Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

A high proportion of the students in the Youth Home have no home to return to during the holidays, so it is the most common sight for young people to go out to work together during the holidays; Professionals will rush to the youth home to hire students during the vacation.

Mei hasn't gone to school for a day yet, but she has experienced the life of a student on vacation in advance.

On Sunday morning, Mei, who had cried a lot last night, got up with swollen eyes and followed her roommates downstairs to wash in a daze.

After brushing her teeth like others with the toothbrush she just received and putting away the toiletries, Mei was dragged by the energetic Jenny to the cafeteria again.

Due to the limited funds allocated by the city hall, the free three meals provided by the Youth Home may not be too exquisite, and even sacrifice quality in pursuit of quantity—after all, half-aged teenagers, regardless of whether they are boys or girls, can eat as much as possible. To accommodate more children without guardians or guardians who fail to do so, staff must budget carefully on costs.

Like this morning’s meal, it’s a big bowl of dry noodles (the old grains from the earth are mixed with sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn flour, and tomatoes, only a little more than one piece per catty), and put some soy sauce, salt, and a spoonful of oil in the noodle bowl Dregs and a little lard, and a plate of lettuce, it is a meal.

Noodles with clear soup and fresh lettuce without sauce, this kind of breakfast for students would be hacked if it was left on the cliffs of the earth... But for the children of the Boys' Home, it is already Rare food.

Not to mention a poor child like Mei who has only eaten a few full meals after being rescued, even an "old man" like Jenny who has been in the juvenile home for several months, the speed of making noodles is very fast.

"Dip the lettuce in the noodles, it will taste better." Jenny, who is making noodles, has not forgotten to pass on her experience to the newcomer Mei.

"Yeah!" Mei nodded vigorously, and rolled the cleaned lettuce into the noodle bowl just like Jenny.

This kind of ultra-low-cost vermicelli, which is stepping on the red line of China's food safety, is actually not bad in taste... After all, it is refined pasta, soft and delicate in the mouth, easy to chew, and has a light tomato aroma, plus soy sauce , salt seasoning, in the eyes of most common people, it is already a delicious meal that can be served on a decent table.

Most importantly... enough.

Little girls like Jenny and Mei can get three taels of dry dried noodles cooked to make a big bowl of noodles in clear soup. Bigger teenagers can get four taels or five taels. You can add more.

In the environment where most commoner families can only guarantee two meals, these young boys can eat three meals, and they can still manage their fill. For the children, there is really nothing to be picky about.

Mei, who had never had breakfast before, and could still be full for breakfast, touched her swollen belly, and was led by Jenny to leave the youth home with a silly smile, and went to the bar area via St. Joseph Avenue.

Although the older girls talked about going to a garment refurbishment factory to earn new clothes, Mei was tempted, but for a girl her age, good food was still more attractive than beautiful new clothes.

When the two little girls rushed to the bar area hand in hand, the whole street was already bustling like a market, and there were a large number of people queuing in front of all the shops.

Jenny dragged Mei to trot to the deli run by Mrs. Hank in a familiar way. Mrs. Hank, who was so busy and sweating profusely, didn't ask about the origin of the little servant behind Jenny's buttocks. The girl sent to the back kitchen to cut sauerkraut.

Mrs. Hank’s deli mainly sells cheap pickles, pickles, pickles, and sauerkraut in various flavors. Because the price is cheap and the taste is strong, it is very popular among the citizens in the city, and many people in the factory area will rush early Run over to buy.

Jenny took Mei to the back kitchen, and took out the apron, scarf, and sleeve cover from the staff cabinet deftly without being reminded. After arming, she carefully washed her hands with soap and cleaned the nails. Officially started work.

Take out pickled vegetables such as big-leaf greens, cabbage heads, and radishes soaked in sour soup water from a large jar half a person's height, and cut them into strips of varying thickness (it doesn't matter if the thickness is uneven, the people at the bottom are not too picky about appearance) , Put it into a large basin after passing through the clean water for a while, and then carry it to the front for sale.

Most people who come to buy cheap side dishes will bring their own containers, such as bowls, plates, canned bottles, jars, and basins. The price is calculated according to the amount. A bowl or a plate only costs two copper coins, and a canned bottle costs five. Copper coins, if it is a jar that can hold more, then it will cost thirty, fifty, or eighty copper coins.

