Blood of Mercury

Richero is the southernmost of Caral's big cities and the only port of Caral.

Its location is due south of Fararu, the northeast corner of Titan, and the crescent below the crescent-shaped Caral. From Richeroe to the north for an hour, and less than two hours to the west, it is the east gate of the city of wealth.

It used to be a fairly prosperous place. Because of Sanxian's closed-door policy, Caral's border inspection is very strict. Basically, there are many procedures to come over by land, and it's not a problem to drag you for two or three months. Even nobles - Druids don't care whether you are nobles or not, in Caral, even the Archduke of Caral is just a puppet of the Druids.

Even now, more than 80% of the people in Kalar don't know what happened to the White Tower. In desperation, the priests of Bansa had to go north from Su Ze and enter the White Pagoda east.

The Kalars hate the rambunctious priests and fear the wizards. In their world view, among the spellcasters who exercise supernatural power, only Druids are normal people, and they are "lords" of noble status. At most, add those rich Su Ze alchemists.

Even though the borders of Kalar are not so harsh, entering Kalar itself is a kind of torture for the nobles of Titan and Banza. However, the city of wealth, as the leader of the entertainment venues in this world, also has a strong temptation for those nobles.

So, the only way is through Port Richelieu.

Take a boat from the port west of Banza, go south around Titan and then land at Richello, which is at most ten days. If you travel by land, the transit time alone is enough to go back and forth three times.

Titan is even easier. Titan is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and it takes less than an hour to reach Port Richero by boat from the northeast corner. Easy and enjoyable. It doesn't matter if they are black households, as long as they don't take the initiative to provoke the Druids, basically no one will pay attention to these travelers.

And Suzer and Farara can only pass the border, but they are much better off. For the nobles of other countries-especially the Titans, the hillbillies of Caral and the mountain people of Fararo are the same thing. In the impression of the Titans. Only Titan and their southern archipelago belong to the civilized world, while the people of the north are a bunch of savages with muscle and fat in their heads.

Look at it - two-thirds of the Suzers who have three snow seasons a year are winter dwarves and some subspecies frost giants, as well as winter elves and barbarians, and there are hardly any pure-blooded humans; Sa is a soldier of the whole country. They have no interest in romantic dramas or poems and philosophies that explore the philosophy of life. Even children and women like the Colosseum and the arena. It is a real country that cannot communicate. It's enough to describe that they don't accept this and they don't accept that, and 90% of Caral people have never left Caral in their lives. More than 99% of the remaining 10% are adventurers or soldiers; and Fararu is a savage race that needs to hunt by himself, and should be called a tribe rather than a country.

The Titans couldn't understand why they had to go to the mountains to eat meat, and why they didn't raise animals and grow crops at home - in the eyes of the Titans, the mountain people were not even as good as the hillbillies in Caral.

The Titans were all merchants, poets, philosophers, and artists. The Titans have a philosophical saying, "If you don't laugh or cry today, you have wasted a whole day." In the eyes of the Titan Empire and the island nations it attaches to, they are the entire West. Civilization representatives of the world. Even the treasures brought from the eastern kingdom of Elkat were first sold to Titan.

In the eyes of these rich people and nobles, the only saving grace of Caral is the city of wealth. This is a prosperous place that the Titans can admit from their hearts.

Port Richelo is fed by these people. Most of the income of Richero's residents comes from tourism and its affiliated industries.

After all, most of these rich people came from boats, and there were no horses and no carriages. This is Richello's biggest industry. Every year, some deviant young people come from all over Caral to pan for gold—of course, there are also many golden fingers and some nightingales who cannot enter the city of wealth.

Rich people who can go to the city of wealth to consume will naturally not care about hiring a carriage at three or even five times the price of consumption. Even the more expensive the carriage was, the more satisfied they were—at least it gave them face, and they could better show their status when queuing up to enter the city.

...and will also be easier to put on the "fat sheep list" in the city of wealth.

But since that fool in Orlando blew up the City of Fortune, it's all been ruined.

At least 30 percent of Richello's residents have lost their jobs. In just one month, Richero was depressed a lot.

The newsboys who were happily walking down the street with newspapers disappeared. The coolies carrying luggage for out-of-town guests had to go back to the port to do tedious, low-paying jobs. Those nightingales were also gone, and the men who wanted to find the nightingales in their rare free time had no choice but to wander the streets bored. The only good thing about it is that the gold fingers are also multiplied.

In just one month, Richero fell into disrepair. Out-of-town guests will never come again. Some accumulated souvenirs and special products cannot be sold, and few people buy them.

After the destruction of the City of Fortune, the inhabitants of Richero could not survive at all.

There are few villains among them. They are just ordinary people who want to live a peaceful life.

However, became familiar with the elegance of the Banza nobility. After getting acquainted with the generous Titans and the lively circuses and theater groups that can bring laughter to children and adults, when they returned to the life of a Caral, they found that they had completely Can't get used to it.

From frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult.

And the culprit in all of this is Orlando.

How wicked the people in the city of wealth are, the Richero people simply don't want to know. They just know. It is because of the existence of those people that I can have enough to eat and give my children a better way out. Only the city of wealth is there, and Lizello is the lively and busy Lizello.

Now, every day, a considerable number of Richero people will curse Orlando, cursing him to die, and those who have lost their jobs and financial resources are the most fierce.

Because of Orlando, the family might not even be able to survive.

The accumulation of a large number of goods in this era of underdeveloped transportation means that the capital chain is directly stuck. And food has become the rarest thing.

If the snow in Caral hadn't been so cold, at least one-third or even half of the people would freeze to death this year.

"It's all the fault of that maggot-brained Orlando, otherwise how could I possibly do such a job... You're right, Joseph."

In the cemetery in the north of the city, a young man with brown hair shook his legs and scolded casually while shaking his hands in his arms.

Sitting next to him was a young man whose upper half of his face, including his eyes, was entangled in cloth strips.

But Joseph did not leave him, his lips pressed together tightly.

"It's getting dark... his grandma's, I really don't want to do this shit. Hey, Joseph, let's go get something to bake. Like a chicken?"

"You go. I'm watching."

"...Cut. I'm not going there myself. This place is monstrous."

The brown-haired young man's expression froze, and he coughed twice and forcibly skipped the conversation: "Speaking of which, my uncle said that he would take me to the port for a while. Although it's a little tired there, and the food is not as good as here, but At least you don't have to guard this grave to sleep at night... How about I tell my uncle and let him get you there too? You are blind..."

Having said that, the brown-haired young man suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and immediately stopped talking.

But it was clearly too late. Joseph replied in a firm voice, "No. I love this job."

... nonsense~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Who would like the work of a gravekeeper.

But for a while, the young man could not find a new topic.

So the atmosphere became awkward again, and Joseph leaned directly on the tombstone and prepared to sleep.

His almost pale skin, tattered clothes, and the crooked tombstone unexpectedly gave people a sense of suitability that he should be here.

The young man looked back and thought that Joseph did seem to be particularly interested in this job. He guarded this purpose, like a dragon guarding the treasure. Passionate to the extreme.

Coupled with his dry voice, and the upper half of his face that is said to be rotten and wrapped in cloth strips and never seen...

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart. The deep cold air invaded from the outside, and the legs and feet could hardly move. He was so nervous that he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

...he wouldn't, really...

He shivered and dared not look at Joseph again. (To be continued.)