"Where's the ID?"
"This is Sargon's certified identification."
"Name?"
"Mr. Four."
"From where?"
"Sargon Oasis Territory, the lord is Talat."
The clerk in charge of registration stared, because the man in front of him always wore a mask and refused to take it off. What was even more exaggerated was his identification.
It can't be said to be fake, because the stamp is real, and ordinary people have no way to get genuine high-end goods, but there is no relevant record of the oasis territory in Iberia's files.
Could it be that the Lord of Talaat only recently obtained his fiefdom?
Assume that all this is true, but you have been wearing a mask, how can people not be suspicious?
Zhou Jinru, who was waiting patiently for registration, said seriously: "My face is injured. You don't want to see it. For the sake of your lunch today, it's best not to look at it."
It doesn't sound like a lie.
The clerk hesitated again and again, but decided not to read. He had worked here for several years and had seen all kinds of weirdos. If he was curious about everything, he might not be alive today.
"By the way, sir, where are you going?"
Zhou Jinru held a map in his hand, pointed to the place names on it and said: "A coastal city in Iberia that is under construction does not have a name yet. I heard that plans have been solicited from citizens."
The secretary took a look and understood. No wonder he wanted to go there. The coastal city was unprecedentedly prosperous, with many opportunities and huge profits. It seemed that he was another gold digger.
For Iberia, gold diggers do not mean that they can actually find gold, but generally refer to those who pursue opportunities in order to change their destiny.
"One more thing, where can I find a bus to that coastal city?"
"When you exit the door, turn right and look for the truck going there. As long as you are willing to pay the fare, someone will take you there. Next one."
Zhou Jinru walked out of the security checkpoint under the watchful eyes of several guards. He suspected that as long as the clerk pressed the bell, someone would rush in and arrest him.
Iberia is a country that is not very powerful. It is about the same as its neighboring country Sargon. It is far different from Victoria and Gaul who are wrestling with each other on the table, so no one pays much attention to it.
Especially its proximity to the sea.
In this era, the sea was not a good place. There were very few ships going out to sea, let alone the development of maritime trade.
There is no other reason, it is simple, because there are monsters in the sea that can eat people.
This alone is enough to scare away people who want to get involved in related industries.
Zhou Jinru's purpose of coming here is also very clear, because during the era when he was active, Iberia has jumped from a simple and shabby fishing village to a powerful country that is competing for hegemony. Even Victoria is quite afraid of it.
He wanted to understand what made this country fly up a branch and become a phoenix overnight.
Before the defender completely recovers, the most important thing he lacks is time.
As he enters history through the pen of memory, his own time has stopped. In other words, he will not grow old as time passes before returning to the normal time node.
Behind the security checkpoint, one carriage after another loaded with goods was ready to go. There were construction materials, daily necessities, fruits and vegetables. The traffic was busy and it was very lively.
Zhou Jinru asked around and found that the convoy to the coastal city had already set off. He arrived late and had to wait until tomorrow to leave.
Just when he was about to give up and find a place to rest and wait for another ride tomorrow, someone suddenly called him from behind.
"Sir, do you want to go to the coastal city?"
Zhou Jinru turned around and found a man with a beard, wearing a water-stained apron and dark green rubber shoes. He smelled like a fish seller.
"There are no convoys going today. If you want to promote booking a ride, I don't need it."
Along the way, he had met many enthusiastic "good people" who offered him rides at various prices. Their words were so simple that they told him straightforwardly that as long as he paid in advance, he would definitely get a ride tomorrow.
Isn’t this a lie...
Could it be that he looks a lot like Kaizi and can be easily deceived?
With such a big mask, even the clerk at the security checkpoint almost called the security guard. Why aren't you afraid?
The bearded man shook his head, clasped his hands, and said sincerely: "No, sir, I'm not here to sell. They are liars, but I am not."
"Then what do you mean..."
"I have a carriage and I am going to the coastal city today. If you are in a hurry, you can take my carriage. We can discuss the fare."
Not a lie.
Zhou Jinru discovered that this man was telling the truth, that is to say, he was here to promote business.
In a pinch?
He looked at the beard again. He was about 170 centimeters tall, which was short among Iberian men;
The skin color is dark, probably from the sun, and there are obvious sun marks on the neck;
There are bloodshot eyes, you haven't slept well, or you have to work early in the morning and late at night;
The apron is old, but relatively clean, with few stains and obviously washed frequently;
The rubber shoes were badly worn and had been worn for a long time. Most of the man's work involved walking back and forth.
Fishmonger?
"gentlemen?"
The bearded man asked cautiously.
Uneasily, he smoothed the wrinkles on his apron with his hands, trying to look neat.
"Well, since you have a carriage, when do you leave?"
Zhou Jinru finally decided to follow this car.
First of all, he didn't want to stay any longer at the crowded security checkpoint. Staying for one night was obviously going to get him ripped off, and many people looked at him like he was looking at meat on a chopping board;
Secondly, the financial situation of the man in front of me must be very bad, otherwise he would not come here to solicit customers, and would still use a fish carriage. Judging from his expression, he must have been rejected many times.
Now there are two ways in front of Zhou Jinru, either to be slaughtered by the merchants at the security checkpoint, or to be slaughtered by the fishmongers.
"you are married?"
Zhou Jinru noticed the ring on the ring finger of the bearded right hand.
The bearded man walked in front and nodded: "Yes, sir, I am the father of two children. You can call me Carlod. People who know me call me my nickname, Fish-Eye Carlod."
Carlo Rod led Zhou Jinru to the place where the carriage was parked. Two packhorses were pulling the carriage. There were several barrels of fish in the open carriage. From a distance, a strong fishy smell hit his face.
"The smell is indeed a bit strong, but we have wind on the road, so it will be better."
Carloder said awkwardly.
He also knew that it would easily scare away customers.
But Zhou Jinru was a man who could make do with it. He turned over and climbed onto the pedal and whispered: "Okay, don't worry too much about this. Let's go. We hope to reach the coastal city before evening."
Carlos opened his mouth, wondering: "Maybe we won't arrive in the evening."
