Chapter 632 Leonardo: Hey, hey, hey, here he comes.
"A sneeze!"
Leonardo sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose, pulled a blanket off another college student, and draped it around his shoulders.
"Who is cursing me?" Leonardo wiped his nose with a handkerchief, looked up at the blue sky and the lonely warm sun, and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
"After all, it's in the mountains, and it's windy on the lake, so that's what it is." Standing on the bow of the ferry, the guide sent by the Holy Arms City Hall said to Leonardo with a smile.
Silvanik on the other side wrapped the blanket tightly with disdain: "How else can we call it a wild place in the mountains?"
"Keep your voice down." Dean Senius silently kicked Silvanik's ankle with his right foot, which silenced the resentful scholar.
The guide didn't know if he really didn't hear it or if he was pretending. He just held the side of the ship and looked toward the port that was getting closer and closer in the distance.
Since they received the letter from the eldest lady of the Larkin family, they traveled all the way from Dawn Island to Immortal Stone Field, and it took them two months to arrive at the Sacred Armament Court.
It wasn't that they were wasting their time, but because there were so many luggage and people, they had to stop and go. It took them a month to arrive at Feiliu Castle in September, which is now Xialu City, the capital of the Thousand River Valley Monarchy.
Later, due to the fatigue of traveling and being unaccustomed to the acclimatization, several people got sick and had to be quarantined. Finally, it was not until October that they were able to go on the road.
The Holy Armament Court was quite welcoming and sent a guide to the Castle of Joan to greet them in advance. Since they had a lot of luggage, they simply let them board the ferry instead of entering from the crowded Xinsheng Bridge.
As winter entered, more refugees and businessmen came from all directions. Xinsheng Bridge was filled with people of all ages, driving carriages and riding donkeys and mules. The sounds of insults, pushing and screaming continued to echo.
There is also a special checkpoint at the head of the bridge, a small semicircular square composed of logs, iron chains and three to five cement houses.
Those driving vehicles entered the dock town from the left, while the disheveled refugees were collectively guided to the right.
"What are you doing over there?" Leonardo pointed to a large area of wooden houses, tents and an obviously fenced area in front of the Xinsheng Bridge.
"Oh, that is the purification camp for the baptism ceremony." Looking at Leonardo's confused eyes, the guide explained, "Refugees entering the island must first be re-baptized with hot water and medicine, shave their beards and hair, and Stay in the camp for seven days as a sign of new life.”
"Could it be that they are forcibly converting to the Holy Cause?" Silvanik asked in the cabin where he was.
The guide immediately shook his head: "It's not a conversion, it's just a way to get rid of bed bugs. The Holy Armory is a clean city, and we don't want to see bed bugs spreading."
Silvanik snorted, obviously not fully believing the guide's words.
The guide smiled and explained to Leonardo: "In addition, they also need to conduct population registration. If they have special skills, someone will introduce them to the job."
Leonardo looked at the refugees and beastly people who were helping the elderly and children into the purification camp, and then looked at the dock getting closer and closer in the distance, and a little expectation rose in his heart.
The day after he voted to go to the Holy Armory, Leonardo had some regrets.
You know, when he heard that the Holy Armament Court had developed a machine similar to a perpetual motion machine, he wanted to fly directly to the Holy Armament Court.
But when the passion passes, reason returns to the brain.
You know, the excuse of a perpetual motion machine was used to trick him into painting more than once or twice.
Especially since this was a small, remote town. Apart from being close to Black Snake Bay and having abundant alchemy resources, he couldn't think of any other advantages that would allow him to develop a perpetual motion machine.
However, after some psychological struggle, he still followed the large team to the Sacred Armament Court.
What if? The eldest lady of the Larkin family is not someone who makes random nonsense.
Soon, while chatting with the guide, the Descent Pier in the distance became closer and closer, accompanied by the incessant sounds of canvas flapping, livestock braying, businessmen's sharp negotiations, and foremen's instructions. The rude roar of laborers...
Many scholars and college students who had been sitting idle in the cabin stepped onto the deck, holding on to the side of the ship and looking towards the shore.
At first it was just a silhouette of masts and flags, and the smell of wood, wet ropes mixed with cargo (such as spices, dried fish, and wine) filled the air.
Waterfowl and black magpies were circling in the sky, and whistling thrushes began to land on the side of the ship. From this distance, you could see the mountains of cargo pushing against the dock. Lycanthropes and human laborers, wearing duffels that are resistant to dirt and wear, constantly carry wooden boxes, sacks, and buckets from ships to warehouses or commodity exchanges.
Stopping next to a plank road, the first moment Leonardo stepped onto the brick and stone ground of the pier, he felt that the desolation in front of him was far from the desolation he imagined.
There is either black stone ground or mortar ground under the feet. In front of you, there are neat rows of Insula buildings on both sides of the avenue that can accommodate four carriages traveling side by side.
Perpendicular to this avenue are two rows of wooden warehouses four to five meters high on the left and right.
Although Leonardo is not an architect, he is fairly familiar with the Guair-style path.
In front of each house is a drainage channel covered with fir boards, and there is a transplanted street tree every four or five meters.
Although compared to the busy and chaotic ports of Rapid City and Fort Joan of Arc, this dock is still a little deserted, but this is the first time Leonardo has seen such a neat plan.
The architecture may not be as prosperous as Fort Joan of Arc and Rapid City, but this unique design with symmetry and unified texture still made several art students fall into silence.
This unique sense of order and coordination was the first time they had seen it in a town.
What impressed Leonardo the most was the cleanliness of the dock area, which not only refers to the absence of feces and urine on the ground, but also refers to the common scoundrels and beggars.
Leonardo turned around and gave a slight salute to the guide: "Can I take the liberty of asking a little question."
"Of course, please tell me."
"Why don't I see those rats on the streets?"
"Rat? Maybe it's because we have a lot of cats."
"No, no, no." Leonardo quickly explained, "I mean those people who have nothing to do and make a living by extortion."
"Oh, you're talking about this." The guide explained immediately, "I was just about to remind you that the laws of the Holy Armament Court are very strict. On average, there are one or two security officers for every hundred people, that is, Cheka, night watchmen and military police.
In the Holy Arms Court, the punishment for extortion is not light, and you will be forcibly sent to the Holy Trinity Education Team.
If some gangsters are found to have failed to pay taxes and work within three months after a fight, they will be forcibly assigned to work, unless they are sick or disabled.
If you refuse, you will also be forced to enter the Holy Trinity Education Team and be sent to the wild to cultivate fields.
In this way, although these mice exist, they are not in large numbers, and they do not dare to be too arrogant. ”
"That's too harsh," Sylvanik muttered.
Leonardo suddenly realized: "That's it."
Looking around at this moment, he could not see a single scoundrel or beggar in the entire port, not even a sober drunkard sailor.
You know, this group is one of the most trouble-making groups.
"Is there a prohibition on alcohol?" Leonardo couldn't help but ask, thinking of the retro style of the Holy Spirit Sect.
As a Frenchman, he would die if he didn't drink.
"No, the law prohibits drinking in public places. If you drink in a pub, restaurant or at home, no one will care about you." The guide quickly explained to him.
"Public place, this is a new word. It should be changed from Gu Aier's 'public area'." Principal Senius asked with a smile.
"Yes." The guide said with a grin, "We will give you a book of new words, all of which are new words like this. After all, the Holy Artium is a brand new city, and there are too many new things. We must not Without inventing some words to describe it.”
"Hahahaha, that couldn't be better." Senius said, and followed the guide in the direction of the carriages and horses.
(End of chapter)