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Chapter 129 Local Features

Cecil heard that there is a special type of foreign porn called "Dragon Driving Cars". Now, he has finally surpassed everyone else on the earth. He has seen dragons with his own eyes, and he has also seen "Dragon Eggs"—

Those are two "pine cones", located at the base of the tail, covered with sharp scales, shield-shaped rather than semicircular, with pointed heads, reflecting a cold light or two from time to time.

What the hell is this? !

The first reaction in Cecil's mind: the female dragon is too powerful.

This is a giant white dragon. I don’t know if it’s cleanliness. The scales on this guy’s body are like unpainted 3D modeling. The spotless white is so conspicuous in the natural environment, coupled with the reflection of sunlight and the giant wing belt Incoming strong winds, he managed to achieve an eye-catching goal in the air.

The dragon let out a terrible roar, flapped its thick fleshy wings and circled in the air a few times before leaving.

"What is he here for?" Cecil asked incomprehension.

"Demonstration," Langdon replied, "is also a silent urging, probably the king of Tuhai didn't give him a convincing answer."

"Just come in and fly around?"

"Then what can you do with him?" Moyer asked back, "If you have the ability, you can shoot him down."

Cecil left the impression that the dragon was domineering, and said worriedly: "They won't come to engage in Moon City, will they?"

"No, it's time to do it." Langdon said firmly, "Although dragons are ruthless, they are quite logical. As long as you can convince them, he won't touch you. After living for a long time, you will know too much." Being in the limelight is not a good thing. In this world, the powerful don't last long."

When Cecil heard this sentence, his heart couldn't help but move, as if he had grasped something, but this was only a momentary inspiration, and he soon devoted himself to other things.

Mrs. Klass' brothers and sisters are all married and living independently. Mrs. Klass married "going out". Here, the husband and wife need to support themselves as a family, which is called "adult separation". She can't explain why there is such a situation. a custom.

"Do you think this is okay?" Cecil was a little surprised, "Can young people become independent so quickly?"

"It must be poor." Facing the "big man", Mrs. Class's parents were a little cautious. After getting along with Mrs. Class for a long time, her attitude became more natural. I can afford a house and have a baby.”

It stands to reason that in order to encourage childbearing, farming society will support parents to treat their children as private property. Due to poverty, all the property of a family is controlled by the father, including the labor income of the children. Only in this way can the couple have enough motivation to have children. Children, after all, are not pleasant to have children in a state of spiritual and material impoverishment, and enough of them to create the environment in which to raise the next generation.

Haitu's "adult separation" model is very unusual.

"Part of the reason is that Nautical Chart's main income comes from mercenaries," Langdon said.

Here, there is no such thing as secretly communicating in dialects, and a magic interpreter will make the world unified. However, education still divides people into classes. For example, when Langdon said this sentence without thinking, Cecil understood, The Mrs. Class family didn't understand at all.

"Wouldn't the casualties be quite high?" Cecil was a little curious that the mass death of the middle-aged population was not a good thing.

"No way!" Mrs. Klass said enthusiastically, "As long as there is a wife following, the other party is generally not willing to kill!"

Cecil suddenly asked: "Is it a curse? Isn't that curse only valid in the territory of the chart?"

"It's different, if you kill Haitu's woman outside, the man's words will never be lifted for the rest of your life, and the woman will have menstruation for the rest of your life. Although it's not a big trouble, it's not pleasant after all, so it's best not to die. Besides, we are mercenaries, and generally speaking, we are not the kind of people who are willing to sacrifice their lives."

"..."

How should I put it, Empress Rakshasa, you are really talented!

"I've heard about it, and I always thought it was fake!" Moye laughed, "I also heard this kind of warning when I first came to the ground to wander around. It's best not to kill a Haitu woman. However, Lian... I don’t know why my hometown appreciates chart women quite a bit, which is rare.”

"The ground?" the old father asked.

"Oh, he used to work in a coal mine." Langdon said casually, "Chang'an doesn't seem to be doing very well recently?"

"No." Mrs. Class said, "I think it's similar to when I was a child, right, yeah?"

The old father sighed: "The business is still the same. We didn't have many businessmen, and no businessmen came, but the mercenary guild withdrew."

"What?" Mrs. Class asked in surprise, "Why?"

