Chapter 1292: Entering Bayam For the First Time

After the huge ship belonging to the Resistance docked, all of the City

of Silver citizens changed into round-neck shirts, brown jackets,

pantaloons, and dark-colored caps before following Oracle Danitz down

the ship. They prepared to pass through the dock to enter the City of

Generosity Bayam. Those clothes had been prepared beforehand.

"It's really uncomfortable wearing this. It's not suitable for

battle..." As he walked, Liaval moved his limbs and whispered to Elder

Derrick.

Derrick nodded slightly and said, "But it's better to hide ourselves and

not be too eye-catching. We don't want to become the focus of

attention."

Derrick's analysis wasn't a problem at all. After all, they were

outsiders and they only numbered twenty-one people. It was best if they

didn't attract the attention of others, but he seemed to have forgotten

a crucial detail.

"B-but, they're all looking at us..." Candice quickly surveyed the area

and whispered.

The workers who were dressed crudely or half-naked at the pier all

looked over at the tourists who wore all kinds of getups.

"They're tall..." A Bayam resident with bronze skin and slightly curly

hair could not help but sigh.

His height was only around 160. This was the height of all the male

commoners in the current colonial era. As for the people of the City of

Silver, other than Derrick, who was only slightly over two meters tall,

the rest were on average above 2.3 meters. The tallest of them exceeded

2.5 meters.

To have such half-giants walk through the docks amidst the crowd was

equally eye-catching no matter what they wore.

"Feysacians?" A Loenese in a top hat and formal suit turned his head to

gossip with his companion. "Has the slave trade begun again?"

He believed that the City of Silver entourage were Feysacian slaves that

the Rorsted government had bought from the Loen Kingdom. After all, in

this world, the only ones he could think of who had such heights in such

numbers were the barbarians who claimed to be descendants of giants.

His partner shook his head and frowned.

"It doesn't seem like the case. Most Feysacians have light-blue eyes.

Furthermore, even if they are Feysacian, few of them exceed two meters

in height. Un-unless these are nobles or high-ranking prisoners of

war..."

Although Feysac didn't have a clear rule, in all kinds of industries,

especially in the military, there was a phenomenon that one's height

determined one's status. Of course, this wasn't the only condition. It

was also a combination of family background, nobility, and ranks.

Due to such "traditions," the descendants of Feysacian royalty and the

military brass were generally taller than two meters.

This was actually a superficial phenomenon that, at its essence, was an

influence of their Beyonder characteristics.

Those who became one of the brass of the Feysac military were either

nobles or at least Sequence 5. And for the latter, due to the repeated

influence of the Giant pathway's potions, their height would definitely

reach the "standard" height. Those who chose the Red Priest pathway

would also have a certain increase in height. However, the signs weren't

as obvious in their early stages as those from the Giant pathway, and

the total increase in height was only a few centimeters. They had to

become a demigod to experience a qualitative change.

For noble descendants, their ancestors were more or less "giants," or

had marital alliances with "giants." Regardless of whether they

inherited the Beyonder characteristics, the corresponding genes

accumulated over generations would definitely allow their normal height

to exceed two meters.

Among them, families who were still in control of a portion of the Giant

pathway's potion formulas, and those who had a certain heritage, tend to

be in the same situation as the residents of the City of Silver.

The royal family in charge of the Red Priest pathway maintained the

heights of their descendants through marital alliances.

The residents of the City of Silver, who were being scrutinized by

numerous gazes, felt increasingly uneasy. It was as if they had returned

to the cursed land where they were being watched by monsters as they

walked in the dark.

Derrick was very calm and composed. He looked around and said to the

members of the reconnaissance team, "They don't have any ill

intentions."

After confirming that Mr. Hanged Man was in this city and how he knew

that he had arrived, Derrick no longer felt isolated and helpless.

It wasn't that he didn't trust the messenger that Mr. Fool had

appointed, but that he believed that he didn't want to trouble a god as

much as possible in his daily life. The best thing to do was resolve

problems himself.

And when it came to dealing with his own problems, Derrick was

ultimately unfamiliar with the outside world, so he wasn't too

confident. At this moment, to have an experienced, trustable, extremely

intelligent "native" with a meticulous mind help him would definitely be

the best option.

Of course, Derrick also knew that Mr. Hanged Man wouldn't make any

contact with him on the surface because he belonged to another faction.

He wasn't a believer of Sea God, so if he acted too warmly over matters

regarding the City of Silver, he was bound to be suspected.

*However, there will always be a proper reason and suitable

opportunities to meet...* Derrick thought in anticipation.

Amidst his thoughts, he and the members of the City of Silver's

reconnaissance team followed Danitz out of the dock and arrived on the

streets.

Their vision suddenly broadened as they saw more people than before and

heard all sorts of voices.

