quicksilver blood

Chapter 321 Tomb Keeper

Richeros is the southernmost of Caral's large cities and the only port in Caral.

Its location is directly south of Fararu, northeast of Titan, and in the lower crescent of the crescent-shaped Caral.An hour's walk north from Richero and less than two hours' walk west is the east gate of the City of Fortune.

It used to be a fairly prosperous place.Because of the closed-door policy of the Three Sages, Karal’s border inspection is very strict. Basically, the procedures for coming from land are so long that it will drag you for two or three months.It's the same even for the nobles—druids don't care whether you are nobles or not. In Karal, even the Grand Duke of Karal is just a puppet of the Druids.

Even until now, more than [-]% of the people in Karal don't know what happened to the White Tower.In desperation, the priests of Bansa had no choice but to go north to the White Pagoda by taking the road from Su Ze to the east.

The people of Karal both hate those priests who talk about their gods, and they are afraid of wizards.In their world view, among spellcasters who exercise supernatural powers, only druids are normal people and noble "lords".At most, those rich Su Ze alchemists were added.

Even if the border of Karal is not so strict, entering Karal itself is a kind of torture for the nobles of Titan and Bantha.But the City of Fortune serves as the entertainment of this world.The leader of the place also has a strong temptation for those nobles.

So, the only way is through the port of Richero.

Take a boat from the port on the west side of Bansa, go south around Titan and then land in Richeros, it will take at most ten days.If you go by land, the transit time alone is enough to go back and forth three times.

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

The Suze people and Farajo can only pass through the border, but they will have a much easier time.For the nobles of other countries—especially the Titans, the country bumpkins of Caral and the mountain people of Fararo were originally the same thing.In the impression of the Titans, only Titan and their southern archipelago belonged to the civilized world, while the people in the north were a group of barbarians with muscles and fat in their minds.

Take a look—two-thirds of the Suze people who have three snow seasons a year are winter dwarves and some subspecies of frost giants, as well as winter elves and barbarians, and there are hardly any pure-blooded humans; Sa is even a nation of soldiers. They have no interest in romantic dramas and poetry and philosophy that explore the philosophy of life. Even children and women like the Colosseum and the arena. It is a country that cannot communicate; and Kara The four words of closing the door to the country are enough to describe them. They don't accept this and they don't accept that. Ninety percent of the Karal people have never left Karal in their entire lives, and more than ninety-nine percent of the remaining ten percent are adventurers or soldiers; And Fararu is a barbaric race that needs to hunt by itself, and should be called a tribe rather than a country.

The Titans couldn't understand why they had to hunt in 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 country bumpkins in Karal.

The Titans were each merchants, poets, philosophers and artists.The Titans have a saying, "If you haven't laughed or cried today, it means you've wasted your whole day." In the eyes of the Titan Empire and the island nations it attached to, they are the entire West. Representatives of world civilizations.Even the treasures shipped from Elcate's eastern kingdom were first sold to Titan.

In the eyes of these rich people and nobles, the only redeeming feature of Karal is the city of wealth.This is a place of prosperity that the Titans can admit from the bottom of their hearts.

Port Richero is supported by these people.Most of the income of the residents of Richero comes from tourism and its subsidiary industries.

After all, most of these rich people came from ships, without horses or carriages.This is Richero's biggest industry. Every year, some deviant young people come from all over Karal to seek gold—of course, there are also many Goldfingers and some nightingales who can't enter the city of wealth.

Rich people who can go to the city of wealth to spend, naturally don't care about hiring a horse-drawn carriage for three or even five times the price.Even the more expensive the carriage was, the more satisfied they were—at least it gave them face, and it could better demonstrate their status when queuing to enter the city.

...At the same time, it will be easier to be recorded on the "fat sheep list" of the City of Fortune.

But since that idiot in Orlando blew up Fortune City, it's all ruined.

At least [-]% of the residents of Richero have lost their jobs.In just one month, Richero was much depressed.

Those cheerful newsboys running around the street with newspapers disappeared.Those coolies who helped the guests from other places to carry the luggage had to return to the port to start boring and less paid work.The nightingales also disappeared, and the men who wanted to have fun with the nightingales in their rare free time had no choice but to wander the streets bored.The only advantage is that the gold fingers are also multiplied.

In just one month, Richero was in ruins.Guests from out of town will never come again, some accumulated souvenirs and specialties cannot be sold, and few people buy them even if they are sold out.

After the destruction of the city of wealth, the residents of Richero could not survive at all.

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

However, after getting familiar with the elegance of the Bantha nobles, getting familiar with the generous Titans, and getting familiar with the lively circuses and theater troupes that can bring laughter to children and adults, I returned to what a Karar person should do. When they were living, they found that they could no longer adapt at all.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

And the culprit of all this is Orlando.

How evil the people in the city of wealth are, the Richeros don't even want to know.They only know that it is because of the existence of those people that they can have enough food and give their children a better way out.Only when the city of wealth exists, Richero is the lively and busy Richero.

Now, a considerable number of Richeros curse Orlando every day, cursing him to die, and those who have lost their jobs and sources of income are the most vicious.

Because of Orlando, their family may not even be able to survive.

A large number of goods piled up, in this era of underdeveloped transportation, it means that the capital chain is directly stuck.And food has become the rarest thing.

If the snow in Caral was not so cold, at least one-third or even half of Richero's people would freeze to death this year.

"It's all the fault of that maggot-infested Orlando, otherwise, how could I do this kind of work... You're right, Joseph."

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

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

But Joseph ignored him and pursed his lips tightly.

"It's getting dark . . . His grandma, I don't want to do the damn job. Hey, Joseph, let's get something to bake. Like a chicken?"

"You go ahead. I'll watch."

"...Cut. I won't go by myself. This place is very gloomy."

The brown-haired young man's face 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 is a bit tired there and the food is not as good as here, but At least you don’t have to sleep guarding this grave at night... How about I talk to my uncle and ask him to get you there too? You are a blind man..."

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

But it was obviously too late.Joseph replied in a strong voice: "No. I like this job very much."

……nonsense.Who would love a job as a grave keeper.

But for a while, the young man couldn't find a new topic.

As a result, the atmosphere became awkward again, and Joseph even leaned directly on the tombstone, preparing to sleep.

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

Looking back, the young man realized that Joseph seemed to really care about this job.He guards this goal like a giant dragon guarding a treasure.Enthusiasm to an unusual degree.

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

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help feeling 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 won't, really...

He trembled and dared not look at Joseph again.

(End of this chapter)