After the large ship belonging to the resistance army docked, the people of City of Silver, who had all changed into crew neck shirts, brown jackets, wide-legged trousers, and dark baseball caps, followed the divine messenger Lord Danitz off the ship, preparing to cross the dock and enter the " City of Generosity," Bayam. These clothes had been prepared in advance.
"This outfit is really awkward, not very suitable for combat..." As they walked, Liaval stretched his limbs and said to Elder Derrick in a low voice.
Derrick nodded slightly and said:
"But this makes it easier to hide oneself and avoid being too conspicuous, thus avoiding becoming the focus of attention."
Derrick's analysis was spot on. After all, they were outsiders, and there were only twenty-one of them. It was best not to attract attention if possible. However, he seemed to have forgotten a crucial detail.
"But... but they're all looking at us..." Candice quickly glanced around and whispered.
The workers on the dock, some dressed simply, others shirtless, and the travelers of various styles, all turned their attention to this side.
"Wow, it's so tall..." A Bayam resident with a bronze complexion and slightly curly hair couldn't help but exclaim.
His height was only around 160 cm, which was the average height of male civilians in the colony at that time. In contrast, the people of City of Silver, except for Derrick who was just over two meters tall, were all over two and a half meters tall on average, with the tallest exceeding two and a half meters.
These " Half-Giant " walked along the docks and among the crowds, conspicuous no matter what they wore.
" The Feysac people?" a Loen man in a top hat, formal attire, and carrying a cane asked his companion, turning his head slightly. "Has the slave trade resumed?"
He believed that the group from City of Silver were Feysac prisoners of war bought by the Rorsted government from the Kingdom of Loen. After all, in this world, the only people who could be that tall, and not just one or two, were the Feysac Barbarian who claimed to be descendants of Giant.
His companion shook his head, frowning slightly, and said:
"Unlike them, most people in Feysac have light blue eyes, and even among Feysac, very few are over two meters tall, unless, unless, these are all nobles or officers/prisoners of war..."
In Feysac, although there are no explicit rules, the phenomenon of determining social status by height exists in all walks of life, especially in the military. Of course, this is not the only criterion; factors such as family background, title, and rank are also taken into account.
Based on this "custom," the descendants of Feysac's nobility and the upper echelons of the army were generally over two meters tall.
This is actually a superficial phenomenon; in essence, it is the effect brought about by Beyonder Characteristic.
Those who can become high-ranking members of Feysac's army are either of noble birth or have reached at least Sequence 5. The latter, under the repeated influence of the " Warrior " path, which is the " Giant " path Potion, will definitely "meet the standard" in height. Those who choose the " Red Priest " path will also have a certain increase in height, but it is not as obvious as " Giant " in the early stage. The total increase may only be a few centimeters. Only when they become Demigod will there be a qualitative change.
For descendants of nobles, their ancestors were more or less " Giant " or had intermarried with " Giant." Regardless of whether they inherited Beyonder Characteristic, the corresponding genes accumulated generation after generation, which would certainly allow their normal height to exceed two meters.
Among them, some families still possess some of the " Giant " pathway Potion recipes, and those with certain inheritances have descendants who are in a situation similar to that of City of Silver.
The royal family, which controls the " Red Priest " pathway, maintains the height of their offspring through marriage alliances.
The people of City of Silver grew increasingly uneasy under the scrutiny of countless gazes, as if they had returned to that cursed land, walking in deep darkness, being watched by one Monster after another.
Derrick, however, was very calm and composed. He looked around and said to the Pathfinder team members:
They meant no harm.
Having confirmed that Mr. The Hanged Man was in the city and knowing that he had arrived, Derrick no longer felt isolated and helpless.
This doesn't mean he distrusts the messenger appointed by Mr. The Fool, but rather that he believes in avoiding troubling the gods with mundane matters in daily life and handling things himself whenever possible.
As for solving problems on his own, Derrick is not very familiar with the outside world and is relatively unsure of his abilities. At this time, an experienced, Wisdom, meticulous, and trustworthy "local" is definitely the best helper.
Of course, Derrick also knew that Mr. " The Hanged Man " would probably not have any open contact with him, because the other party belonged to another faction and was not a follower of " Sea God ". If he showed too much enthusiasm for the City of Silver matter, he would definitely be suspected.
However, Derrick thought with anticipation, "There will always be a legitimate reason and a suitable opportunity to meet."
Lost in thought, he and the members of the City of Silver scouting team followed Danitz out of the dock and onto the street.
Their field of vision suddenly opened up, and they saw more people than before, and heard all sorts of sounds.
