Chapter 218 City
The Natalin people who left the Asachi Valley were temporarily settled in vacant shacks on the outskirts of the city. The environment was simple, but clean, and the sound of the waves could be clearly heard.
It was the first night the Natalin people had set foot on a strange land. The moon was enormous, almost terrifyingly bright. Even after days on the ship, Lamina tossed and turned in the hazy, bright light, unable to sleep. Her brother Lamda, on the other hand, was carefree, sprawled out in his sleep, snoring softly. Lamina couldn't help but glare at him, then stared blankly at the stain on the ceiling.
She had never expected that she would actually see an "acquaintance" from afar in this place called "Port Morris." Lamina could not understand what the people around her were saying, but they could still see the respect they showed to the young man.
Their God-favored One exchanged a few words with the black-haired young man, and their attitude was familiar. With her female intuition, she even felt it was quite intimate - then the gray eyes that she would never forget once she saw them looked in the direction of the Natalin people, and finally they all received shelter, some medicine, clean food and drinking water.
Not great, but definitely not terrible.
Port resources are in short supply now, and the one favored by God explained to them that these were all purchased on credit with the personal guarantee of that gentleman, and they would need to work on them later and pay them back at the market price.
This was easy for the Natalin people of the Asaqi Valley to understand, and no one objected. In fact, the fact that a strange city was willing to accept them and their dragons was enough to make the Natalin people feel grateful.
A black shadow suddenly passed by the window, and the female warrior jumped up alertly. The scimitar that had been hidden under the pillow flashed coldly in her hand.
The shadowy figure came over quietly and took her hand: "Lamina, it's me."
Lamina replaced the scimitar and glanced in her brother's direction. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him snoring non-stop. She lowered her voice and said to him, "Barca, why are you here looking for me so late at night?"
"I know you can't sleep, and I can't sleep either." The tall Natalin warrior smiled at her. Lamina glared at him with a red face, carefully avoided her brother's bed, and went out with the others.
After they quietly closed the door, the snoring from the other bed suddenly stopped. Lambda grumbled, turned over in the moonlight, and covered his head with the quilt in annoyance.
There was no one on the coast, and the waves gently washed the sand. Barcelona bravely pulled his sweetheart's fingers and gently pinched them in his palm, and his ears immediately turned red.
He pretended to be nonchalant: "The moon here seems to be no different from that in the valley."
“…Ah, yeah.”
Lamina opened her mouth dryly, only to find she had no idea what to say. Damn, was she supposed to say that tonight's dinner was much better than the roasted mara in the valley?
"Do you remember that man? Nova Brody." She thought for a moment and then changed the subject to something she had always cared about. "One of the outsiders rescued by the God's Blessed Ones. He was very smart and knew a lot. He even installed a dragon-proof net for the valley. You were still unconscious at the time, and the installation went smoothly. However, on the way back, he twisted his ankle and became the only injured person."
The hunting team members tried to hold back their laughter all the way, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud because of the people's expressions.
Barcelona: “…”
I don't want to hear the girl I love talking about another man when I'm on a date with her.
"He looks like the owner of this port." Lamina sighed, gazing at the moon. "I only knew he was a noble, but I never imagined he was such a wealthy noble."
It was completely invisible in the valley. Although this man was indeed a little weak, a little eccentric, and spoke a little harshly - he did not have the bad habits of those arrogant and annoying nobles in the stories of Naga Granny.
"When we first met, I put a knife to his neck," she couldn't help but sigh, "and now he has saved the lives of all the people in Natalin."
Basa thought for a moment and patted her shoulder: "Girl, you are the most powerful warrior in the tribe, and I am the most powerful dragon tamer in the tribe. Since they agreed to let us keep the dragon, there will always be a chance to repay them."
"Except, of course, for the Divinely Favored One." He solemnly touched his forehead with his fingertips. "He's not in the rankings. Otherwise, we'd be 'second most powerful,' which doesn't sound as good as 'most powerful.'"
"How can you praise yourself like that?" Lamina was amused by him and couldn't help but punched him on the shoulder.
But Lamina and Basa didn't expect that when the next day started, the first thing they did was not to work hard or train the dragon, but to go to school with a group of little kids from Port Morris.
“The public schools in Port Morris are just getting started, and you guys happened to catch up.”