To the people of the City of Silver, this was even more lively than the

grandest "harvest" in their hometown. At a glance, there were countless

people dressed in strange clothes with all kinds of unique

characteristics. Some were in a hurry, others were strolling leisurely,

and some were carrying large pieces of fruit. They used pipes to suck in

the liquid, or held food that looked like the delicious pies on the

ship, occasionally taking a bite.

Apart from these, horse-like creatures that pulled carriages producing

tinkling sounds, the metallic objects that moved extremely fast, and the

smell of the various spices that filled the streets made people of the

City of Silver feel like they had come to another world.

And to them, this was indeed another world.

Even though they were a little fearful and uneasy, and were not too used

to such a scene, everyone could clearly feel the vibrancy of this scene.

This was like the sunlight in one's soul, reflecting the sun in the sky.

*This is the place where we will live, battle, and reproduce in the

future?* Derrick, Liaval, Candice, and the others subconsciously

had similar thoughts. They felt a little uneasy but didn't reject any of

it.

Danitz looked at their faces which had been stunned silly by Bayam's

bustling scene in satisfaction as he inwardly muttered, *This is only

Bayam. If you were to go to Trier and Backlund, are you going to kneel

down and kiss the ground?*

This world-famous pirate controlled his urge to mock them, as he was now

Mr. Fool's messenger. He couldn't ruin the image of a deity.

After leading the City of Silver people to a rather luxurious hotel,

Danitz gestured for the crew to handle the check-in as he spoke in

fluent Jotun to his guests:

"It's getting dark. We'll stay here for one night and leave the city

tomorrow.

"The place where you will build your city has been arranged. It's on the

other side of the forest. There's a natural harbor and a few roads that

lead to Bayam. Heh, roads to this city. After that, we'll expand the

main road and build a railway that leads to your city."

Railway... Derrick, who had studied during the Tarot

Gathering, knew what it meant. He nodded gratefully and inwardly praised

Mr. Fool once again.

Danitz continued,

"We've already helped you level the area, and left the space needed for

some basic facilities such as water pipes and gas pipes. When you begin

building houses, we'll send a team over to help with the matters.

"Also, the corresponding construction materials and temporary tents have

been prepared for you. Thank Mr. Fool. Uh, there's also the help of the

Church of the Lord of Storms in this matter. Otherwise, we wouldn't have

been able to purchase so much material. However, they mainly did so to

earn additional funds."

The Rorsted new government hadn't been established for long, and its

connections with the outside world weren't comprehensive enough. What

they didn't expect was that the Church of the Lord of Storms had taken

the initiative to provide help on the City of Silver's matter.

Water pipes... Gas pipes... Derrick gradually couldn't

understand what was being said, but he still put on a pensive

expression.

There were a few times when Danitz nearly said the word "dogsh\*t" in

passing. Without speaking another word, he introduced the hotel:

"This is a hotel that Feysacians like to live in at Bayam the most. The

ceiling might be a little too low for you, but it won't be low enough to

hit your heads."

With that said, Danitz smiled.

"At the end of this street is Red Theater..."

He revealed a smile that all men understood.

However, the people of the City of Silver didn't understand.

*Seriously, the Emperor said that the most ancient human occupation is

the selling of their bodies. They actually don't know what I'm talking

about...* The corners of Danitz's mouth twitched as he gave up

on the topic.

After his second and third mates were done with the check-in, he led the

entourage up to the second floor and assigned them their rooms.

After doing this, he took out a stack of cards that he had long written,

and he distributed them to the members of the City of Silver, who were

scouting the area.

"Every card has a few words in the local language and the corresponding

word in Jotun. If you need any services or food, you can ring the bell

here. When the attendant comes over, show him the card. Of course, they

might not be able to understand it, but they will definitely seek help

from people who understand it."

This was a simple and easy method to understand. The people of the City

of Silver easily grasped how to use the cards, secretly excited that

they could finally communicate with the people here.

Following that, Danitz demonstrated how to switch on the water and how

to use the toilet, and how to light up the gas wall lamps. It made

Derrick, Liaval, and Candice feel like they had arrived at a divine

kingdom.

All it took to have water flow was to press a switch. A button was

enough to wash away their excrement without leaving any stains. There

was a lantern that kept emitting light once it was ignited. These were

all things that they didn't dare to imagine in the past.

And these things would become part of their new lives.

By the time the City of Silver's members had gotten used to the hotel,

the sky had completely darkened. Night had begun to rule the city.

Although Derrick and company had long confirmed that there was no danger

of monsters attacking in the dark in the outside world, they were still

instinctively afraid. Therefore, they would either emit light themselves

or light up the gas wall lamps.

At that moment, they saw gas lamps lighting up one after another on the

streets, the houses---both near and far---outside the glass windows.

These lights dispersed the darkness in their respective areas.

In the eyes of the people of the City of Silver, the bright and dim

lights were like the galaxy landing on the ground at night.