The people who come to buy from the factory area have to buy a lot every time they come, and the radish sticks soaked in sour soup always pack several large jars; some people from the farms who go to the city to buy, always take half a cart of pickled vegetables that can last for a long time .

The two little girls had been chopping the turnips, vegetables, and big-leaf greens for half the morning before they dismissed the old customers in the factory area; The pungent smell, chopping onion strips, green peppers...

Cold dish chef Kate Berkeley is not much older than the teenagers at the Youth Home, but she is already a mature "social person". Before being hired by Mrs. Hank, she used to walk around the streets with a basket to buy wine and side dishes , in May's view, is the kind of very brave and great person.

When pointing to the newcomer Mei to pay attention to the finer onion strips, Kate held Mei's hands from behind and taught her patiently and meticulously how to press the onion and how to cut the knife, which made Mei almost cry—— At home, even her mother had never been so gentle with her.

"Don't rub your eyes with your hands." Kate didn't notice that Mei was looking at her wrongly, so she walked away with a smile, and went to cut ginger, which was not easy for little girls.

Jenny, who was also in tears from the smell of onions, sniffed her nose and reminded Mei with the appearance of a little adult: "Let's act quickly, Mei, we have to finish the morning things in the morning, and we have other things to do in the afternoon." of!"

"Yeah!" Mei nodded vigorously, concentrating on cutting the onion more seriously.

When young people are on holiday, it is also the time when the shops in the bar area have the best business. Many families with financial constraints will also squeeze out some coins on weekends to buy some food with enough taste to appetize the family.

A delicatessen like the one run by Mrs. Hank, which specializes in two-copper commodities, has a good business from morning to night, and there is no time to rest even at noon; Mrs. Hank did not call Jenny until the busiest time passed. I went to the tofu shop next door and bought two plates of deep-fried tofu and baked tofu, and asked the noodle shop diagonally across the door to send some noodles, so that the clerks could make do with it.

"It's the best way to eat the sauerkraut in our store with bread, which is more exciting than spreading hot sauce on the bread." Cold dish master Kelly enthusiastically taught the new girl to eat, "Hey, you can't use that To grow sauerkraut without seasoning, like me, use this kind of sauerkraut mixed with shredded chili and shredded ginger, the tavern in the Nancheng District next door still learned this way of eating from us!"

"Wow, don't really listen to her, Kelly likes to trick people into eating spicy food!" Jenny, who can't eat spicy food, hurriedly stopped Mei, "Just add unmixed sauerkraut like Mrs. Hank!"

Mei insisted on following Kelly's way of eating... After eating half a pancake, it was so hot that she went straight to the back kitchen to find water.

"Why do you keep teasing little girls?" Mrs. Hank didn't stop her, she just laughed afterwards.

"How do people who have never eaten spicy food know whether they like spicy food?" Kelly also laughed haha, and shouted into the kitchen, "Isn't it exciting, Mei?"

"Yeah!" Mei, who was so hot that her lips turned red, actually nodded in agreement, and returned after drinking cold water to continue gnawing on the spicy noodle cake.

Jenny was too angry to talk to her.

In the afternoon, as Jenny said, there was a lot of work...to clean a lot of vegetables and radishes, to clean the used vat, to chop garlic, to scrape ginger, to chop peppers...

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the store was still busy, but Jenny and May, who had helped for a day, had to leave - this was the regulation of the city hall, and employers could hire underage teenagers, but the working hours of a single day were not allowed. More than eight hours, no more money.

The two little girls, who were too tired to lift their arms, didn't realize that this standard for underage employees was protecting their legal rights. Mrs. Hank smiled and paid them a salary of [-] copper coins each. , the eyes of the two little girls were as bright as stars.

"Go back to the youth home early, and don't run around outside." Mrs. Hank likes hardworking and sensible children. After paying their salaries, they each gave them some snacks-the leftovers, not too spicy cold salad side dishes.

"I've made money!" On the way back, Mei was holding the side dishes given by Mrs. Hank in her hand, clutching the coins in her breast pocket, with a smirk all over her face.

"Let's go back and put the money away, and then I'll take you to a fun place!" Jenny was used to receiving money after work, and she was not as excited as Mei, who dragged her away.

They were all children from poor families, and neither of them had the habit of spending money immediately when they got it. The two little girls went back to the youth home, put the money in the dormitory, and ran away with only the side dishes given by Mrs. Hank. To the Civic Square on St. Joseph Street.

