Etheria was also a balanced world, with both advanced technology and powerful magic.
However, its villages and towns still tended toward a medieval fantasy style. Within the wooden fence surrounding this little town stood irregular wooden houses with lovely red roofs and walls covered in moss and ivy.
There was not even a sentry at the town entrance. The group entered without any trouble, despite bringing along a conspicuously abnormal big cat.
What they saw next was the most idealized version of medieval life. Brightly windowed shops lined both sides of the dirt road, selling all kinds of interesting little things.
Deathstroke's nose had not been wrong. Closest to the gate was a bakery, where the slightly plump shop owner was sweating profusely as he shoveled fragrant loaves out of the oven.
Seeing fully armed strangers enter the town, the man was not afraid at all. Instead, he warmly called out to them:
"Travelers from afar, come and try my festival bread! It's baked with the finest flour from the Bright Moon Kingdom! If it isn't fragrant and sweet, you don't pay!"
As he shouted his sales pitch, he placed several large loaves from his wooden peel into the display window lined with checkered cloth. Under the yellow light in the window, the buttery sheen on the bread crusts looked truly tempting.
Yet no one in the group made a move. Before entering the village, Deathstroke had reminded them to stay alert, and no one dared take his words lightly.
If this was a dystopian world, then a village that looked like a fairyland appearing here was just like the gingerbread house a witch built in the forest in a fairy tale, waiting for some foolish brother and sister to walk inside.
Su Ming merely smiled and politely declined the