Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of autumn.
The weather was slightly cold, and a large scale autumn rain suddenly hit the northern part of the new continent, the first colony built by the Faletis Kingdom, Thomstown.
Fortunately.
In order to cope with the strange weather of the new continent, the new colony city far away from home had completed a complete municipal construction. The well-functioning drainage system allowed the residents to travel without having to wade through the water.
Under the heavy rain.
Rustle …
The sugar maple trees whose leaves had turned red rustled as they covered the rows of Faletis-style buildings by the roadside.
However, this place was different from the stone buildings in Faletis. Most of the buildings here were made of wood, which was sourced from the ground.
The forest resources in the New World were extremely rich, and the natives' ability to transform nature was very limited. Furthermore, they believed that everything had a spirit. They believed that every river, mountain, tree, rock on this land had a spirit and a spirit of nature residing in it.
So most of the places maintained the most primitive natural appearance, and thick trees that could be used to build houses were everywhere.
Most of the houses were made of spruce, fir, and pine. The material was lighter and suitable for the pioneers who lacked manpower and craftsmen. It was warm in the winter and cool in the summer, and very comfortable.
After nearly a hundred years of development, the colonists on this land had learned how to adapt to the living environment here, and they seemed to be living well!
In the dock area of the colonial city.
The only tavern, "Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern" was already filled with people.
The sudden heavy rain made the dockworkers, sailors, and plantation managers idle as they all gathered here.
"Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern" was, of course, a popular place. There was mellow rum, sweet beer, the freshest fruits and beef, and … beautiful and sexy women.
Dong dong … dong dong … dong dong dong …
On the stage in the middle of the tavern.
A beautiful girl with darker skin than the white Nimansteins of the civilized countries, but lighter than the brown natives, was dancing to the beat of a native musician's drum as she happily twisted her waist and danced in an exotic dance.
She had a red parrot feather on her head, a colorful special fabric around her waist, and an ornament made of animal teeth on her wrists and ankles.
She exuded an exotic and wild beauty, and with her wheat-colored skin that suited the aesthetic of the men, she was like a hunting goddess that walked out of the forest!
Pa! Pak!
The girl twirled her body and clapped her hands lightly. She didn't have much cloth on her body to begin with, and in the extreme range of her movements, her slender waist and slender thighs challenged the weak nerves of the men in the tavern.
Tick tock … tick tock …
Beads of sweat rolled down the girl's body.
All the customers couldn't help but feel hot and dry. They raised the wine cups in front of them and took a big gulp, and then they asked the waiters to bring more wine.
Needless to say, just the extra money from the alcohol sales today was already a considerable amount of income.
However, no matter how beautiful things were, they would come to an end. The drumbeat was rapid, and it stopped abruptly at the highest point.
Under the unsatisfied gazes of the audience.
The beautiful girl sent a few flying kisses to these "sources of income", swaying her slender and soft waist as she gracefully stepped off the stage.
"How is it? Does it look good? "
"Nice!"
"It's a pity that you can see it but not touch it. If you dare to bring a Mastizo girl home, I'm afraid your father will beat you to death. "
"Tsk —! Do I really have to bring her home? "
In a corner of the tavern, Elvin and Milan, who were dressed casually, were tasting the specialty maple beer here and enjoying the beautiful girl's exotic and charming dance.
The fatigue from the long sea voyage seemed to have been swept away, and Milan also expressed her deep disdain for Elvin's extremely conservative "view of love"!
"If the goal isn't marriage, can't we have a romantic relationship?
Pedantic … "
However, Milan was only a hero with her mouth, and she didn't think of putting it into action.
Mastizo was a word that originated from the Shilius language, and it generally referred to the mixed-blood descendants between the white-skinned Nimanstans of the Old Continent and the brown-skinned Atreans of the New Continent or the black-skinned Anumar.
In the Old Continent, such Mastizo people were very rare, but in the New Continent, which had been colonized for a hundred years, and the Southern Continent, which had been colonized for two hundred years, they were everywhere.
At present, if a child was born into a noble family in the Old Continent, it was almost impossible for them to have inheritance rights, and it was even more impossible for them to be recognized by the upper class.
But because of their special living environment, they had slowly become the backbone of the colonial order in the New Continent, and some lucky ones had even become part of the colonial administrators.
Of course, it must be mentioned that these mixed-blood descendants were mostly the offspring of male Nimanstans and female natives.
In the Faletis colony.
The Nimanstans from the Old Continent, the Creoles born in the New Continent with white-skinned parents, the mixed-blood Mastizo people, and the brown-skinned Atreans formed the social hierarchy here, just like the caste system in Elvin's previous world.