"Who knows." The old mother also had a sad face, "I left suddenly, sir, you also know that most people in Haitu find jobs through the mercenary guild, and I really don't know what to do now. Your second sister's The latest job is about to end, she said that she will not come back for the time being, and she will try her luck outside to see if she can find a job through her peers. The peers will definitely add kickbacks, which is not a good thing."

Cecil glanced at Langdon quietly, cleared his throat pretentiously, and said, "Would you like to go to another city to work?"

"Me? Part-time job?" The old father laughed at himself, "Who would need me? I can no longer lift a sword, and I can't kill monsters. My lord, would you want it?"

"Yes." Cecil said naturally, "Why not?"

"Then I'll go."

"bring it on!"

"Hahahaha!" The old father let out a hearty laugh, "You are such a humorous person!"

"I'm not humorous." Cecil also laughed, "Really, I want as many people as you come."

Old father:? ? ?

The two sides stared at each other for a while before realizing that this was not a joke. Unlike Mrs. Klass, the old father had a longer life and more experience, and knew that there would be no pie in the sky: "What do you need someone like me to do?" What? I’m old and blind, even if I kill someone, I can’t do it quietly, I’m afraid I can only pretend to be a servant and poison the target’s food.”

Cecil remained expressionless—this time he took the initiative—stared at his old father for a while, said "sorry" and then turned to Krasf and said, "Then what, are all Haitu people like this?"

"Huh?" Mrs. Klass seemed a little puzzled, "Yeah, it's always been like this. When it comes to assassination, the empress is better at it! She once killed a family by herself, 30 people, in one night! That time was a big profit A fortune!"

The old mother let out a kind laugh, and said embarrassingly: "That's all in the past. Now that I'm old, I can only take care of my grandson at home! Alas, children are ignorant, and they don't like magic classes. I don't like class, I just think about painting and singing all day long, Mi Duoer, how are your two sons? What kind of skills do you like?"

Midore was Mrs. Class's name, and this was the first time Cecil heard of it, so he couldn't help but look at her twice.

"They are still young, and they seem to like hunting very much. However, there is a big scar on Till's chin, which was sewn by Master Cecil, without using magic!"

"Wow, that's really great!" The old mother laughed exaggeratedly, "My lord, you are really amazing!"

Cecil: "..."

What can I say?

No wonder Moyer's hometown admires the chart woman, it's like a sympathetic!

Looking back on the past, Cecil fully understood why Mrs. Class was so "brave and decisive" and "reckless" in her actions. Judging from the environment in which she grew up, her behavior was considered very gentle. After all, Mr. Class was hanging around all day. Didn't kill her husband either.

"Actually, I don't need you to do these things." Cecil said with a smile, "Can you sharpen a stick?"

"Warning people into sticks?" The old father frowned. "It's not an easy job to keep the target alive."

"...no, just whittling wood into a straight stick. It may take some practice, but it's easy to do."

"Oh, wood?" The old father seemed a little confused, "Is it only cutting wood? Or is it some kind of monster?"

"No, no, no, it's just ordinary wood!" Cecil's forehead was about to sweat, "It's completely ordinary wood, anyone can do it."

"Can anyone do it?" The old father didn't relax at all. "In that case, why did you hire me?"

Cecil almost looked up to the sky and sighed: "Let me just say this, ten silver coins a month, free accommodation and a lunch, 12 hours of work, three days of paid rest a month, just need to cut the wood into straight stick, would you like to do such a job?"

This is almost one of the easiest and lowest-paid jobs in Moon City. If you master a little bit of technology, your monthly salary will increase exponentially.

The old father frowned and hesitated for a long time before carefully saying: "Sounds very good... Is there really no need to kill people?"

Cecil said weakly: "No need."

"Excuse me for being rude, this shouldn't be a matter for a commoner like me, but how do you make money for such a simple job with such a generous salary?" The old father became more and more suspicious.

That's because the profit of the carriage is too high. After all, the labor cost is almost equal to nothing. I just cut off the salary that should be paid to the skilled workers... Can I say this?Of course not, besides, Cecil deeply doubted that the old father would not understand even if he told about it.

"Mrs. Klass, maybe we should give you time. The time spent with family members is very precious." After seeing enough jokes, Langdon finally stood up and smoothed things over, "You can talk to your parents about A new life in the city."

Mrs. Klass may have relatively little knowledge, but it is not so obvious that she can't see such obvious hints. She nodded immediately and said firmly: "I will definitely make it clear!"

