttered inwardly, This is only Bayam.
"And this is only Bayam. If you go to Trier or Backlund, will you kneel down and kiss the ground?"
This famous pirate in the World controlled his urge to mock them. This was because he was now Mr. Fool's envoy, so he couldn't ruin the image of a deity.
After leading the people of the City of Silver to a rather luxurious hotel with a portion of the crew, Dhaniz gestured for the crew to check in as he said to the guests in fluent Jotun, "It's almost dark.
"It's getting dark. I'll stay here for the night and leave the city tomorrow.
On the other side of the jungle, there's a natural harbor. There are a few roads that lead to Bayam. Heh, to this city. After that, we will widen the main road and build a railroad that leads to you. "
Railways … Derrick, who had made up for it on the Tarot, knew what it meant. He nodded gratefully and once again praised Mr. Fool inwardly.
Dhaniz continued.
"We've already helped you flatten the area in advance and reserved space for water pipes, gas pipes, and other basic facilities. When you start building the houses, we'll send a team over to help with those things.
"Also, the corresponding building materials and temporary tents have been prepared for you. Thank Mr. Fool. Uh, there's also the help of the Church of the Storm. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to purchase so many things, but they mainly want to earn some extra funds."
Rorsted's new government had just been established not long ago, so the various communications with the outside world weren't smooth enough. To their surprise, the Church of Storms had taken the initiative to provide help regarding the City of Silver.
Water pipe … Gas pipe … Derrick gradually began to not understand, but he still put on a thoughtful expression.
Dhaniz, who nearly blurted out the word "dogsh * t" several times, didn't say anything else. Instead, he introduced the hotel.
"This is the hotel that people from Feysac like to stay in when they come to Bayam. The height might still be a little low for you, but at least it won't let you hit your head."
At this point, Dhaniz smiled.
"Turn right at the end of this street, and that's the Red Theater …"
He revealed a smile that all men understood.
However, the people from the City of Silver couldn't understand him at all.
Seriously, the Emperor said that the oldest profession of humans is to sell their bodies. They actually don't know what I'm talking about … The corners of Dhaniz's mouth twitched slightly as he gave up on the topic.
After his second and third mates helped them settle in, he led the people from the City of Silver to the second floor and assigned them rooms.
After doing this, he took out a stack of cards that he had long written and distributed them to the members of the City of Silver's expedition team.
"Every card has some local words and corresponding Jotun words. If you need any service or food, ring the bell here and get the waiter to come over and show him the card. Of course, they might not be able to understand it, but they will definitely find someone who understands for help."
This was a simple and easy-to-understand method. The people from the City of Silver easily grasped how to use the cards, and they were secretly excited that they could finally have a preliminary exchange with the people here.
Following that, Dhaniz demonstrated how to turn on the tap water, how to use the toilet, and how to light the gas wall lamps. It made Derrick, Liaval, Candice, and the others have the illusion that they had arrived in a divine kingdom.
A switch that would produce water with a twist, a machine that would flush away excrement with a press of a button, and a lantern that would light up all the time was unimaginable to them in the past.
And these things would form a new life for them.
By the time the people from the City of Silver had gotten used to the hotel, the sky had completely darkened. Night had begun to rule the city.
Although Derrick and the others had long since confirmed that there was no danger of monsters attacking at night, they were still instinctively afraid. Therefore, they either glowed by themselves or lit up the gas wall lamps.
At this moment, they saw that on the street outside the glass window, gas lamps were lit up one after another in the houses near and far away, dispersing the darkness in their respective areas.
These bright or dim yellow lights reflected in the eyes of the City of Silver's people, as though the Milky Way had fallen to the ground at night.
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