Chapter 1603 1575. Little dispute
"Your soldiers look very good in equipment."
Cassandra turned left and right on the wide horse of Kirin, looking at the first large city she entered after coming to this world with interest. "It's a pity that their physical fitness and combat level seem to be not very good."
In Cassandra's eyes, the gray blade faces on the axe and guns, and the armor with high coverage on these people are all very good equipment for ordinary people.
Although the protective strength of Athens is also good, it is a compromise after considering cost and heat dissipation, which is not as good as real metals. Not to mention the iron products with mature craftsmanship.
But in Gos Willen City, the loose appearance of these guards made Cassandra feel that they were somewhat unworthy of this equipment.
On the surface, the ancient Greek world seemed to be a world that was moving and developing in a normal historical process, but as a pioneer of civilization, Yishuren had long left his mark in that world.
The basic qualities of humans in that world are naturally good.
The upper limit after exercise is also higher.
Maybe it's because of the gene residue of Yishu people.
However, according to Lan En's calculations, when the humans in that world develop from the early stages of civilization and begin to expand population, this genetic advantage will be diluted in the expansion of population and will eventually be almost undetected.
After all, the Yishu people and Yishu civilizations are already rootless duckweed, and they cannot increase their stocks and can only be consumed continuously.
Just like the so-called "artifact fragments" in that world, the less they use it, the more they are, the more they are, the more they are not renewable.
But judging from the current environment in which Cassandra is located, there are indeed many warriors who can tear tigers and leopards with bare hands, just like primitive myths.
"They are not the best." Lan En explained to Kassandra, trying to make her understand the world better. "The quality is not good, but the equipment matches their quality. There are better things to go up."
"And there is too much mud in this place." Kassandra could understand the matching of equipment and personnel, but the appearance of the city here still made her shrugg. "It's also near the sea, but it's really wet here. Maraka! Isn't there any sunshine on the beach here?"
Gos Willen's size as a city doesn't surprise Cassandra too much.
Hundreds of thousands of people lived in Athens before the great plague.
Moreover, the ancient Greek world was full of buildings that could be called "miraculous". When she looked at the place Gos Willen, the Aritusa Palace in the distance could be called "magnificent".
The rest are all small bungalows.
The weather in the northern countries is not the same as the Mediterranean climate that is sunny all year round and even makes stones white.
Kassandra in the ancient Greek world often traveled around an island, but there was no trace of muddy terrain.
There are dry dirt roads everywhere, or the ground with bare stones exposed.
But at Gos Willen, the kirin's hooves were squeaking in the mud.
This made Cassandra, who was used to wearing Greek sandals, very disgusting.
Lan Eun, who was sitting in front, suddenly turned around and looked down at Cassandra, while the Hawksman looked at each other without giving in.
In the end, the witch hunter was defeated: "Okay OK. I know you have always wanted to see the weapons and equipment here, but can you not repeat them openly and secretly in my ears?"
"Sparta! Sparta!" Lan En said in a sighing tone, "You Spartan woman really like weapons."
"The Spartans treat weapons like lovers."
Kassandra said with great serene conscience, then suddenly reacted and turned to Lan En's serious words.
"Of course, a living lover is still irreplaceable when having sex. Don't want to run away!"
"Of course, of course." Lan En muttered, "Do I be glad of this? You won't be addicted to 'toys'?"
"Oh! Dear, dear, haha!" Kassandra seemed to be amused by Lan En's complaints, and she laughed wildly and patted Lan En's shoulder.
As the two said, Lane pulled the unicorn's mane and turned it toward Kado Street, Central Avenue, leaving Goth Willen.
Turn towards the factory area beside the city wall.
The fishy smell and shouting of Gos Willen Fish Market gradually faded away, and what replaced them was the burning smell of charcoal and fuel, and the endless sound of metal pounding.
There are also many fewer people around, and they mainly become craftsmen who are in a hurry.
Lan is moving towards the largest and earliest main factory building.
But Cassandra, who was sitting behind him, pulled the corner of his clothes. When Lan En turned around, he saw a golden light flashing in the eyes of the trainer.
And with a look of interest. "That direction." Cassandra pointed to the fork on the right hand, "A group of people gathered together, as if they were having a dispute. Do you want to go and see?"
"Argument?" Lan En raised his eyebrows.
In this noisy and burning odor-filled environment, the extraordinary senses of the witch hunter are confused. And since becoming a witch hunter, there are rare cases where others discover abnormalities before him.
