"Let's wait and see."

As the time passed and I walked, I carefully noted the characteristics of the clothing of the four indigenous people I passed.

The robe, which reached to the ankles, was similar in style to the Kaftan robe, but its color and design were much simpler.

After observing each person, he was the last to enter the passage.

This is a very long path, with an oil lamp every few meters, providing fairly adequate light.

The interior wall has the same texture and color as the exterior wall. Although there are cracks, there are no signs of splicing.

Shi Jinzhe ran his fingernail along the wall, but found no cracks. It wasn't built with large stones; it was more like a path carved out of a single piece.

As they walked, they found that the road was getting wider and wider, so they changed to walking in groups of two or three abreast.

When time is up, the right hand plucks a flower, while the left hand scoops up a handful of air, completing the transformation of elements in a self-sufficient manner.

Several Kaftan robes appeared in his hand. He reminded them, "Those four people just said their clothes are different, so we need to change. Everyone, just put them on."

Shekh took the topmost purple robe with gold trim. There were two embroidered ribbons under the lace sleeves. She pulled them outwards, and the fabric gathered and cinched at the waist.

Shi Jinzhe tied a bow for her. "I didn't make it too complicated. It's just a little better than those four outside. Clothes are the most direct way to show one's status. Let's keep a low profile and not be too ostentatious."

Shekh expressed his understanding, saying, "It looks quite nice, I like it."

"If you like it, that's fine." Shi Jinzhe put on similar clothes to her, and the two of them straightened each other's clothes.

The other three also got dressed and offered to help check them out; the colors were different, but the styles were similar.

A white light soon appeared ahead, and they carefully made their way to the end.

Suddenly, their view opened up, revealing a colorful city with a unique, exotic atmosphere to the five of them.

Indigenous people dressed in colorful robes came and went: young girls holding flowers, young men leading girls, middle-aged women carrying wicker baskets, and strong men walking briskly.

Rough, pointed arch and dome-shaped buildings are everywhere, with slender, towering spires interspersed between them. Several narrow paths crisscross and connect this bustling and colorful city.

Shi Jin took a step forward and looked out at the white building at the far back of the city. It was a magnificent palace, standing on a sloping hill, overlooking the entire city.

[The faction with area code cA1782 has completed the mission to enter the capital city. The remaining forty players are requested to expedite the mission.]

“1782…? That’s us, isn’t it?” Pusheng asked uncertainly.

“It’s us.” Yan Ruoying looked up at the buildings, her feet twitching, her eyes almost dazzled by the sight.

Ji Hui calmed down considerably. "So in this instance, not all factions are in one city. We're in the capital city, and yesterday's was Cross City. This is a super-large instance."

Shi Jinzhe said, "The fact that they are not in the same city means that the clues available in each city are different, and the information is of varying importance, making it difficult to calculate the progress of this instance."

“The capital should be more important; we can find more there,” Shekh said, looking around and noticing subtle glances directed at him.

Someone is watching her.

She touched the ribbon on her eyes; it was rather conspicuous.

The capital city seemed harmonious; she didn't see any beggars, homeless people, or even anyone who looked unwell or had health problems.

So far, every indigenous person who has passed by her has been younger and more energetic than the four guarding outside the wall.

Everyone else is healthy, so her appearance here as a "blind person" seems a bit out of place.

"When the time comes, give me a scarf so I can cover my face."

A dark square piece of satin was handed over, and Shekh covered half of it on his head, leaving only the lower half of his face exposed.

The number of people staring at them gradually decreased, and they walked into the city. Only when they were sure they could understand the local language did they try to find out information.

Beside the neatly arranged fruit stall, Yan Ruoying stood quietly, looking at the fruit stall owner with a hesitant expression.

When someone looked at her from the opposite side, she would turn her head away pitifully. Once they stopped looking, she would stare intently at them.

He would scan the other person's face from their eyes to their mouth, then boldly glance at their chest, going back and forth until the other person blushed.

The young fruit vendor, unable to bear her staring, stammered, "Yes, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I...someone just bumped into me and I hit my head. I just thought you seemed like a good person. Could you help me find my brother?"

The young man brought her a small stool and asked with concern, "Which street were you hit on? What were the person wearing and what did they look like? And what's your brother's name?"

"I...I forgot. I don't even know my own name. I don't know anything about what you're saying."

Yan Ruoying sobbed softly, then turned her head to examine the fruit stall owner as if wiping away tears.

She showed concern, but her eyes didn't wander; she blushed, but didn't try to win him over.

For rational, normal people with no major mental issues, maintaining a quiet state where they can stop crying and communicate smoothly is the least likely to cause annoyance.

Yan Ruoying turned her head back: "Can you tell me what I should do now, where am I, how do I find my brother? Please, please help me."

At an inconspicuous alley corner, Pu Sheng covered his mouth and said, "She wasn't like this a couple of days ago. Why is she twisting and turning when she talks now? Is she itchy?"

"That might not be the case because it's unnecessary for you."

Shi Jinzhe leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. After hearing Shehe's retelling, he hesitated and said, "...You don't need to imitate her tone."

Shekh gave him a light kick, not understanding what was so similar.

"I didn't learn it."

"Okay, so you think it's necessary for me to say that."

"You're so annoying."

She turned to the side and got down to business. "Yan Ruoying described the road we came in through to him. The young man said the white wall is a protective wall, and residents are not allowed to leave the city without permission. The area we came to is the fifth district, where most of the residents are people with a little money."

Sher paused for a moment, cutting out the nonsense Yan Ruoying and the shop owner were saying, and extracting the useful information.

"The shop owner asked her if she was from out of town. He said there were nine cities here: the capital city, the cross city, the snowflake city, the frozen harbor, the new Ai city, the old capital city, the broken city, the high tooth mountain, the thorn land, and the westernmost dead city."

Each city has twenty-four districts, and each district is equivalent to a small city.

However, the last three cities are small and separated from the capital's control many years ago, leading to increasingly tense relations with the other six major cities.

She listened for a few more minutes, then frowned. "The fruit stall owner said not to go to the central area or the second and third districts, because those are places for the rich and powerful, and the management is very strict. If you are bullied by them, you won't get justice."

Pu Sheng curled his lip: "The class system is quite strict."

Shi Jin asked, "Are you talking about that white palace?"

"Yan Ruoying was guiding his answer."

Shekh waited half a minute before saying, "That's the Queen's message tower. Every city has one. You can't go in without permission; you'll be sentenced to death if caught."