Outside the city gate were soldiers maintaining order. They held greatswords, but their faces were not as brave and determined as A-Jiang had imagined; instead, they were filled with panic.

Their already bad tempers flared even more, adding fuel to the fire in this already chaotic scene.

Everywhere was filled with roars, the cries of panicked people, and the sound of whipping cattle and horses.

Many people were leaving the city, and a few were entering. A-Jiang followed the flow of people in, and the soldiers didn't bother to check, so she blended in.

After all, in their view, who would infiltrate a city that is about to be destroyed?

In his previous life, Ajahn had never traveled abroad and had little knowledge of Western culture. His limited impressions came from photos he had seen on television or in magazines, as well as some royal gossip.

After arriving in this city, I found the exotic atmosphere, so different from the world of cultivation, to be truly breathtaking.

Unlike the descriptions of ancient Europe that Ajahn had read, there was no danger of falling excrement here.

The road is very wide, wide enough for four carriages to pass side by side, and there are sidewalks and drainage ditches on both sides.

The streets are lined with neat buildings, resembling the Western-style architecture seen in television magazines, with glass doors and windows that look clean and bright.

This place is very similar to modern Europe as seen on TV. She couldn't distinguish the era or architectural style; she just felt they were all very similar.

But one thing is certain: there is no electricity and no steam engine at present.

"How strange. I clearly transmigrated to the world of cultivation, but I didn't expect to encounter something like this."

Looking at the unique architecture in front of him, A Jiang couldn't help but think: If there had been no Opium War and the subsequent turmoil, and the Chinese people had been given time to develop on their own, what would China be like?

She's walking on the street now, and it feels somewhat familiar.

The roadside here has trees, streetlights, mailboxes, flower beds, and benches, but what it has most to offer is novelty.

The architecture here is unique, featuring granite Roman columns, iron railings entwined with flowering branches, round roofs, stained glass windows in churches, and various sculptures, a style completely different from that of Tianyu City.

However, there were neither noblewomen in heavy dresses nor cute common girls with braids walking on the street. People on the street walked hurriedly and looked anxious. Their clothes were mainly gray, white and black, and bright colors were rarely seen.

Ajahn arrived at a tavern with a wooden sign at the entrance that read: Old Billy's Tavern.

Taverns like the one in the novel are places where all sorts of people mingle, making it very easy to gather information.

The copper bell at the door jingled, announcing the arrival of guests.

A burly man looked up at the sound, and as Ah Jiang approached, he called out in a hoarse voice, "What would you like?"

Just like recognizing the words on the door, Ajahn had no language barrier here and said, "Give me a glass of wine."

She didn't know what kind of wine was here. It looked like a large glass with ice in it. She just sat down in a corner with the glass in her hand.

He swirled his wine glass while listening to the conversations around him.

The people around her were saying all sorts of things, some complaining, some cursing, it was so noisy that she could hardly hear any useful information, until another big man came in.

The burly man had a full beard, making his features almost indistinguishable, but his eyes were large and bright. He wore leather armor and carried a giant sword.

He said to the tavern owner, "Hey, old Bill, you're still here."

“Where are you going? My family has lived here for generations, I will never leave, even if it kills me.”

"Old Bill is such a stubborn man!"

“Anghol is the jewel of the empire. I don’t believe His Majesty and the Pope would abandon this place. Hasn’t the new dragon-slaying team been formed yet?”

"His Majesty and the Pope are certainly unwilling to give up this place, but the other side is a Red Dragon King, Bill, do you know? It's a giant dragon of the Dragon King level."

The big man looked bitter; Anglehol was a large city with a population of eight million.

Upon hearing this, A-Jiang had a hunch: the distant volcanic eruption might not be a natural phenomenon, but rather caused by that red dragon.

The burly man continued to explain the current situation: "The entire empire is now gathering warriors to form dragon-slaying teams. The Mage Guild, Assassin Guild, Knights' Hall, and even the Thieves' Guild have all issued bounties. Hundreds of bounty hunters have come from all over the country, but three months have passed, and that red dragon is still in the forest."

Old Bill's face was also full of pain. He heard countless bad news every day: "Carlo, is there not a single good news? Have those thieves who awakened the Red Dragon King been caught yet?"

Carlo shook his head and said, "The lava is getting closer, Bill... May the sun god protect us."

He couldn't continue speaking and could only pray to the gods.