After leaving Mrs. Class's house, Cecil felt physically and mentally exhausted, and couldn't help complaining: "Why didn't you tell me this is the case!"

Langdon replied, "What's going on?"

"Are Mrs. Krass's parents really civilians? The civilians here are killers." Cecil said angrily, "Is this the case with all the civilians on the chart?"

"Didn't I tell you that the mainstay of Haitu's economy is mercenaries?" Langdon said with a smile, "So, do you know who you should listen to more in the future?"

"I know, you." Cecil leaned over to suppress your voice, "Then what reward will you give me?"

"How are you dear?"

"Can I touch your..."

"No."

"I haven't even said anything yet!"

"I know what you're going to say."

"I'm just curious, you can come and touch me."

"No."

Moyer and O'Casey followed behind the two, hearing the conversation clearly with superhuman hearing.

O'Casey shook his head slightly: "Young man."

"That's right." Moyer sneered, "I was thinking about this all day long when I didn't get better, and I knew it after a long time..." O'Casey looked over, "These are blessings full of love, are you satisfied? Saint Lord Knight."

"I've been very satisfied."

"Very well, you are up there tonight."

"No, I'm tired, you're up there."

"I'm tired too, why do I have to abide by the rule that I have to go to bed in a new place?"

"Rules are rules."

"Then you go."

"Do not."

Cecil, who had unknowingly slowed down, shook his head frequently: "Old couples are just not interested, let's... wait for me."

Langdon decisively chose to distance himself.

Cecil never knew that there would be a day when he would use his "little head" to think all day long. When he had a girlfriend before, even if the other party hinted in every possible way, he was still very favorable, and he would never do anything unless he got a clear answer.The girlfriends I had when I was young thought he was a gentleman, but when I got a little older, my girlfriends would just say "you don't love me".

At that time, he didn't understand why it wasn't called love at all, it was obviously respect, but now he understands that when he likes someone, his mind is really full of thinking about the other person's body, and he can't control it at all!

However, Langdon is also a tormentor. Not only does he like it, but he is also good at tormenting people. He put on an innocent expression, or hides from a distance and stands on a high place looking down at him, with a smile on his own.

Sometimes when the two of them were discussing something, Cecil would stare at Langdon's mouth without listening to a word until Langdon stopped and looked at him with a smile.

Oh, what a crime I have done.

There is no acquaintance in Chang'an to take them in. The house of Mrs. Klass's family is small and dark. Besides, they entered the customs as businessmen and had to stay in a hotel.

This is too troublesome and unnecessary. Cecil originally wanted to take a good look at the city and find every opportunity to poach corners, so staying in a hotel is just right.The four of them found a hotel according to Mrs. Krass's guidance. The whole hotel was made of wood. It was a three-story corridor-shaped building, a bit like a courtyard house. You could see the upstairs corridor and the door of the room from the street.

"You can see the street directly, not bad." Cecil said.

"Well, the assassin can also crawl directly outside your room from the street," Langdon said.

"You can also hide across the street and watch if you go out," Moyer added.

"But it's still quite convenient to escape, just jump off." O'Casey concluded.

Cecil: "..."

I still feel out of place with you because I'm not perverted enough.

At the front desk of the hotel was a lady with red curly hair, with a weak expression on her face. She glanced at Cecil and his party, then threw a key over and said, "One gold coin for one night."

"It's too expensive." Cecil reflexively said.

"Oh, don't you guys have magic protection?" The front desk seemed a little surprised, grabbed the key back and said, "Pay a silver coin and go directly to the second floor to pick one. The door is unlocked, but if you don't all die, If blood, internal organs, etc. are splashed into the room, we will charge a cleaning fee."

Can the Tuhai people still recover?

Cecil said helplessly: "Is there a lock that is not so expensive?"

"What's the point?" The front desk said impatiently, "If someone really wants to kill you, just throw a torch into your room, and the lock will hurt you. In addition, if the fire expands, we will report to you The family charged for it!"

"Can you think about it from the perspective of ordinary people, such as preventing theft?" Cecil said.

The front desk was silent for a while, and seemed very puzzled and said: "Why don't I think from the perspective of ordinary people? Which one do you want? A silver coin or a gold coin?"

"gold."

Cecil, who bowed his head to the "evil forces", took out the gold coins, took the keys and left, the stairs creaked, and he said before Langdon could speak, "I won't listen."

"Okay." There seemed to be a smile in Langdon's voice.

