A group of people arrived at the town of Nocturnal Ghosts, and it was Ainz who led the team as the gatekeeper. Maybe he was the one responsible for the day shift?
Wang Qi, Li Xiang and Elena's luggage were all carried by Bai Xiaojiao. Ainz actually cared about the Eight King Kongs and asked for someone to help them carry their luggage, but Wang Qi refused.
The flattery was not done well, so Ainz quickly took them to the so-called palace.
To put it bluntly, it is a stone house. It can be described in two words: sparse.
You won’t be staying here for a few days anyway, so there’s no need to be too particular about it.
The next day, I went to the Mother Temple to hold a ceremony. It was probably the only reliable building in the town. It was a large house made of pure stone, with a stone dome and a height of more than six meters. There was a stone inside. The statue made of female material almost reaches the roof.
The statue can still move, so it's obvious that she came first before the roof.
The ceremony was very simple, and there was no oath part. A group of guys who didn't know their positions stood in two rows. The astrologer took a branch and sprinkled water everywhere. He muttered something and put a crown on Wang Qi. That was it.
Wang Qi, who put on the crown, looked at the two rows of people below and said, "I don't know what I will face when I return to my ancestral land, but as long as you are willing to obey, I guarantee that the future will be better than the present. That's it, everyone returns. Position."
Returning to the sparse palace, Wang Qi began to have a headache.
The so-called ethnic group is really just a small town. Even the head guard like Ainz is eligible to participate in the crowning ceremony. There are only twenty officials from all walks of life. It feels like at least half of them are soy sauce.
"Wow! Your Majesty, is that gold?" Elena followed suit and changed her title.
Wang Qi curled his lips and took off the crown. The main body was indeed gold: "This craftsmanship is too bad. They don't seem to remember the knowledge in the wasteland."
Thirty years after the disaster, the people in charge in the wasteland are the second generation, and there is still a lot of knowledge and craftsmanship passed down from the first generation survivors.
Not every first-generation survivor can be a craftsman, but they live in the information age and are well-informed. At least they know what goals they should practice towards. For example, now that we know that the mortise and tenon structure of wood is strong and does not require nails, even if we don’t have much idea about mortise and tenon joints, we will use our free time to try something instead of forcibly going deep into dangerous areas to find supplies such as nails.
The second generation must learn something when growing up next to the first generation. At least the aesthetics cannot be too far away from human beings. Is it possible to create a crown with hollows that are as good as being gnawed by a dog?
"I've never seen a night ghost with horns on its head, maybe it's not from us?" Elena tried to find a reason.
"It doesn't matter where they come from. They are all taken to another world anyway." Wang Qi pointed to the crown. "With this skill, it is difficult to live a good life in the farming era. I will be very busy in the future."
"I brought a few books that maybe you can use?"
Elena is a thief. She knew she was going to a different world, so she deliberately brought a book with her, no matter how she got there. This thing is evidence that civilization has arrived there. I wonder what stories future generations will find when archeology finds it. It’s quite interesting to think about. .
"Let's see then. Without the ability to make paper, a few books are of limited use."
The city was quite chaotic in the days that followed, all caused by the eviction.
Wang Qi consulted with the former mayor and astrologer. There was no governance system in the city at all. The townspeople did not go to the officials when they lost something at home, but went directly to the thief's house to fight!
The only things that are relatively perfect are city defense and taxation. Although it is the same as nothing, at least the organization is somewhat reliable.
Including Ainz, there are a total of three city defense officers, totaling 153 people, who are stationed in two shifts. For example, group A will be transferred to group C after two day shifts, and then switch to night shift after one day off.
The main responsibility of these three city defense officers is to guard against the group of colored demon hunters who should be called sharp blades. They are directly responsible to the mayor, Wang Qi.
The tax department is responsible for the internal affairs, with a staff of about twenty people, half of whom are also armed personnel.
Nothing else!
"Where are the tax accounts?"
Former mayor Clement took Wang Qi to look at the accounts. Wang Qi almost couldn't help but chop off the guy's head on the spot.
