"Griffith, where is this place? Who are they?"
The two walked through the chaotic crowd. Griffith's momentum was like crushing a garbage heap, scaring countless cockroaches into fleeing in all directions. Galadia was warmed by his body temperature and breath, and slowly returned from her daze.
"The underground world of Canaan, where these old maids seem to live."
"They are taking something strange!" Galadia found many lost vials on the ground. "Look, they are everywhere."
Griffith picked one up and sniffed it.
Dirazine, very low concentration of terrazine.
This magical mixture can effectively relieve pain and symptoms of various diseases, and even improve mental strength to a certain extent. Long-term use has a very small chance of creating an extraordinary person. However, it has serious addictive properties, and users who take it will have hallucinations and even seriously damage the body and will. It is a controlled narcotic agent.
The old maids gathered in this underground world are actually using this anesthetic in large quantities.
Not only that, there is also a light blue light mist lingering at the top of the sewer. The magic that supplies the entire city also permeates the air here.
"Let's find a way out. It should be nearby." Griffith held the elf's hand tightly.
Galadia struggled. But Griffith was very determined and didn't give her a chance to pull her hand back.
After passing through the maze-like tunnel, the air no longer smells so pure. A mixed smell of alcohol, sweat and other smells hit my face.
"There is actually a city here!" Galadia said in surprise.
The space here is more open. The stacked houses are built along stone steps and platforms, just like the kingdom built by the dwarves under the snow-capped mountains in the story. The boatman rowed his boat and wandered happily in the river in the sewer. Simple bridges were built in some important places.
Small shops here and there are distributing food, including white bread, jam, mashed potatoes, vegetable salad, bacon and apples, as well as some tea and drinks. Many elderly men and women lined up to take their share, not much. The people distributing them were dressed decently and did not make any statistics. It seemed that it didn't matter who wanted to take it or how many times they wanted to take it.
From the huts further down the street, a fragrance that is incompatible with the environment wafts. Groups of diners lined up, listening to the boss's shouting, and then found a seat in the space that was finally available to sit down, slurping down food such as vermicelli, short ribs, and chicken feet.
The masters here are no longer those old maids. Various humans walked around, and there were even elves walking among them. They found some human money transactions, and almost no one used Canaan's exquisite psychic crystals.
"I want a robe," Galadiala whispered as she pulled up her own skirt. The eyes of many passing men glanced at her long white legs.
Griffith casually bought a lavender robe from a nearby shop and put it on the elf, pulling up her hood. I have to say that although this is only a bargain for 5 silver dollars, Galadia still looks good wearing it.
He wrapped the girl in a thin dress with a burqa, and felt a little more at ease. Then, he was attracted by the fragrant fragrance around him. This smell goes straight into the soul like a long-lost old friend and is simply irresistible. Griffith felt extremely hungry, and all his taste buds were twitching violently.
Not long after the banquet started, the two of them slipped out and didn't have time to eat anything. Now I feel even more hungry when I smell this aroma.
"Let's go see what's being eaten there. Neither of us had a good dinner." Griffith said as he lifted the hem of his burqa and grabbed Galadia's hand.
Miss Elf was startled, but she didn't struggle this time and walked forward obediently as she was led by the hand.
Every restaurant here seems to be full, and diners waste no time and leave immediately after eating without any delay. If they didn't leave, the fierce-looking human boss and his wife would roar with kitchen knives.
Griffith suddenly found a restaurant where guests were leaving, and immediately pulled Galadia and squeezed in.
This store is also pretty shabby. From the store name to the menu, there are almost no complete text in a few places. But a very alluring aroma wafted from the kitchen, making it impossible to imagine that the shop was less than five meters away from a sewer river that exuded a faint odor.
"We're going to..." Griffith raised his head and tried to identify the menu, but he couldn't understand it and didn't recognize the names of the dishes. Galadia also joined in. But the menu was a mix of human, elvish, and dwarven, and it was saying something.
"Okay, okay," the boss lady, who was as strong as a mountain monster, waved her hand, "go and sit down over there. The little girl looks bad, beauty collagen pot, chicken feet, steamed pork ribs with black bean sauce, and baked prawns with plums. , two bowls of rice, go, go, don’t waste time.”
The two of them retreated obediently. As soon as they sat down at the table, the boss's wife yelled again: "Sit side by side, don't occupy the seats of four people."
Galadia jumped up as if her tail had been stepped on, sat down next to Griffith, put her hand in his and let him hold it.
The kitchen served the food very quickly, and several dishes were served in the blink of an eye. Galadia took a bite, her eyes immediately lit up, and she started eating with big mouthfuls. I don’t know what kind of poor animal was used to make the pork ribs here. The delicious and hot soup will splash out when you take one bite, making you want to eat a big mouthful of rice.