However, in the Faletis and Tulip colonies, things were slightly better.
If one were to go to the Shilius Kingdom and look at the vast territories that occupied the central and southern parts of the New Continent, one would find that there weren't many native Atreans left.
That was because they carried out an extremely cruel genocide policy!
Large numbers of male natives were driven into the plantations and mines to do all kinds of heavy manual labor and become consumables. It wouldn't take more than a few years for them to die of illness and exhaustion.
On the land where they lived, there were a large number of resilient Anumar who were constantly being filled in through triangular trade, gradually replacing the position of the indigenous Atreans.
Of course, this difference didn't mean that the Tulip colonists were kinder than Shilius.
From Elvin's point of view, this was just a compromise. There was no essential difference between the two!
"You said that there would be an unexpected surprise in this tavern. Don't tell me you were referring to this? Although it's not bad, it can't be considered a surprise, right? "
"Gulp! Don't worry, I still have confidence in such a simple prophecy. "
Milan patted her chest and promised after taking a big gulp of cold beer.
As soon as she said that, she heard the conversation of a group of lumberjacks next to her. They seemed to be particularly talkative after drinking some alcohol.
"Hey! It was a little hot just now.
Why don't we take turns telling horror stories around us? Let everyone cool down. "
"Okay! I'll go first, I'll go first!
I'm going to tell a horror legend I heard from my grandfather. It's a story about the 'Deerbone God' and the 'Vengeful Evil Spirit'! "
As soon as another lumberjack in suspenders finished speaking, Elvin felt as if a cold wind suddenly blew past him.
"Hiss … A continent that believes in spirits seems a little strange!"
The two of them looked at each other.
They heard the first terrifying Anomaly in the New World from the lumberjack's mouth!
Combined with their own Transcendent knowledge, they also restored a relatively realistic image of the Anomaly.
The origin was related to the colonists.
Nearly a hundred years ago, a certain native tribe that worshipped the New World's primitive God of Death, Wuhao, sacrificed the souls of the entire tribe to the God of Death before it was conquered by the "civilized people" from afar.
Then.
The strong resentment in the bones of the thousands of people in the tribe gave birth to a terrifying avenger!
It wore a dirty deerskin battle robe and wore the skull of a big-horned elk on its head. It held an obsidian saw sword and an obsidian spear.
It rode on a skeletal warhorse that was wrapped in old ropes and stone caltrops. Its mouth and nose could spit out sparks. It roamed the vast wilderness of the New World all day long, killing all the "civilized people" that appeared in front of it.
It was not afraid of weapons, guns, and cannons. It was a true Evil Spirit, unstoppable and immortal!
Even if it was killed by a high-ranking clergyman with infinite divine power, it would still return a few years later and massacre the settlements of any "civilized people" it saw.
Other than that, another lumberjack's "story" also caught their attention.
The haunted Wraith Church.
The location was just a few dozen kilometers away from the north of Thomas Town.
One must know that even though Thomas Town was the first settlement built by Faletis, it had failed more than a dozen times before.
Due to lack of supplies, diseases, or attacks by the natives, or … the newly built settlement was quickly scattered.
Originally, it was the church of the goddess built by the first batch of colonists, but after the colony was destroyed by the natives, the church was abandoned.
However, it was said that the original intention of the clergyman to build the church was to seal a terrifying wraith, but as the church was abandoned, the seal there had lost its effectiveness, and now it had become a Wraith Church filled with ghost nuns.
No living person could leave alive after entering the church …
Probably intrigued by their topic, a middle-aged man who looked like the manager of a tobacco plantation came over and asked, "Haven't you heard of the legend of Roanoke Island?"
"Roanoke Island?"
Elvin and Milan pricked up their ears at the same time.
That was also a story before Thomas Town was successfully built, it was another failed attempt by Faletis.
The first batch of colonists who landed on Roanoke Island were not well prepared, they lacked the ability to survive independently, and did not even have planting skills.
They could only helplessly send the leader of the colonists back to ask for help.
But after more than half a year.
On the evening of the day when he returned with the reinforcements, he was already close to his own village.
The smoke signal for help suddenly lit up in the village!
But when they entered the village without stopping.
The manager of the plantation stared with his green eyes, he scanned the faces of everyone who was listening attentively, he lowered his voice and continued.
"The oil lamp on the table is lit, the food on the stove is still warm, but the village's 11 children, 88 men, and 17 women, a total of 116 people, plus all the livestock and poultry have all disappeared without a trace!
They only saw an unknown word carved on a tree outside the village … Croatoan! "
When he spat out the last word, for some reason, everyone present felt a cold wind blow at the back of their neck.
Woo —
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