The Civic Square is also very lively, but unlike the bustling bar area, this is not a place where people trade, and people don't walk around. Instead, hundreds of people are sitting around the dry fountain pool in the middle of the square, listening intoxicatedly. wearing something.

After Mei was dragged by Jenny and ran to the periphery of the crowd, she also heard a strange voice and opened her mouth wide.

"Hush!" Jenny signaled Mei not to make a sound, and the two found a place outside the crowd and sat down as well.

Inside the dry fountain pool was an iron shelf more than three meters high, on which were placed a small box the size of a palm and a loudspeaker bigger than a human head, and a man in the uniform of an operator stood under the iron shelf , preventing anyone from approaching the pool.

What is played on the loudspeakers... is not the exotic music that is repeatedly played on the speakers installed in certain neighborhoods, but a radio drama that is usually only played at noon and dusk.

Different from the radio dramas that are broadcast by the loudspeakers installed in the neighborhood by one quarter after another, the public broadcasts in the public squares on holidays are in the form of continuous broadcasts - anyone who has time to sit here for more than two hours can Listen to "Our Struggle" which is usually played in three days in one breath.

There was still some time before dark, and Mei, who was dragged by Jenny to run over, finished listening to "Our Struggle", the legendary story that once caused crowds to empty alleys in Inadoli.

May also finally knows who Caroline is...

During holidays, the serial broadcast in the Civic Square will be played until 09:30 in the evening, but children can’t stay so late. After seven o’clock, when the sky gets dark, the city hall’s operators will walk around the field to keep the lingering The little ones who were going rushed home.

Jenny and Mei, who were driven away by the operators, were on their way back to the Boys' Home, and Mei kept repeating "It's so good" and "It's so good" all the way.

"I know this story is very good, you don't have to repeat it all the time?" Jenny repeated it to her so that she couldn't laugh or cry.

Mei didn't know how to explain the excitement in her heart to Jenny, and her poor vocabulary made her unable to find adjectives that fit her mood better. After holding back for a long time, she could only choke out one sentence: "I want to say, really It's great, Caroline is great, it's great here, Mrs. Hank, Sister Kelly...the people here are great...Jenny you are great too, you are the best I've ever seen people."

Jenny, who likes to pretend to be a little adult, blushed instantly.

"That's because you don't know many people, so you say that." Jenny turned her face away shyly, and said loudly, "When you meet the clerks and Ms. Hiber, you won't feel that I'm great."

"No." Mei shook her head resolutely, "I only knew you for a little more than a day, and I already knew that you are very powerful. When I know you for a long time in the future, I will only think that you are even more powerful."

When she was Jenny's age, she was only thinking about whether she could find something to eat. She was completely incapable of helping adults do things in exchange for rewards, and being trusted by adults to do things like Jenny.

"Oh, don't say it!" Jenny was extremely shy, and ran away with her head buried.

Mei quickly followed up: "Wait for me!"

Two little girls laughed and ran across the street.

The red-haired boy squatting on the curb turned his head to look at the kid who was running away chattering, and exhaled, with a vicissitudes expression on his immature face: "——Still a carefree kid The kids are having a good time."

Because the local nobles sent the children of their families to other places many times, St. Joseph Avenue no longer has the scene of luxury carriages carrying noble children flying wantonly at dusk in the early years, calling friends and making noise. .

But without those domineering noble children, this street is not much deserted, on the contrary, it is more lively-especially the section of the road next to the Civic Square, where people rushing to go to night school and go out after dinner People walking, those who set up stalls to do business when there are more people in the public square, and vendors who deliver vegetables and food to the city because there are fewer carriages on the road... come and go, and the flow is endless.

After all, St. Joseph Avenue is the only bustling avenue in the city with bright street lights that stay on all night. Even without those noble children who spend money like water, they will not lack in popularity.

The red-haired boy squatted on the curb, staring at the bustling Civic Square across the road.

The straight-line distance between Civic Square and the Market Square at the southern section of St. Joseph Avenue is less than 300 meters, with only an alley in between; many people from foreign caravans also ran over after dark, in the lively Civic Square Hang out, or listen to serial radio dramas like the local citizens, or sit down at a baked tofu stand run by the locals for a late-night snack and some cheap rum.

