December 14th.
Last night, Aknaiz received its first snowfall of the year.
After asking for directions to the cat girl who was on the morning shift, Peter tightened his cloak and walked towards the bus stop nearest the Adventurer's House.
The first day after snow.
Birds stood on the branches, the snow was shaken off, and the rising sun reflected the sea level red, spreading the morning light on the shoulders of people who got up early to go to work. Citizens yawned sleepily, carrying bread or sandwiches, steaming hot coffee, and rushed towards life in a hurry.
The snow on the road had been piled aside by cleaning workers in the early morning. The clean road once again refreshed Peter's understanding of the development level of the countries in the Southern Continent.
The magic-assisted steam rail train runs through various stations in the city. Peter plans to take the train to the Adventurer's Guild at the other end of the city to purchase crystal balls and some other items.
Each bus and train station is painted with an entire city map, and the location of the station is marked with eye-catching red dots, which can be clearly understood even if you are illiterate.
There were not many people waiting for the bus at the site.
After all, they are not buses on Earth. The trains here are all operated by private companies and they need to recoup their costs.
Ordinary people cannot afford to commute by train, so they often choose it only when traveling far away.
After all, rail trains are cheaper than chocobos traveling long distances.
The track lines in the outer city are not dense, and there are only stations set up between a few important landmarks, and the Adventurer's Guild is one of them.
In comparison, the lines in the inner city were much denser, so he studied them with interest.
When he was in the Northern Continent country, he had only seen rail trains in the royal capital, and the frequency of operation and the length of the lines were completely incomparable to Aknais.
Of course, even Aknaiz can't compare with the convenience of public transportation in his hometown. The train runs every hour and a half and does not enter the station on time. If it is full when it enters the station, it will not stop. You wait for the next one to go, whether you want to sit or not.
The time came to nine o'clock, and the train finally arrived at the station.
The heavy-industrial steam locomotive and the rails create brilliant sparks, the chimneys spit out steam, and the train driver sticks his head out of the cab and rings the bell that symbolizes the train's arrival at the station.
There are five carriages in total, and you can sit wherever you like. Peter chose a relatively clean seat. There were not many people taking the train in the morning, they were all middle-aged people carrying large and small bags.
Five minutes after the train stopped at the station, the bell rang again and the train departed.
A flight attendant in his 70s or 80s walked slowly over to check the ticket. The ticket was bought in advance when entering the station. It cost two silver coins and four pence at the Adventurer's Guild Station. After checking the ticket, the old steward picked up the scissors and cut off two pieces. One-half of the ticket stub is used, and the other half is cut off for verification when leaving the station.
Peter leaned against the window and admired the scenery.
The street scene of Aknaits whizzes by outside the window. This is a very novel experience, as if you are in London in the second half of the 19th century, and there is something different about it.
Magical hubs that transport magic power stand in the city like iron towers. As the train goes deeper into the hinterland of the city, the buildings become more and more dense. When passing a market in Xiacheng District, the train drove directly into it.
Seeing the steam coming from the train, the vendors cleared the goods on the tracks. From above, it looked like a zipper had been opened, freeing up the track for the train.
When the train passes by, the zipper is closed again, the crowds of people leave and return, and the track turns back into a bustling market street.
When the train passed the third station, a gentle man with glasses got on the train. After finding that the seats were all occupied, he sat opposite Peter.
After only a fleeting glance, Peter was no longer curious.
'A magician...'
He is tall, well-groomed, with slightly curly brown hair hanging on the back of his head, and has a classic Caucasian white appearance.
The man's left hand wore a thick bone ring engraved with inscriptions. It was this ring that triggered Peter's speculation.
The bone ring is of the same type as Peter's defense ring, but it is obvious that the one he has is much higher quality than the one Peter bought from the auction house. One ring is probably worth five of his.
The magicians in this world are a combination of high-level intellectuals and capitalists, and they can't do anything with less than one.
They both got off the bus at the Adventurer's Guild Station and happened to walk together for a while.
The man walked into the guild gate, and Peter turned left, heading to the magic shop introduced by the coachman.
The Adventurer's Guild building is like a huge white sail. Twelve groups of white lattice glazed porcelain shell structures like dragon scales are stacked layer by layer to form the main body of the building. The joints are connected by glass, and steel cables connect the shell structure to the highest keel-shaped sail, which is extraordinary.
Such a building, even if placed in any city on the earth, can become an internet celebrity check-in point.
There are so many architects in this world. After all, if you don’t have a mobile phone, you can only do art. You can’t enjoy the achievements brought by painting during your lifetime. Music and opera are toys for the rich, but architecture is different.
Both refined and popular people appreciate it. If you build it well, you will become famous, but if you don't build it well, there will be young models in the engineering club. After all, engaging in civil engineering in any world is a quick way to get rich.
Behind the Adventurer's Guild is a large park. Through the park is Peter's destination, the Adventurer's Market.
The park records the glorious history of the Aknaits adventurers. After all, a brave man once appeared here. The silver sculpture of the second brave man is erected on the fountain in the center of the park.
Peter looked up and saw a brave man riding a horse and holding a sword, looking very heroic.
There are also portraits of various members of the brave team around the park. They are all beautiful women. Those who didn't know it thought they had entered the Louvre.
If the real thing is accurate to the picture, the Second Brave Man is indeed so cool that it makes people jealous.
Under the sculptures and carefully cut precious green plants, there is also an adventurer lying.
They made beds on the floor and slept in the park in the cold weather. There were chairs to sleep on, but no chairs to sleep on the grass. They all looked like they were high on drugs, with listless spirits and haggard faces.
Peter was not surprised. He had been here for three years and he knew what a so-called adventurer was.
It is completely different from the stereotype given by other world dramas.
To put it bluntly, they are the 100% pure-blood street sluts from the unemployed Internet cafe master American Ni Ge, a social instability factor. They are a magical group that combines all the traits that people hate and hate dogs, and takes the dross and discards the essence.
Ninety-five percent of adventurers are low-level people below the Silver level. This group of people has little fighting ability. They can't take on dangerous tasks, and they don't have the brains for complicated tasks. They can only work as security guards or look for things every day. A part-time worker, the money he earns is either used for prostitution or lost. His main job is to survive today without worrying about the future.
After all, this world is not an earth with highly developed productivity. Under the feudal and backward monarchy, every country has a large number of such people. They are unwilling to work honestly and have high ambitions and low abilities. However, it is impossible not to resettle them, so they all are recruited to become adventurers. At least I can get some work and not starve to death.
This also led to the adventurer being almost linked to the rogue, without any romance at all.
Peter remembered that there was no adventurer profession in the game. In the dark age in the game, adventurer was a title that symbolized honor, used to praise those brave men who stepped into the dark wasteland for the continuation of mankind.
He already has some vague guesses about today's civilization, but there is still a lack of evidence. Learning history must be put on the agenda.