The God's Favored One was acting as a temporary translator for the tribesmen. "This isn't a traditional church school. It's divided into day and night classes, three times a week, each half a day. In class, teachers will teach basic common language, literacy, arithmetic, and common sense. You can choose a time slot based on your needs. Children under ten and military personnel attend free of charge. Tuition for everyone else is also not expensive. If you're really short of money, you can earn money by working hours."
He looked seriously at the young people and children of the tribe: "The Natalin people must at least learn the common language first."
The professor overcame all objections and convinced everyone to finalize this seemingly non-urgent school plan. He even forced time out of his already busy schedule to ensure that he would come in person to teach one day every month in the future.
In order to save money, the teachers are temporarily literate members of the People's Democratic Party and students from Baita University who are willing to help. As for the students - it has only been a few days since the start of school, and many people are still waiting and watching.
The school was a converted two-story chapel left behind by fleeing priests. Standing at the school's entrance on the first floor, the blond youth was wrapped up tightly, with only his eyes visible. Even so, many people quickly recognized him as the Windrunner dragon rider. Soon, more and more people were passing by, many of them quietly hiding in corners to watch.
The children, however, had no such concerns. The few remaining children in the school were huddled together on the second-floor railing, pushing and shoving each other as they scrambled to see the legendary dragon rider. One child accidentally slipped and fell, screaming.
Amidst the exclamations from the surroundings, the cloaked dragon knight suddenly moved.
No one could see clearly what the other person was doing, but when the wind died down, the child was already sitting stupidly in the other person's arms, with his mouth wide open, ready to cry, and his dirty little face still had traces of frightened tears.
"Be careful."
The dragon knight seemed to smile at the man, put him down and turned away, leaving the child sniffing and standing there in a daze surrounded by his companions' chattering.
Soon, the rumor of a dragon knight appearing in the school spread rapidly among the children of Port Morris. The rumor became more and more outrageous, and eventually it even spawned multiple versions. There were stories about the dragon knight's dragon flapping its wings and causing a hurricane to blow everyone in the school away. There were also stories about the dragon knight setting up layers of tests and choosing a disciple from among the students.
Once again, no child on the continent of Ambrose could resist the allure of a dragon rider. Soon, children began to clamor and roll around on the floor, demanding to go to school. Their busy parents, after spanking them and finding that didn't work, simply sent their troublesome children there—after all, compared to the exorbitant tuition at church schools, this was free, so it was better not to go; learning a few more words was good.
The school unexpectedly filled up quickly, with quite a few even willing to pay extra to audit the course. The professor, who had assumed it would take several weeks to reach his goal, looked perplexed, especially after hearing the strange rumor.
——I never thought that someone’s dragon seems to be more useful than someone’s face.
This is a strange city.
After a period of painful study at school, Lamina couldn't help but think that amidst the absurdity and chaos, there was a vibrant energy she had never seen before. The current power wasn't held by the nobility, but by a "party" called the "People's Party." Made up of a group of slaves, it claimed to fight for the "oppressed" of the world and create a world for the proletariat.
Their army called themselves the "People's Army." Besides going to school, working, and doing daily training, they also participated in "public security management." This was supposedly because the city had laws prohibiting the existence of slaves, gangs, and prostitutes.
At first, almost every day, Lamina could see small conflicts breaking out on the streets: slave traders, thugs and brothels swearing and yelling, slaves with black blood marks on their foreheads, and disheveled prostitutes and their clients. In the end, most of them surrendered at gunpoint, or even at the muzzles of more guns, and squatted on the side of the road with their heads in their hands.
If there were tough, ruthless individuals, there would be someone specifically assigned to deal with them. Those in black were no ordinary people, and their actions were extremely ruthless. Every time they showed up, this blood-soaked street would quiet down for a while.
The reactions of local residents also changed from watching the show coldly and being indifferent to pointing fingers, cheering, and some even stepped forward to report it.
"Where will those prostitutes be taken?" Seeing the prostitutes being taken away by the People's Army with indifference, Lamina couldn't help but whisper in the common language to her new "classmate", a female worker in the local shipyard.
"First, treat their dirty illnesses." The other person curled his lips, looking extremely disdainful. "Treat those who are sick, and then help them find decent jobs after they're cured. Those people from the Limin Party are really worrying about nothing. Many whores will sneak back after being cured to continue making dirty money from their former patrons. They'd rather give me the money and medicine."
Lamina was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "But those people are really good people, aren't they?"
The other party turned his face away slightly: "...Who said it wasn't?"
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