The man and the flood dragon sped onward. When they saw faint lights in the darkness, they knew they had reached land.
A little closer.
They could make out an old harbor by the sea, with several small ferries moored nearby. Since it was nighttime, almost all had stopped running. Only an old sailor was unloading cargo while smoking.
Jiang Chen looked around. White walls, red tiles, sloping roofs, broad verandas-the town was filled with typical Mediterranean-style European buildings.
There was also a visibly aged yet still grand and imposing church in the distance, along with windmills on a small hill.
Tie Zhu shrank and coiled around his arm.
The man and the flood dragon headed into town. Once they passed the entrance to an alley, there were more people: high noses, blue and green eyes, blond hair, red hair, every variety.
"Dad, there are so many foreigners."
"We're the foreigners here. Can't you see they're all looking at your dad?"
Tie Zhu froze.
"Dad, you're carrying that enormous hammer, have a huge sack on your back, and smell of blood. Them looking at you probably doesn't have much to do with where you're from."
"..."
Jiang Chen had stopped here mainly to rest his feet and get a drink of water.
He hadn't expected an unexpected find as well. Passing a secluded coffee shop, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he stared straight inside.
The coffee shop had been around for some time. Its wooden tables and stools all had a heavy patina. Old-fashioned kerosene lamps were lit, along with a large glass lampshade, giving it a distinctly vintage feel.
The waitresses, however, were quite striking: two beauties with long legs.
Their measurements were, respectively...
These were all things Jiang Chen had discerned at a glance, but what drew his