Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Lost Island, port.

The workers at the pier yelled to unload the goods, and from a long distance away, they heard waves-like movements in the distance, mixed with many howls.

While the supervisor was not paying attention, they glanced at it quietly, and then leaned closer to their companions to whisper.

"Hey, did you hear that? This is someone who died just after mooring?"

"What are you talking about, bah bah bah, bad luck! Seeing the few people who disembarked, those merchants are not like merchants, and those who are not like pirates are crying at them!"

Some daring onlookers gathered around the Sienna to watch the excitement.

"Woo...can I still eat your cooking..." On the height of the ship, many sailors squeezed to the side of the ship, and someone choked up to the black-haired boy below.

The black-haired boy took over a group of young boys who were tightly wrapped in black robes. He smiled and quickly put the black-robed children on the ground.

"Don't worry, without me, your chef is always here!" He raised his voice to respond to the person on the top of the boat.

"How can you two be the same... woo woo woo..."

"Little brother, these few days with you may be the best days of my life."

"Yeah yeah, remember to come to the Sienna often! The chef in my heart will always be you - oops!"

Giovanni's veins were throbbing from behind, and he couldn't hold back, and severely pinched the sailor who was talking nonsense at the end.

"Bastards, just talk about what you have and what you don't have. Alright, hurry up and go to the boat, or you will be fed slop for dinner!"

After Alena and the first officer's assignment, some people on the Sienna will temporarily guard the ship, and the rest will do transactions and purchases. After finishing their work, they can enjoy a period of free time on land.

Living at sea for nearly half a month, Hawley's boots stepped into the sand and felt that his feet felt quite strange.

The little skull just couldn't adapt for a while, the whole person staggered, and then half leaned on his side, needing his arms to walk.

Before approaching the pier, Hawley watched from the observation deck, and with Alaina's introduction, he had a taste of the pier scenery of Lost Island.

"Complex" and "desert island" - this is what people used to say about the lost island,

Donovan, the temporary lord of the island, took office with three fires: one is for infrastructure construction; the other is for merchant management; the last one is for port trade.

To develop the economy, opening up foreign trade is an important step.

But the Lost Island was notorious before, because everyone here is accepted, there is no limit.At the same time, the negative impact is very obvious-good and bad people are mixed, various fugitives, illegal transactions, burning, killing and looting, etc., often happen in the land under the feet.

The previous lord turned a blind eye and closed his eyes, which made those people more and more rampant. It was not until Donovan took office and strengthened the order and control of the island that it improved a lot.

Hearing this, Holly couldn't help but smacked his lips and sighed, it's just like Gotham City in another world.

However, he previously regarded it as a low-profile version of Gotham City, but now he is actually standing on the pier of Lost Island, but he can't feel the atmosphere of "plain folk customs".

After seeing enough excitement, the crowd dispersed one after another and returned to their posts.They didn't need to be reminded by the supervisor, they worked hard.

It is not wrong to say that the races are mixed. In the port alone, Hawley has seen many people with different appearances.

It has animal ears and pointed horns on top of its head, and its tail may be short or long. At this moment, a man is passing by in front of him, and his plush tail with yellow background and black stripes sweeps the ground.

The centaur transported the goods back and forth, and handed over the items to a bearded man who was half-height but not low, but clearly had the characteristics of a dwarf.

Before crossing, in the world where Holly lived, there were too many similar works to create such creatures, including but not limited to a series of literary works such as novels, paintings, and even movies.

The scene in front of him happened to fit the fantasy creature image Hawley had come into contact with in his previous life, so he accepted it very quickly, and even felt that certain images were very aesthetically pleasing.

In the eyes of the aborigines, the situation is probably quite the opposite. They will think that mixed races are all grotesque things.

The mixed race is a fusion of two bloodlines, as if maintaining two different races.The secular world can't accept them, so they call them the evil consequences of taboos, and they can only stay away from the margins of society.

Hawley has thought about this issue, and combined with his previous life experience, he believes that one of the causes of the problem must be the intensification of the contradiction between the light and the dark Holy See to "exclude dissidents", which in turn affects people outside the power to some extent.