This kind of sense is not as sharp as others, and it also makes Lan En feel quite fresh.
But looking up again, Icarus flew around the sky. People have direct visual connections with biological drones, which is really a big advantage.
However, a dispute occurred at Gos Willen's factory area?
Last time when I left myself, did that incident not clear the gap between the craftsmen of the non-human race and human craftsmen?
Lan En and Kassandra rolled over and dismounted, and Feng Buqiu was also with Qilin, thinking about coming to watch the fun.
The four of them walked a fork in the road formed between the factories and arrived at a small intersection.
The "dispute" in Kassandra's mouth happened before them.
Before walking out of the shadow between the buildings, Lan En curled up the corner of his mouth slightly.
At that big and small intersection, a group of people blocked a carriage.
Looking at the heavy appearance of the carriage, it was loaded with either raw materials or newly-developed Valyrian steel rough billets. "Okay, gentlemen, calm down."
The newest ⊥小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小�
A strong man wearing the armor of the advanced bear school witch hunter and carrying a traditional two hands and half swords on his back, stood next to the carriage and said calmly to the group of people blocking the road.
It can be seen from the naked eye that the driver who drove the car was a little annoyed by the person blocking the road, but he did not dare to take action. After the strong man's witch hunter spoke, the driver's face became much calmer.
"This is the normal trade activity of the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce." Just like studying in accordance with the rules and regulations, the strong man witch hunter opened his mouth and said something, "Our trade has been authorized and protected by the royal families of Taimolia, Redania, Codwin, Aden and other countries."
"And paying taxes on time and in terms of volume, and also signed a licence for trade with countries such as Covell and Povis. In the name of sacred laws, this is a formal business activity that is completely legal and deserves protection."
"Now, please back immediately. Otherwise you are committing a crime."
After speaking, the strong man witch hunter also scratched his heroic and thick beard.
Unfortunately, four or five people on the other side didn't like this.
"Ha~Too!" The leading man tilted his head and spitted on the ground, "Yes, Valyrian Steel! A serious business licensed by many countries, but did you deliberately say less in this 'multi-country', huh? Snake-eyed?"
The strong man witched his head in helplessness and put his hands on his hips.
The leader on the opposite side seemed to be treating this action as a default: "You are still protected by the Nifgads! Are you right?"
He shouted, as if he was afraid that others would not hear it. "Even if you are fighting, you have not stopped selling to the Nifgads!"
"You ask Nifgaard's black skin dog to slaughter us northerners with a good sword cast by Valyrian steel! You traitors!"
The words were so passionate that several people behind him shouted together.
But the strong man witch hunter who was still standing in front of them just covered his forehead with his hands, looking like he was already annoyed.
"I warn again." He said helplessly, "Don't block the way! This is a legal and compliant normal trade, you are committing a crime."
"Crime!" The man leading the opposite side refused to give in, and even took another step forward provocatively, "The biggest sin I have committed! It is to love Temolia! Love the... whisper on this land!"
Unfortunately, I only spoke half of my generous speech.
The other half was punched back into the stomach.
As early as he took a step forward, the strong witch hunter tightened the arm armor and gloves on his hand. Then he punched the leading man in the stomach!
Immediately, the punch of the liver burst brought huge muscles and pain. The man was like a cooked prawn, squeezing and squeezing to the ground.
The sudden pain on his face caused blood to surge, blood pressure to surge, and his blood pressure rose red and blue veins.
Anyway, I can't get up for a while.
The people behind were stunned at first, but they had no intention of retreating. Instead, when they saw the strong man beating someone, they cursed angrily, and pulled out the iron stick around their waists and started beating them.
The groom who was driving the car quickly pulled the reins tightly, for fear that the horse would be frightened.
But the witch hunter was not nervous, and he didn't even want to pull out the steel sword behind him.
I only heard a few dull sounds of ‘bang bang’ and a burst of pain. Under the multiple advantages of strength, skills and armor over the common clothes, these people were beaten like a group of children in front of the strong witch hunter.
It was commonplace to be beaten up by several troublemakers, and the witch hunter and the coachman dragged the person to the side of the road.
Then the coachman said hello and drove the bus and left the road as usual.
"Paipapapapapapapa."
A burst of applause came from the alley at the intersection, and Lan En walked out while applauding.
Just just met the strong man who turned his head when he heard the sound.
"I'm pretty straightforward, Gede." "But I'm ignorant? When did the security in the factory area be so bad?"
(The end of this chapter)