In the public square, which was busier than during the day, only a few officers were patrolling to maintain order; but the thousands of people gathered in the square did not have the idea of ​​making trouble because of the small number of supervisors. Very peaceful, with a smile on his face; even those professional fighters who are burly and not ordinary at first glance, can calmly bargain with the vendors who set up stalls.

The more Kingsley looked at it carefully, the more complicated his expression became...

It is already the peak season for inland caravan activities, and on average at least two or three foreign caravans enter the city every day.

According to Kingsley's experience, in cities with frequent caravan activities, law and order will also become a big problem-after all, most of the inland merchants who are capable of doing business in the inland are not good people, not to mention that most caravans will hire mercenary.

But Innadali is different. This city has not experienced any major waves due to the influx of a large number of foreign caravans. What was the living habit of the citizens before, and what is still the living habit now.

The caravan will not change easily, and neither will the mercenaries that come with the caravan.

So what created the delicate balance and stability of Innatrix?

Kingsley himself has the answer...

An out-of-town businessman sitting at a street food stall eating baked tofu accidentally saw something, looked in the direction where Kingsley was squatting in surprise, raised his arms, and pointed at the sky behind Kingsley.

Kingsley was still squatting on the curb expressionlessly.

Behind him, from time to time, there were strange movements of "cha, cha" and the sound of "KABAKABA", which were blown into his ears by the wind.

Without looking back, Kingsley knew what these sounds were about—another undead ran to the roof to play air races.

St. Joseph Avenue, like Midtown, is the "face project" of Innatrix City. The heights of buildings on both sides of the street are relatively close, and the distance between buildings is relatively balanced.

Originally, this kind of architectural planning was specially designed to please the owners of the city and the upper classes in the city, but it never expected...it would become a casino for the undead of Tarantan to play "parkour".

These undead are playing air races on the roofs of other people's houses at will, that's all, they actually know how to plan a "special route" - from the Midtown City Hall to the market square on the southern section of St. Joseph Avenue. The roof of the building is most favored by the undead.

What's even more outrageous is that the "air race" activities of the undead don't pick the time... Sometimes at noon, countless citizens saw a large group of undead bouncing across the city; sometimes, It happened in the middle of the night again.

In the dark sky where the streetlights cannot illuminate, undead, which are difficult to count with the naked eye, roared through the air at an average height of three or four floors, and rushed towards the market square.

No need to follow the past, Kingsley also knows that these undead will "get out of the house" in the market square, and gather noisily in the "dead-dedicated area" on the market square. Some set up stalls like humans to do business, and some Catch each other and fight each other (that is, to learn from each other).

Most of the time, the undead don't often move around in the city; but when the undead appear, they are always so eye-catching that even if you want to ignore it, you can't ignore it...

It didn't take long for the group of undead to "pass by", and Kingsley could clearly see that the foreign merchants and foreign mercenaries who came to the public square to play and relax had calmer expressions, and their attitudes when communicating with the locals were also more friendly.

Kingsley rubbed his face silently.

300 years ago, the black-haired boy who knew nothing about the world and could not even speak the language was picked up on the border of the Rhine Kingdom. After learning the language for several months, he was finally able to speak fluently. Just insist on telling Kingsley that he comes from a world where there is no extraordinary, no professional-level powerhouses, no god sects, and ordinary people can live well on their own.

Of course Kingsley didn't believe it, he only wondered if the kid he picked up with a good mental talent was mentally ill.

This stinky boy has grown up, his powerful mental resistance talent has been revealed, and he has learned the ways of the world, so he finally stopped saying that the world does not need supernatural beings and god sects. It means that the caster will be crazy enough to think that the gods can be destroyed, and the old gods who lost in the battle of the gods just lost their godhood and exiled the void, and cannot be destroyed by the new gods.

But this stinky boy is still very arrogant, arrogantly declaring to his teacher that he believes that the rules of power established by people are wrong and need to be corrected; Only when the basic public can be treated correctly, the so-called extraordinary will have the possibility to go further and touch the boundary of truth.

Today, the teacher Kingsley still hasn't been able to advance to the next level at the dangerous moment when he is approaching the end of his life, but Yang has already broken through the third door of truth that is difficult for most spellcasters to cross.

"...This stinky brat is really not bragging." Kingsley muttered with a complicated expression.