He was bearded and wore a suspender shirt that was common among craftsmen. The burly man held a hammer in his left hand and a spear in his right hand. The tip of the spear was placed on the forging table in front of him, making a forging look.

His face was firm and vaguely contemplated, as if he was thinking about how to do the best work he had at hand.

This is the statue that Donald saw at first sight when he walked out of Corta Railway Station, standing between the flower beds in the center of the main road at the exit of the station.

"It is said that this is the incarnation of the God of Craftsman. This statue is placed here to let everyone who comes to Corta know the religious beliefs here?"

Anthony was also looking at the sculpture, and there was an introduction to the city of Corta in the public bookshelf on the train.

"It should be, just like when we first arrived in Delchimo, we saw the sun emblem on the street lights... But the appearance of this city is really beyond my imagination."

The initial impression of craftsmanship and forging in Donald's mind was naturally a delicate and elegant city, such as a wide street paved with square bluestone slabs, with small sculptures of birds and beasts at the corners, Gothic tower structures, and a carved bell tower outside.

However, reality is always very different from imagination.

Due to the heavy snow and gloomy sky, Donald saw a barely modern industrial city. Looking around, there were large chimneys and large factories below. Black smoke and fire became the main tone here. The air had a strange smell like sulfur or other industrial raw materials. The faces of the pedestrians were covered with a gray mask.

Negative emotions such as fatigue and dullness almost appeared on everyone's faces. This state makes everyone look very cold, and this indifference creates a special atmosphere around it, just like an ordinary person walking into a wet and rotten wooden house. Even if he can see through everything here at a glance, he will still start to worry about whether there is a monster hidden in a corner...

"I don't like it here. Whether it's Delchimo or Beluye, it's much better than here."

As a woman, Stephanie is undoubtedly emotional. Such a scene naturally cannot arouse any favors from her. She turned around and found her mechanical mask from the cart she just bought, barely separating some dirty air.

"But this is the richest of the cities in Wesling County, and the richest people are said to be born here as the sum of other cities around."

Anthony held the magazine in one hand and a pear in the other hand under his nose, relying on this method to prevent his olfactory system, which is a top chef, from being polluted by the air here.

"I will send Mr. Priest to the church here first, and then I will ask the pastor of the Crafts and Forging Denomination to introduce me to a craftsman. At 8 am tomorrow morning, we will meet in the mermaid fountain in the city of Corta."

Jacqueline walked out of the station a few steps and said.

“Mermaid fountain?”

It's already evening, and it's going to be night in a while. Donald and his group are still looking for a place to stay, so he is not against finding craftsmen tomorrow. But he doesn't know where this mermaid fountain is.

"Sorry, are you right to visit Corta for the first time? The Mermaid Fountain is located in the Central Park of Corta, and is very famous in the local building and can be found easily."

Noting the embarrassed look on Donald's face, Jacqueline quickly added.

After making an appointment, the two groups of people will naturally go their own way.

When he walked into Corta, Donald thought that the city's environment would improve them. After all, Anthony said that the city's wealth level should be beyond the other surrounding cities, but reality once again disappointed Donald.

This is a complete industrial city!

Every part of the city is like the standard products produced from assembly lines. If only one or two pieces are used, it may make people feel a neat beauty, but if there are such things everywhere, this cold line and unmaneous structure are really hard to see.

The crowds coming and going were even more depressed than they had seen at the train station before. Most of them had their shoulders blankly, and their bodies were covered in fatigue.

The so-called wealth only refers to the upper class represented by factory owners.

"No wonder the number of rich people is more than the sum of other cities. It turns out that the wealth of civilians is concentrated on those people..."

Donald's eyes circulated on the people passing by, and few people showed a happy expression on their faces. This was not like the performance that people living in a wealthy city should have.

Of course, this city is not completely useless. At least Donald and others walked into a restaurant with pretty good storefronts and could feel the heat emitted by the heater. The lights in the store were quite bright, and the vague aroma of food floated out of the kitchen.

"The menu here is so strange. The price of vegetables is almost the same as meat..."

Stephanie pointed to several dishes on the menu and looked at the waiter next to her in confusion.

"Because our vegetables are scarce ingredients, the prices may increase a little, but we are absolutely confident about the taste."

The waiter was holding a pen and paper in his hand, and explained helplessly on his face.

In the end, Donald and his group ordered a vegetable soup in addition to the staple food, which also attracted the attention of many guests nearby.

This is a privilege that only rich people have.

"When the space ring is finished, we will leave the city. This environment is not as good as the wilderness."

Looking at the snow scene outside the store, the snowflakes that should have been pure and beautiful now look a bit filthy. Perhaps it was because of the black smoke removed from the chimneys that had passed through the chimneys that would have appeared. No matter what, Donald expressed concern about the air quality here. If it weren't for the space ring, he would even plan to leave early tomorrow morning.

Dingling ~

The bell at the door swayed and made a crisp sound, and Donald's eyes, which were originally stuck outside the window, subconsciously turned over.

The people entering the door were several people dressed in a different dress than the citizens around them, or they were similar to those of them.

"Foreigner."

These people are like them, not locals.

"A foreigner? What does it mean?"

Stephanie asked strangely when she heard Donald's words.

"It's nothing, let's have a meal, we'll have to find a hotel later."

Those people were only two tables away from him, and Donald didn't want these people to misunderstand that he was observing them.