So the phenomenon of group xenophobia, such as cooking on a low fire, although the flames of crusade on the surface are not big, and the trend of discrimination is relatively stable, it is still bubbling.

The "Baotuan", which is not much better than it, also appeared on the Lost Island.

Excluding a small group of desperadoes, and some so-called "pure blood" races, the remaining half are basically mixed races.

The Giant Dragon Clan is a special race. They live in a distant land across the East China Sea. Some people may have set foot there, but they never returned.

The more mysterious things, the more people talk about them.

If there is no Lost Island, the Dragon Clan will live forever in the mouths of other races.Their link with the outside world is this huge island.

Always hidden, not showing up in the world unless necessary.The attitude towards other clans can be seen from the previous lords, they have never looked inside.

"It doesn't matter" is the greatest tolerance in a sense.

Mixed races come here in droves, hoping to find their true destination in this "pure land".

Donovan is more concerned about the management of the territory. I don't know if he really wants to take care of it, or for other purposes—in short, when Holly saw many women working in the port, some of them were even strong. He was quite surprised at the scene where a woman would follow a man to carry goods.

It is an excellent phenomenon that women's work is not overly restricted.

"So, don't believe in rumors." Hawley sighed and continued to educate Wilmer, "Sometimes you have to go and see for yourself to understand the facts and the truth."

Wilmer understood Hawley's meaning almost instantly, and he gave a solemn "hmm".

When I was in the dark cave, I also heard adults often talk about the races on the ground.However, when I was forced to climb to the ground and wandered for several years, I found that both parties had huge prejudices against each other.

As the people in the dark cave in their hometown said, the races on the ground, especially humans, despite their weak strength, are actually the most evil and cunning, and good at deceiving.

Wilmer has suffered countless hardships over the years because of his distinctive appearance.As I get older, I can gradually think a little bit, realize some things dimly, and believe in the above words more and more.

— until I met Holly.

Holly is in a happy mood, and it feels really good to educate the juniors.It seems that in the face of the huge challenge that is about to come, he can also relax a little bit to deal with it.

Near the town, there are guards stationed at the gate. They are just routinely registering those who landed on the island for the first time. After asking a question, and then checking the palm imprint, they can pass directly.

"From Svia King City?" One of the four guards raised an eyebrow and asked Holly.

"Yes."

The guard waved his hand to indicate that the registration was complete, and then teased: "Wangcheng lives too comfortably, do you want to come here to seek guilt?"

Holly just shrugged, tilted his head, and responded seriously: "That's right."

It caused the other three to snicker.

But what Hawley didn't know was that after they left, until sunset, the day's registration was basically over.

While the guards were chatting, another plain-looking man who could be completely invisible by blending in with the crowd came in front of them.

He called a guard alone, took him aside, and asked in an aura voice: "Has anyone with the seal of the royal city in their palms come here today? How many people?"

Then he stuffed a bulging bag into the guard's hand.

After shaking his weight, the guard looked around, concealed the action of stuffing the cloth bag into his clothes, and replied: "Yes, there are two people in Wangcheng, and two people with you."

"How many men and women?"

The guard said nothing.

The man's face obviously became ugly, he clenched his teeth, and took out a cloth bag of the same weight with a look of cruelty.

"Two men and a woman, and a child whose face is said to be disfigured and whose appearance is inconvenient to show."

After getting the desired information, that person didn't stay any longer and left in a hurry.

The guard watched his back disappear, took out two cloth bags again, and returned to his companion.

"This is……?"

"Someone bought information from me. Don't touch the money, write this down in advance, and I will report it to the adults."

It took some time to enter the city. Along the way, Holly was looking at the most "prosperous" urban area of ​​the Lost Island.

The conditions are naturally not as good as the Svia Royal City, the streets are fairly spacious, most of the houses and shops on the street are still being renovated and built, and the sound of knocking and dust is flying everywhere.

