My Magic Age

"You have to think about how to live in the future. Since we have survived this great disaster, there is no reason to give up the right to live because of the current predicament!" the beast female warrior said firmly. She looked at her little daughter with a trace of emotion in her eyes. With a loving look, she gently touched the girl's forehead with her hand. The girl was chewing a piece of fragrant wheat cake hard, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead and the tip of her nose. She became very quiet while eating, and was a very obedient person. little girl.

The beast warrior continued: "I brought them here from the wasteland, but I have no ability to make them live a better life. Some people will still starve because there is no food, and some people will be sick and have no money to treat them. Even in Mount Antias Orcs are not allowed to enter the temple over there.”

The beast female warrior glanced in the direction of the temple, her big black eyes filled with disappointment.

I think the priests in the temple will definitely not give any help to the orcs. They believe in the Statue of Liberty, and these orcs only believe in their own ancestors. They have different beliefs. It is impossible for the priests to give holy water to these pagans. . The beast warrior probably didn't understand the source of the problem. She simply thought that the priests in the temple also rejected orcs. In fact, the most fundamental reason was that they had different beliefs.

She already has some leadership temperament in her body. She continued: "Although this place is very rich, it is for humans. The people here are very repulsive to orcs. It is difficult for orcs living here to find a job, even if they are doing hard labor. No one hires orcs. Although we are more powerful than humans and we are more dedicated to our duties, no one wants to believe us. They would rather let those golden apples rot on the trees than use our people to help them pick them. "

Of course I won't use you to pick golden apples. The people of El City regard the method of brewing golden cider as their most important wealth. How could they show it to the orcs so easily!

There was a look of nostalgia and longing in her eyes, and I seemed to see the snow-capped snow mountain of the beast god in her eyes.

She sighed and said, "We have lived here for five years, but we still have not been able to change the people here's prejudice against us. Instead, there have been more and more conflicts. Many of our companions have begun to miss the Pai Plateau. Everyone thinks that even if they die, We should die on our home soil, so that we can at least listen to the wind on the Pai Plateau. Perhaps we are more suitable to live a semi-nomadic and semi-hunting life in the wilderness."

In fact, I also think that the Pai Plateau is more suitable for orcs to live. There are countless buffalo herds there, which is simply a paradise for orcs.

"Since you chose to go home, why do you still show up here?" I asked puzzledly.

At this time, I heard her stomach growling and handed her a piece of golden wheat cake. Seeing her hesitation, I knew that she was thinking of those compatriots who were still hungry, so I handed her a piece of golden wheat cake. Reassuring her: "I allow you to bring the leftover food to your compatriots, but you must eat before that."

She picked up a piece of wheat biscuit and took a bite. After swallowing it hard, she said to me: "I just want to raise some travel expenses. I can still remember the way home very clearly. There were almost no traces on that mountaineering journey." There was nothing to eat, so we had to bring enough food to get through there!”

"So you chose to sell yourself in exchange for some travel expenses home?" At this moment, I could finally understand what the beast female warrior was thinking. No wonder the slave auction house did not impose any restrictions on her, and even The most basic collar around her neck was not prepared. It seemed that she would not run away. The person who wanted to sell her was actually herself. She wanted to use those gold coins as travel expenses home and sell those who were in trouble. The orcs were safely returned to the Pai Plateau.

The beast warrior nodded helplessly, acquiescing to my entire ridiculous statement,

I feel that sometimes, the heavy burden on one's shoulders can overwhelm a person. As the leader of this orc team, the Beast Warrior has always been used to putting all the problems on her shoulders. I don't think so. I thought that she was finally forced by life and had no choice but to sell herself and her daughter!

The meal was a bit dull. Only the half-orc girl ate happily. When she tasted the first mouthful of sweet milk, the rich expressions in her eyes were like the gorgeous fireworks in the night. They were full of food. The sweet smile on her face was filled with surprise and she was even reluctant to finish the drink in one gulp. The large bowl of milk was divided into several mouthfuls, and she tasted the delicious food bit by bit. She nibbled the remaining half of the wheat cake in her hand neatly, probably wanting to keep the remaining half, but she couldn't resist the wheat cake. The temptation of wheat cakes always makes me want to take a bite, so that the fracture of the remaining half of the wheat cake will be filled with fine teeth marks.

