The boundless wilderness and the clear sky.

The steam rail train, which is very rare in this era, puffed out black smoke and drove through the middle of the fields.

This was Xingke’s first impression of Troyes.

As a poor countryside in a war-torn country on the edge of the Mediterranean, poverty in Troyes is exceptional.

Except for the occasional truck transporting military supplies, everything here seems like time is still stuck in the last century.

But this is okay, as long as it is farther away from the train tracks, the air quality is comparable to that of a magical world without an industrial foundation.

The place Xingke wants to go is a city called [Sezi]. The name comes from the local language’s word [glass].

It is located on the edge of the canton of Troyes, and the canton of Troyes is also on the edge of the country, so in other words, the edge of the edge - the national border.

The national border of the country at war, Forgiveness Star couldn't find the coordinates there and sent it directly, so I had to send it from England to the location of Troyes, and then make another plan.

Fortunately, Xingke learned from an old farmer that the only railway route in Troyes had its terminal station near Seize. Once there, he only had to cross a mountain stone road to see the

Obviously, the city built in the middle of the lake-Sez.

After taking out the magic carpet, switch to automatic tracking mode. After that, all you have to do is eat and drink on the magic carpet.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Xingji could already see his destination with the naked eye——

A road paved with bricks and stones leads to the small island in the center of the lake. Every spare space on the island is filled with stone fortresses.

The architectural style is that of a simple and ancient European military fortress. It can be imagined that it was not a town at one time, but a front line of war.

Arriving at the gate of the fortress, Xingke abandoned transportation and chose to walk.

I took out the satellite phone from my pocket and dialed a number:

"Hey? What the hell are you going to do? Why do you have to travel so far to see you? And it's such a remote place..."

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"Wherever there is war, you are there? Are you the goddess of war? I think she is more like the goddess of revenge."

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"Holiday celebration? This is really leisurely. Aren't they at war?"

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"Fort? [Dawn Time Castle]? Okay...I saw it."

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"You still want me to walk there, you are really... okay, I'll just treat it as a trip."

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After hanging up the phone, Xingji walked into the interior of this huge castle as if he were visiting an old friend.

If you want to build more houses on limited land, three-dimensional construction is an indispensable method.

With layers of streets and houses built from bottom to top, this is a place with more steps than streets.

Maybe it’s because of different calculations? The lighting and air circulation are roughly equal to every household.

"Boy! Are you from outside?"

Above the head, an uncle held a glass of beer and paid tribute to Xingke who was climbing the steps.

"Oh! Come and take a look at the celebration here. And do some business on glass products by the way."

Xing Ji raised his head and replied.

"Be happy..."

After saying that, the uncle took a sip of beer and turned around, showing no intention of talking to Xingke again.

This is really relaxing. Is this really a war zone?

This uncle is not the only one who gathers in the street to drink in broad daylight. There are uncles and aunts on the street wearing national costumes that have no atmosphere of the 21st century, with smiles on their faces. There are even some young people who are not holding bottles of wine.

Bottle, just bite the snacks on the street.

Originally, Xing Ke wanted to get involved, but unfortunately, Xing Ke did not have the currency of this country, and had not even seen the currency of this country.

So I have to bite my fingers and suffer from hunger... How is this possible?

"Brother, do you accept US dollars here?"

"Huh? Brother, what are you talking about? Larry has long been devalued into useless paper. I have always accepted U.S. dollars here?"

The guy selling sugar cookies said this.

But it's not surprising at all. It's rare for this small country's currency system not to collapse during a real war.

As an area that has been plagued by wars all year round, this beautiful and strong country that has made war fortunes has put a lot of effort into promoting its own currency.

At the same time, Xing Ke doesn’t believe it at all if they say that they have no intention of [laying the foundation for future domination here].

Treasury bonds are settled in U.S. dollars, weapons transactions are settled in U.S. dollars... this is a game of chess.

Don’t you see? How many countries in Africa only accept the US dollar.

After finally finding a little bit of the atmosphere of war, Xingji took out a stack of brand-new green banknotes from his arms, which still shocked the sugar cookie man who was giving the change.

Finally, after confirming the authenticity several times, I sold the sugar cookies worth 10 cents each to Xing Ke.

"Boy, don't come here again! How do you ask me to make change for fifty dollars!"

Holding a large amount of change in his hand, Xingji silently thanked the little brother behind him.

However, who made Xing Ke think that it is easier to change change here than the aunt selling pancakes and the uncle selling fried cakes?

The fried cakes are filled with fish fillings, the sauce for the pancakes is made from unknown fruits, and the sugar cakes are quite satisfactory, not too sweet, which suits Xingke's taste...

Eating and walking.

Xingji came to a fountain located in the center of the square.

There was still some distance from the castle at the other end of the city, but Xingji thought it was better not to rush.

"Although I don't know what that guy's intentions are in this peaceful town, but asking her to wait also shows that I am the customer and I am God, isn't it?"

After taking the last bite of the grilled fish, Xingke felt that his mouth was a little dry, so he looked around to see where there was a place selling drinks.

"Beer, liquor, beer, fruit wine, fruit wine... Damn, it's all wine? What do you want a child to do? Where's the juice?"

Walking from one end of the square to the other are people buying wine. Is this town so rich?

The amount of wine can reflect the wealth of a place.

The development model here seems more and more strange to Xingke.

"Ah, I found it, juice..."

A group of children gathered at a small stall under the shade of a tree. Each child received a red drink from a large glass jar, which must be juice...

"Sister, I want a drink too."

Half a minute later, Xingji was sitting on a stone step, gathering with a group of children, sipping some kind of fruit juice drink that had a light sweetness but a very fragrant smell.
Chapter completed!