It was supposed to be a peaceful night. After driving such a long distance, I was forced to watch the giant dragon reveal its eggs. Cecil should have slept with his pillow on his head, but this ghost hotel can only be exchanged for a Chase shop for a gold coin. There is no such thing as a bed, and everyone sleeps on the floor. Although sleeping on the upstairs floor in the tropics feels good, Langdon's sleeping face is so close that he can't fall asleep.

O'Casey opened another room with Moyer in order to abide by who knows who made the rules. From time to time, suppressed groans could be heard. Only Cecil and Langdon were facing each other in the huge room, and they were in a strange place. Some are ready to move.

"Do you want me to help you?" Langdon said suddenly with his eyes closed.

Cecil was taken aback, his hand that had been stretched under the quilt froze, and creaked, "What, what?"

Langdon opened his eyes. The blue eyes reflected the bright moonlight outside the window. He leaned over and whispered, "I'll save you that hand."

"Hands, hands, it's nothing, I didn't do anything." There's no shame in this kind of thing, any man who has ever been through puberty has never done this kind of thing, but at this moment, Cecil seems to be caught cheating Panic, "Don't talk nonsense, my legs are itchy, scratch."

"Really?" Langdon asked knowingly, "Okay, then go to bed early, my dear majesty, you should be very tired."

"Yeah, very tired."

"Come on, close your eyes."

Cecil tried, really tried, but when he closed his eyes, Langdon's breath on his nose became more obvious, and it was like torture in this darkness!

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand stretched out from under the quilt. Langdon's body temperature was always a little higher than his, and he flinched involuntarily. The hand grabbed him, and he couldn't break free and even felt pain. Just when he was wondering, Langdon's voice sounded: "Don't move."

A small sound came from outside the window, and Cecil wanted to jump up reflexively. Lying down is not a convenient position to fight back, but Langdon stopped him. They huddled together, listening to the footsteps gradually coming from the window. He came closer and finally stopped beside them.

Assassination?Damn, it couldn't be arranged by the hotel owner, right?

Cecil was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard a soft voice: "Masters, do you need any service? One silver coin for a single person, five silver coins for a double flight, and twenty silver coins for a full set of overnight stays, we guarantee you will be considerate!"

It's a man's voice!

Cecil couldn't bear it any longer, sat up suddenly, and saw a young man squatting in front of him, staring at him without flinching.

"Who are you?!" Cecil asked angrily.

The boy was blond and blue-eyed, with a slender figure that looked like he was still underage, and he was a bit slender and vulnerable, but he didn't show any timidity in the face of questioning, and said with a smile: "I'm here to provide services to the two masters."

"If you want to provide services, you need four people." Moye's lazy voice came from outside the door, disheveled and ruddy, "Can you bear it?"

Cecil hadn't heard Moyer at all, but he was glad that Moyer was on the lookout, just because he probably wouldn't notice until he was dying.However, this young man still puzzled him. It wasn't that there would be such a service, but the way it was provided.

"How did you get in through the window?" Cecil asked.

"If you knock on the door, you're likely to be slashed head-on when you open it." The young man said eloquently, "You are a foreigner and don't understand, but you will come to Tuhai, either to seek revenge or to find someone to avenge him. It's very strong, it doesn't look like it's looking for a thug, so..."

Cecil now understood why the aunt at the front desk had that attitude, rubbed the center of her brows with a headache, and said, "Then you still come to provide this kind of service?"

"Isn't it better to leave good memories when you come to seek revenge?" The young man shrugged, "Do you want to provide services, gentlemen?"

"Four?" Langdon finally said.

"I can take turns to serve." The boy answered eloquently.

"No, let's go." O'Casey came over, fully dressed, "immediately."

"Okay." The boy quickly slipped out of the window, "If necessary, open the window at night, good night, sir."

The boy jumped out of the window, and soon there was no sound. The wooden buildings here were filled with various creaking sounds when stepped on. I really don't know how he did it.

Cecil was confused: "What the hell is this?"

"This kid wants to pretend to be a gay and join the gay knights." Langdon said with a smile.

This conclusion jumped too far, Cecil was stunned for a while, and said: "Wait a minute, first of all, how did he know that we are gay knights? Second, how do you know that he is pretending to be gay? Finally, why did he Want to pretend to be gay and join the Knights?"

The three active knights looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Langdon made a shocking statement: "Actually, you were recognized at a glance when you were pretending."