For the people of City of Silver, this was even more lively than the grandest " Harvest Festival" in their hometown: countless people dressed in distinctive yet equally strange clothes, some hurrying along, some strolling leisurely, some holding large fruits and sucking the liquid inside with tubes, and others holding food that looked like the delicious pies on the ship, taking a bite from time to time.
Besides these, the horses pulling the carriages made a jingling sound, the metal objects that ran extremely fast, and the various spices that permeated the streets, all made the people of City of Silver feel as if they had entered another world.
For them, this truly was another world.
Although they were somewhat apprehensive and uneasy, not quite used to the scene, everyone could clearly feel the vibrant energy hidden within it.
It's like sunshine in your heart, reflecting the Sun in the sky.
Is this where we will live, fight, and reproduce in the future? Derrick, Liaval, Candice, and the others had similar thoughts that flashed through their minds. They felt a little uneasy, but not at all opposed to it.
Danitz glanced with satisfaction at the group of large, somewhat bewildered men in Bayam, and muttered to himself:
"This is just Bayam. If you go to Trier or Backlund, are you going to kneel down and kiss the ground?"
The world-famous pirate restrained his urge to mock, for he was now an envoy of Mr. The Fool and could not tarnish the image of the deity.
After leading the people of City of Silver to a fairly luxurious inn with some of his crew, Danitz gestured for his crew to check them in, and then addressed the guests in his fluent Jotun:
It's getting dark, let's stay here for the night and leave the city tomorrow.
"The location for your city has been arranged. On the other side of the jungle, there is a natural harbor with several roads leading to Bayam, the city. Afterwards, we will widen the main road and build a railway to your city."
The railway... Derrick had taken a refresher course at the Tarot Club, knew what this meant, nodded gratefully, and once again praised Mr. The Fool in his heart.
Danitz continued:
"We have already leveled the area for you and reserved space for infrastructure such as water pipes and gas pipes. When you start building your houses, we will send a team to help you with those things."
"Also, the necessary building materials and temporary tents have all been prepared for you. Thanks to Mr. ' The Fool,' well, the Church of Storms also helped, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to procure so much stuff. But they were mainly in it to earn some extra funds."
The new government of Rorsted had only been established for a short time, and its connections with the outside world were not yet smooth. To their surprise, the Church of Storms took the initiative to offer assistance in the matter of City of Silver.
Water pipes... gas pipes... Derrick gradually stopped understanding, but still put on a thoughtful expression.
Danitz, who had almost blurted out the word "dog shit" several times, stopped talking and began to introduce the hotel:
"This is the hotel that the Feysac people like to stay at most when they come to Bayam. The ceiling height may be a bit low for you, but at least you won't bump your heads."
At this point, Danitz smiled and said:
"Turn right at the end of this street, and you'll find the ' Red Theater '..."
He gave a knowing smile that all men understand.
However, the people of City of Silver couldn't understand it at all.
Honestly, the Emperor once said that the oldest profession for mankind is selling one's body, and they don't even know what I'm talking about... Danitz's lips twitched slightly, and he gave up on the topic.
After his second and third mates helped with the check-in, he led the people from City of Silver up to the second floor to assign rooms.
After finishing this task, he took out a stack of cards he had written beforehand and distributed them to the City of Silver Pathfinder team members other than Derrick:
"Each card has some local text and the corresponding Jotun word on it. If you need any service or food, just ring the bell here to call a waiter over and show him the card. Of course, they may not understand it, but they will definitely find someone who can to help them."
It was a simple and easy-to-understand method, and the people of City of Silver easily mastered how to use the cards, secretly excited that they could finally have their first interaction with the people here.
Next, Danitz demonstrated to them how to turn on and off the tap, how to use the toilet, and how to turn on the gas wall lamp, giving Derrick, Liaval, Candice, and the others the illusion of being in a divine kingdom.
A water tap that dispenses water with a simple twist, Robot that flushes away waste with a single press without leaving any trace, a lantern that glows continuously when lit—these were all things they could never have imagined in the past.
And these things will make up their new life.
By the time the people of City of Silver had settled into the inn, darkness had completely fallen, and Evernight began to rule the city.
Although Derrick and the others had already determined that there was no danger of Monster attacking in the Evernight outside, they were still instinctively afraid, so they either emitted their own light or turned on the gas wall lamps.
Just then, they saw gas lamps light up one after another in the houses near and far on the street outside the glass window, dispelling the darkness in their respective areas.
These lights, some bright and some dim, shone into the eyes of everyone in City of Silver, like the Milky Way falling to earth at night.
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