Someone below followed to clean up, hastily cleaning the streets.

This made Holly think for no reason in a trance: before crossing, there was a classic math problem of filling and draining a swimming pool, which seemed endless at first glance.

In short, everyone here has something to do, is busy, and there are hardly any idle people on the street.

It's like a field of flowers, without buds, let alone blooming flowers; but you can vaguely feel a kind of vigorous vitality buried under the soil, quietly taking root and sprouting.

After finally finding a larger hotel, several people temporarily rested in the hotel.

Last night, they discussed countermeasures on the Sienna.

Because Donovan revealed the missing person's information in private, only Alena knew how to deliver the information, and this matter had to be entrusted to her.

After that, it was only necessary to introduce Hawley to Donovan.

Then, success or failure, the Sienna is always there for them.

"My lord, on the order of the bishop, I have an important matter to discuss with you, and I will take you to the Holy See."

Want to discuss something?His own big business is still unresolved.

The man's blue eyes narrowed slightly, he hid the irritability in the depths of his eyes well, and he agreed gently, taking a step behind, following the priest under the bishop.

At this time, the sky was still bright, and the college was established in the diocese. After walking for a long time, they came to the light church.

The whole body of the cathedral is white, towering like a mountain, and the top seems to touch the sky.There are many minarets, and they seem to be inserted upside down in the blue sky.

Stepping into the cathedral, it is like a hermit, isolating everything from the outside world, only the hymns echoing throughout the hall.People who come here feel that their souls have been washed away.

The priest led the way in front, climbed up the stairs, swam past the reliefs and shrines, and led the blue-eyed man with light blond straight hair into a room, then closed the door and retreated.

The man half bowed his upper body, held the Lieyang pendant on his chest, and respectfully said: "Bishop."

Time seemed to be frozen, and the man could catch a glimpse of the hem of the red robe and a pair of feet in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

And the feet in front of him didn't move, and even the sound of breathing was extremely difficult to catch clearly.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally saw a pair of broad and rough hands covered with old scars and blood vessels, helping his shoulders.

"Truman..." the other party called out, it was clearly a strong voice, but it was uttered in a very soft voice, "Zoya, she is missing."

Truman looked up in astonishment, and met the bishop's hazel eyes.

His docile face was suddenly chapped, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, and it became angry, like a different person.

"What the hell is going on?! It's fine if you can't catch a few people, why can you lose an unarmed girl! This group of trash, trash!"

He cursed directly, and those hands pressed down on his shoulders.

"Shh... calm down, my boy."

The bishop was dressed in red, and Truman's eyes hurt from the stabbing.The person on the opposite side had a calm expression, his brows were light, and he didn't even move.

With a white beard and the broad chin of the bishop, he nodded and comforted him, and continued to speak in a calm tone: "I know that there will always be many accidents. But I always believe in your devotion to God, and in your respect for God." Loyalty of the Holy See of Light—you will find her and send her back, won’t you?”

These words were like a basin of cold water, pouring Truman completely.The anger subsided instantly, and trembling followed.

He was so disgusted by this feeling that he was so sick that he wanted to vomit on the spot.

"Yes, I understand," he heard himself reply.

"Good boy."

The hands on the shoulders were withdrawn, but the invisible weight felt even stronger.Truman suppressed the restlessness in his heart and rushed out the door.

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The author has something to say:

The exterior of the Church of Light, partly referring to Milan Cathedral.

This chapter can be regarded as a transitional chapter, gentlemen, don't be impatient, and then we will enter the initial preparation stage for Holly to make a fortune on the Lost Island!

I thought this chapter contained a lot of information.

The appearance of the mixed race on Lost Island may seem strange to the aborigines of various races, but in my eyes, it is the love island in the dream!

All kinds of handsome men and women with animal ears and tails, as well as furry and upright orcs like pure orcs, it is a paradise for fluff control, Sihashiha...

(Brother Gan, your xp is so weird.jpg)

感谢在2021-09-0711：33：05～2021-09-0823：51：38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of natal cp bottle evil;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!