The so-called accounts are actually hardened clay tablets. Those who have collected taxes write their names and draw a circle, and then the clay tablets are burned and stored together. The next spring, they are emptied and poured into the lake, and another round begins!
Facing the clay pieces piled with most of the supplies, Wang Qi took a deep breath: "Is there any currency? What do you use to pay taxes?"
"If you can't hand over cloth and food, then build the city wall."
This productivity cannot be expected at all, just think of people in the Stone Age.
Ignore this group of things and go back to wait for moving day.
Food was delivered to the palace every day. Wang Qi noticed that there were two sources, one was near the tax warehouse, and the other came from the current residence of the former mayor.
If this was according to his temper, it would be completely hopeless.
But to deal with Solaris, we still need to create a framework that can develop on its own.
A framework alone is not enough, productivity must also be developed. However, the development of productivity depends on the environment of another world, and there is not much preparation available now.
More than ten days passed quickly, and the holy statue by the lake had already turned into a white bridge.
Wang Qi took the lead, with the Eight King Kong guards on the left and right, followed by a group of officials, the city defense officer behind, and behind them were groups of night ghosts, with sharp swords even lining up outside the city.
To be honest, if it weren't for the faith that Solaris had established in these two groups, the relocation might have turned into a bloodshed.
After moving for more than ten kilometers on the White Bridge, we finally arrived at the so-called door.
This may be the most unusual part of the world.
The second half of the White Bridge is uphill, and the other world node is a black ball hanging dozens of meters above the normal level. It seems to affect gravity. As you approach it, you feel that your weight is getting lighter, but it has not returned. zero.
Taking a look at the back, it's difficult to stop the densely packed team, so don't hesitate.
Taking Li Xiang's hand, he stepped directly into the black ball boundary.
It's a bit weird to cross the "bridge". It feels like all the cells in the body are about to go out for an outing at any time. It's not to say tearing apart, but it's just a wonderful feeling.
The time lasted for a second or ten seconds, which seemed to have no meaning. When the eyes lit up again, the two of them were already on a colorful plain, facing the sea a few kilometers away, and the blue water had some pink reflections.
There is a huge celestial body hanging in the sky, taking up half of the sky. Most of the light is provided by it. It may be reflecting star light, or it may be emitting some light of its own. It is obviously a gaseous star, so is it a gaseous star satellite under your feet?
I immediately looked back and saw that there was no other black ball. The white horn solidified from the glowing state. Others appeared backwards in a fan-shaped circle, and it seemed that they would not land at the point where he was.
When the snow lion's figure condensed, Wang Qi was a little disappointed.
He was the last person Wang Qi arranged to enter the Eight Great Vajras, which meant that he actually had a chance to try to escape, and he could even bring a few more with him.
The Snow Lions are still too good at judging the situation. If they really lead people to escape, although they can kill some mutant night ghosts with their abilities, in terrain like White Bridge, they will either jump into the lake that is probably a clone of Solaris, or they will be beaten by a wheel. Forced to death.
If a few reform-through-labor prisoners can die, there will be no need to worry about them later.
Pity.
"The ground is so soft." Li wanted to hold his hand.
Wang Qi pressed his toes hard, and the colored plain felt a bit like a highly elastic artificial sponge. The colors of the entire plain would also flow, like a living thing... No, it should be said that it was a living thing.
"Solaris, let's meet."
Here He responded even faster: “Don’t you wait until the audience arrives?”
"...Why wait, they just need to be responsible and live their own lives."
"I think they want to watch and take a break first."
Before Solaris finished speaking, the ground around Wang Qi and others changed. Some tables, chairs and benches appeared. A parasol even grew in front of him and Li Xiang.
The color of these utensils also changes after deformation, and there is no flaw at all.
...It's weird and I don't know what to do.
Just take things as they come.
Wang Qi and Li Xiang sat down and played with their bears, then called others to sit down as well.
Except for him, Li Xiang, and those who were obviously underage in the crowd, the others looked more or less mixed with anticipation and fear. Many of them just knelt there. Anyway, the ground was soft, so they shouldn't be too tired.
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