I sighed in my heart, thinking that Fanny had asked me to drink this kind of milk with a strong smell before, but I refused in every possible way because of the strong smell of the milk. Seeing the appearance of the little orc girl, I realized that I had been living a life of plenty of food and clothing. The happy days were slowly slipping away from my fingers, but I didn't care at all.

Bobby even carefully ordered some fruits and smoked fish for the elf slave girl alone. At this time, I realized that the elves did not seem to like eating cereals and meat. The elves preferred to eat fruits and fish. The elf slave girl had always Sitting quietly in the corner, if not half The orc girl glanced at the remaining half of the smoked fish. I almost forgot about her existence. When she was eating, she was very elegant and hardly made any sound. She only exposed a part of her cloak. The white lotus root-like arm held a plum and chewed it carefully.

The natural hatred between elves and orcs has not changed at all since they became slaves. I found that the distance between the orc female warrior and the elf slave girl was the farthest at the entire dinner table. The two people never made any eye contact. No, they never touch each other's food.

At this time, the waiter outside the door opened the curtain and walked in. He was holding a huge casserole in his hand. I remember that when we were in the caravan, Kuz and I had a casserole like this, and it was the most delicious stew in it.

That familiar fragrance floated to my side, and I smelled it carefully with my nose.

I blurted out, surprised: "Guinea pig meat stewed with vermicelli?"

In the past few years, I haven’t found a place selling vermicelli in El City. I thought that since the tin canned luncheon meat has appeared on people’s tables, there is no reason why the highly praised vermicelli cannot appear, unless it is in the warehouse. The method of making vermicelli is now hidden, but the strategic policy of exchanging sweet potatoes for food was formulated by Kuz and I from the very beginning. This is of vital benefit to the development of the orc tribe.

"Did you know this is called vermicelli?" Bobby looked at me in surprise and said.

I nodded, with a strange expression in my eyes, but I couldn't tell him that I actually invented the vermicelli.

Or I can tell him quietly that vermicelli is actually made from sweet potatoes that even slaves don’t like to eat? No, it's simply impossible.

"This dish is very delicious. Apart from here, there is no other big restaurant in El City that can make this dish. It has become popular in the entire Shloit province recently and has been out of stock. Only As a small border town like Ayr City, our information lags behind, so we don’t understand its deliciousness..."

Bobby started showing off to me his unique insights into ‘Guinea Pig Stewed Vermicelli’…

...beautiful dividing line...

This is the slum area outside the moat of El City. Some homeless people and poor people who have no money to buy a house in the city gather to live here. Because this is a slum area, no tax officials come here to collect taxes. , with the help of this convenient condition, many thoughtful businessmen gradually Single factories and workshops are all built here. There is no need to pay high taxes here, and the land is very cheap. You only need to simply circle the place with a wooden fence, and then take the map you sketched in your hand and go to the city hall to sign up. Remember, after paying a certain fee, the preliminary land lease agreement is completed.

The cheapest hard labor can be found outside the city of El. The slums here are home to a large number of refugees who came from the outer suburbs of the city. This spring, the barbarians on the ice and snow tundra wreaked havoc outside the city of El. For nearly a month, they drove the scattered residents outside the city to the foot of the city of Ayr.

There is plenty of cheap labor here waiting to be hired by various workshop owners. There is not a single decent street here, and low shacks are built on the banks of the moat. I am even worried that these are made of simple branches and thatch. The erected houses are likely to be blown down by a strong wind. Here you can see some children who cannot afford to wear clothes. They are as black as coal after being burned by the vicious sun, but they are still willing to play in the sun.

Some wanderers with sallow faces and skinny muscles were lying motionless in the shacks. The best way to delay hunger was to lie down quietly. It would be better if they could fall asleep.