There was no accident until Donald and his group left. The other party obviously noticed Donald and the others, but their ideas should be similar to Donald. This is not a closed city, so it is normal to have foreigners.

"Donald, you should have noticed those people in the restaurant just now, right?"

After walking a distance from the restaurant, Anthony took the initiative to mention this matter, which surprised Donald, who was looking at the large factory in the distance.

“Are there any problems?”

"You can't say there is a problem... You know, my talent can be used to strengthen all aspects of the body. Do you still remember the strange beast we killed on the edge of the village? I ate its meat and made considerable progress in hearing. I accidentally heard their conversation just now, and the content made me care a little."

One of Anthony's innate abilities is carnivorous, and now he has developed to the point where he can improve or evolve his body by swallowing various special meats.

For example, at the beginning of his ability discovery, if Anthony eats rabbit meat, he can strengthen his legs muscles. If he can make special food, the enhancement effect will also be enhanced. However, this strengthening will gradually weaken as his physical fitness improves. For example, no matter how much rabbit meat he eats, his legs muscles will not be strengthened at all.

"Um?"

With an eyebrow raised, Donald asked after changing Fenge in his arms to a more comfortable position.

The few people were turning a street corner. A drunk man was lying on the ground on the side of the road, holding the wine bottle in his hand, and the few people took a step to the other side. Lilo was originally going to step directly over him, but Donald held his head and took it aside, and then walked forward, looking for a hotel nearby.

"They claim to be demon hunters, and it seems that they have some special demon-killing missions here."

"Are you sure you are a witch hunter?"

Donald once had some fantasies about this profession. You should know that he had read some miscellaneous books or played a game of cards with people without saying a word. His understanding of the witch hunter is probably to travel around the world and punish evil and promote good.

For this reason, he once considered whether to become a witch hunter, but he had never heard of a strange disciple with such a name and thought it did not exist.

After all, there is religious management in the Ryan Empire's faith area, and there is a management in the non-faith area. There is indeed no need for the witch hunter to exist.

I didn't expect to meet a few today.

"I should have heard it right. The content between their conversation is that there have been many missing incidents in Corta recently, and many people in this city are in a little wrong mental state."

Anthony's memory is not as good as Donald, and he just barely remembers the rough content.

"The missing incident? Although I don't know the reason, it seems that we have to have someone to watch tonight. It's really troublesome. This city feels really bad. Now this kind of thing happens. I think the missing person may not be eaten by some monster, but by this city..."

Perhaps because of the depressed environment around him, Donald was inexplicably depressed, and there were inevitably a few complaints in his mouth. He glanced around from the corner of his eyes and accidentally saw a window on the side of the road. His footsteps suddenly stopped. It was not because of the mechanical dolls in the window that were placed in wooden boxes for exhibition, but the street scene behind them reflected on the window.

"Anthony, I remember when we passed that intersection, a drunk man fell there, right?"

Looking back, all I saw was the streets filled with snowflakes under the dim street lights.

"Maybe I've climbed to another place, a drunk man, even if I'm running around, I've seen a lot of people in Demingham's Scanning Gold."

Stephanie turned her head and leaned back to look at the drunkard's position before. There was indeed no one there.

"Maybe... let's go quickly and try to rest as early as possible. You have to get up tomorrow to find the mermaid statue."

Although he felt suspicious, Donald was unwilling to go back to check the scene. He was not idle yet to care about the life and death of a homeless man.

After they turned and left, next to the location where the drunkard had stayed, several winding narrow tracks were being re-hideed by snowflakes...

With the instructions on the roadside and the introduction manual for Corta in Anthony, the group turned a few streets and saw a hotel specially introduced in the manual.

The store is brightly lit, while the outside is gradually expanding wind and snow. Even the mechanical lighting on the street still cannot drive away the surging darkness...

"It is said that travelers who have been resting here will have a comfortable sleep experience, and some people think this may be related to the sculpture outside the hotel."

Anthony acted as a tour guide and pointed to the disc-style sculpture in front of him.

It is a gear with metal, bone or wooden axis and four spokes.

The emblem of craft and forging sects.

As he approached the wind and snow, the other people entered the hotel with their feet. Donald walked at the end, as if he heard the sound of something breaking in his ears. The next second he frowned and looked back at the gear sculpture, opened the umbrella that had been retracted, stepped into the wind and snow, and walked to the gear sculpture, his eyes went from top to bottom, and reached the middle pause.

A crack appeared on the wooden axis of the sculpture...

"The voice just now came from here?"

Donald did hear the sound of shattering. It would be normal if something else frozes and cracks in such a low temperature environment. This represents the emblem of the God of Crafts and Forging!

What exactly is this foreshadowing...

"Brother Donald, Sister Stephanie asked me to come to the front desk to register!"

Julia stood at the door holding the little raccoon's hat in both hands and shouted to Donald.

"Okay, I'm here."

Withdrawing his hand that had wanted to reach out to touch the crack, Donald turned and entered the hotel.

When I arrived at the front desk, I looked at the two waiters and felt a sudden slap in my heart.

"Two guys, haven't you had a good sleep?"

Donald asked, looking at the other person's dark circles and half-open tired eyes.

Isn’t this a good place to have a comfortable sleep experience by checking in? These two waiters look like they haven’t had a good sleep...

Is it still time to change hotels now?
Chapter completed!