These are rare dishes in Beyeland. I don’t know who invented them or how they became popular.
The meat of the baked flower shrimp is juicy and fragrant. The plum, onion, garlic and shrimp juice are mixed together, which is really an endless aftertaste.
As for the Beauty Collagen Pot, it is absolutely speechless. It looks like thick soup, but in fact it is refreshing and sweet, without any artificial taste. When it rolls down the throat, it brings incomparable satisfaction and enrichment.
The disappointment and unhappiness that enveloped the two of them disappeared like smoke.
"It's so delicious!" Galadia praised, the depression just now disappeared, and her eyes looking at Griffith were filled with happiness.
Yes, it's very delicious, countless times better than the food in the distribution center. While the chocolate and yoghurt are good, the food that requires careful preparation shows a gap.
"I didn't know there was a place like this in Canaan," Galadia pointed to the top of her head, "This is a sewer, how can they endure it?"
"The first priority is to find an exit first. We can't let you disappear for too long." After eating and drinking, Griffith looked around, took the elf's hand and found a way out on a crowded slope.
"But, don't you think there's a big problem here? It's like a little kingdom in the closet." The elf hugged his arm tightly, fully adapted to being led around, and was no longer afraid of strangers. , the soft voice asked curiously, "Do you want to report them?"
There was a plump and elastic touch on his arm that made people fly. Griffith ignored her and just hoped that there was no end to this sewer.
The two walked past a food stall. There was an obvious human appearance behind the long table, but the half-elf with half-long pointed ears raised a bag of bread and apples and greeted them: "Hey, brother, would you like some apples?"
"Just eaten." Griffith smiled and shook his head.
"Do you want to get a room? Go inside." The stall owner glanced at the girl holding Griffith's arm, but did not see the pointed ears covered by the hood.
"Not only do you provide food, but also a place to stay?" Galadia asked curiously.
"The room costs money, but you can pay it by the hour," the stall owner said casually, "You can also pay it by half an hour!"
"It's such a flexible mechanism, very convenient for travelers," Galadia praised, grabbed Griffith and asked, "Let's go in and see how it is like living here! I'm very curious!"
Griffith almost choked on his own saliva, coughed violently, and dragged away the elf who wanted to go in and try.
"Hey, why did you just leave? Why don't you go in and take a look? I didn't even come..." the reluctant elf yelled, until she saw a man and woman hugging each other, kissing and walking into the darkness, and she was immediately startled. shocked.
Griffith glanced down and found that her cheeks were as red as a fire, and the steam was puffing out, almost setting her hood on fire.
"I, I want to report it!" Galadia, who was extremely embarrassed and humiliated, said angrily, "I want to report this filthy place."
"Um."
"You can't come to a place like this with others, no," Galadia covered her face, "Wait a minute, why did Griffith seem to know what it was for just now? Explain it quickly. Have you been with anyone!?"
"This is just an ordinary downtown area." Griffith, who was used to this situation and had already thought of a way to deal with it, immediately changed the topic with a topic.
Even if he says no at this time, the girl will probably pester him endlessly and deduct some points from him.
"It's just that the lower city of Canaan is really underground geographically," Griffith continued. "Those humans who sneaked into Canaan or had nowhere to go lived here and became undocumented residents of Canaan. ."
"Isn't this illegal?" the elf muttered, "and why are there so many stowaways? Our customs is not a sieve."
"In addition to the stowaways, there must be many mixed descendants of elves and humans," Griffith had an uncomfortable thought. "They cannot obtain the citizenship rights of Canaan, and they are unwilling to leave here. Canaan officials must be You know, I acquiesce to their existence, and have been generously supplying them with food, and there may be many other subsidies."
Galadia's expression became very serious. She wanted to express some opinions that she disagreed with, but she didn't know where to start.
"Although you have endless magic and inexhaustible food, not everything is endless," Griffith said.
"How is it possible!" The girl disagreed, "Everything in the Kingdom of God's Familiar is extremely rich, how could there be any shortage? Don't speculate on us from your human perspective."
"Manpower," Griffith said.
"what? What?"
Griffith waved his arms slightly: "It is impossible for familiars and magic puppets to handle all the work. The lines that transmit magic need to be maintained, strawberries and cotton need to be picked carefully, and the roads and bridges outside the city need to be repaired. Cooking without a chef No special food. The work of dressing you up, cleaning your room, and providing various services can't all be done by magic, familiars, and puppets, right?
"Since your supplies are unlimited, why should you, as elves, serve another group of elves? They can stop doing heavy and basic work and live a comfortable life in plenty, right?"