There was a lot of hot steam coming out of the slaughterhouse not far away, and light red blood was constantly flowing from the drainage ditch into the moat. Carloads of beef cattle and pigs were driven into the slaughterhouse by traders, and there was constant sound coming from inside. The roar of a pig, the kind of roar that breaks out at the last moment, is really unpleasant to hear.

Next to the slaughterhouse is a large leather-making workshop. There is a large area on the left side of the workshop surrounded by wooden fences. There are rows of neat wooden shelves inside, and some cooked animal skins are dried on them. , almost the entire drying yard has been covered with various kinds of leathers. It seems that this leather workshop is very busy. Almost everyone inside is trotting when walking.

Everyone cherishes their work very much. If you are just a little slow here, you will be fired by the boss of the workshop. There are a large number of people outside the workshop who want to find a job.

Especially in this midsummer, the weather is sultry and almost on the verge of catching fire. The air here is mixed with all kinds of unpleasant smells, and the streets are very dirty. The expression of the elf slave girl who is following me obediently has turned pale at this moment. She was extremely pale. She was staring at the street filled with all kinds of garbage and feces. Her whole body was trembling slightly. She was trying her best to control herself, but I still noticed something strange about her. For the elves who always like to be clean, this place is no different from hell. Her face is covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat. In such a hot day, she is covered with an airtight cloak, which is not hot. Strange.

At this time, I remembered that the magic cloak on the elf slave girl was almost empty, not even a pair of boots.

I signaled her and the beast warrior to wait for me, and then avoided the dirty garbage on the street and ran directly to the door of the leather workshop. There were some goods on a shelf outside the door. Although the workmanship looked very rough, they looked genuine. A pair of calfskin boots was sold for only seventy-five copper coins. I forgot to buy a set of clothes for this elf when I left the city. This leather workshop actually has simple tight leather armor, which is also a cool summer style. It looks good and the price is extremely reasonable.

I walked back with a pair of women's calfskin boots in my hand, a sleeveless soft leather vest and tight six-point pants in my other hand, and took the elf slave girl through the low shack to the river bank beside the moat, indicating that she could wash her feet in the river water and then put on new boots. She looked at me with gratitude in her beautiful big eyes. She gently said something in Elvish to me, but I was only half-baked in Elvish and could only understand some ancient Elvish spells. I couldn't understand the language of the elf slave girl, which was like singing.

I have always been concerned about the life and past of the beast warrior, but I ignored this elf girl. In fact, I didn't know how to place her for a while. I couldn't just take her home like this. If I did that, I didn't know how Fanny and Tracy would look at me.

The beastwoman pointed to the charcoal hill not far away, indicating that their temporary shack was behind the charcoal yard. I had no intention of waiting for the elf slave girl here, so I signaled her to change her clothes and follow me. I didn't even care that the collar on her neck hadn't been engraved with my name yet, and I led the beastwoman warrior to the charcoal yard.

This is already the outermost part of the slum. At the outermost part of the piles of charcoal, there is a neat black wall of coke standing in front of me. Several bare-chested laborers are waving their arms to load neat pieces of "honeycomb coal" onto the railcars that transport coke. The minecarts loaded with coke are constantly being pulled away by the laborers.

More than half of the residents in the entire El City area like to use the high-quality and cheap charcoal from the charcoal yard here.

This is the first time I have seen these uniformly shaped ‘honeycomb coals’ here. Without looking carefully, I know that this kind of coke is transported from the Orc Tribe. I don’t know when the trade between the Orc Tribe and the Green Empire has become so close that Kuz’s coke business has spread here.

This kind of coke is much more durable than the charcoal in Ziqing Mountain City. A cylindrical ‘honeycomb coal’ can probably burn continuously for a day and a half.

This kind of ‘honeycomb coal’ is very familiar to me. It is made by grinding the zombie limbs and remnants after boiling corpse oil into fine powder, mixing some clay and coal powder, and pressing it with a mold. This thing can only be produced in Drowning Pond. I didn’t expect that some of my jokes and simple assumptions at the beginning would be made into such a big business by Kuz in just a few years. There are traces of it even in a small border town like El City...