Chapter 733 Nasdel's Rentat Encounter (Second Update Asks for Recommendation Votes)
In the harsh winter months, the night came particularly early, and the cold wind howled in the north, causing every pedestrian on the street to tighten their coats, hold down their hats, and speed up their pace.
For them, the biggest difference now from before is that the street lamps on both sides of the road have covered the large and small streets of Rentat, and the bright magic crystal lamps illuminate the road for them and others to go home.
The werewolf Nasdr followed the crowd down the last magic steam train and stepped onto the smooth stone ground of the hexagram platform - since the cities of this world themselves are part of the magical or divine defense system, most cities are impossible to demolish walls, gates, etc., except for a few extremely special cities such as Alinge, and it is impossible to give up defense on their own.
Because of this, magic steam trains cannot enter the city at night, and there is a saying that they are "the last train of the day", and after closing the city gates, they can only temporarily stop at temporary platforms outside the city.
"Huh, the magic steam train is indeed the same as the rumors and books, comfortable, fast, convenient, and indeed a very good alchemy item." Nasdr exhaled and watched them form a "white mist" in front of him.
He was wearing a typical Holm Kingdom dress, a white shirt, a brown sweater, a black double-breasted long dress, a top hat of the same color, and a decorative cane in his hand.
Nasdr looked around the platform and thought to himself: "It's a pity that the magic steam train can't run in the dark mountains, so we can only consider the Silver Moon Wasteland."
The dark mountains are full of dangerous space cracks and magical creatures, and there is a more than 80% chance that the steam train will sail out and never return.
The name does not match the reality, it is not a wasteland where the silver moon shines, but a very rich and prosperous plain, but the werewolves insist on naming this xenospace like this, so with the passage of thousands of years, its original name has been forgotten.
After looking at the platform and finding that there was nothing worth paying attention to, Nasdr pulled his clothes and walked outside a little uncomfortable in this state.
"Prince Dubernal entrusted me with this task because he valued me, and he definitely thought that I was one of the few members of the werewolves who was sober and good at thinking and observing, and I could not live up to his attention." Nasdr thought proudly and gratefully, his pace subconsciously quickening.
Du Bernard has always claimed to be the most cunning, wise and scheming werewolf, and is Nasdru's "idol", imitating his demeanor and way of doing things everywhere - although other princes and vampires laugh at Du Bernard as a true straight-thinking creature, reckless and unplanned, but this does not change Nasdru's opinion, they must be denigrating the wisdom of His Excellency the Prince!
As soon as he stepped out of the platform, Nasdel's eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes were full of brilliance, as if the starry sky in the sky was reflected in the city of Rentat.
The magic crystal lamps swayed their own light everywhere he could see, whether it was the street lamps, the family lights in the house, the lights of the alchemy car, or the lanterns of the carriage, they all exuded a warm and peaceful feeling.
In one direction, two tall tower-like buildings overlook the entire city of Rentat, and their towers are inlaid with bright crystal lamps, rendering themselves beautiful and noble, leaving a deep impression on Nasdel who has just arrived in Rentat City, which is the most intuitive beauty!
"This is ......," Nasdol stopped, standing there selflessly, his mind going blank for a moment, as if he couldn't control his inner restlessness on a full moon night.
"Never been to Rentat? The tall one is the Royal Magic Tower of Holm, and the slightly shorter one is the ...... of Holm Radio Station and the National Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee." A passerby next to him glanced at Nasdr amusedly and answered his question casually.
Committee, isn't that an organizational structure unique to the Magic Council? Could it be that there is also the Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee of the Four Straits and the Northern Coastal Corridor on top of the Kingdom of Holm's Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee? The headquarters is in Alinge? A series of questions arose in Nasdel's mind, but he didn't ask any more, because the traveler's amused gaze deeply hurt his heart.
"That must be looking at the hillbilly's gaze!" Nasdr felt that he had guessed right, but in order to complete the task assigned by His Excellency the Prince, he could only forcibly control himself and not beat the passenger, "You must not reveal your identity as a werewolf! How can I pretend that I am not the first time to come to Rentat when I inquire about other things?"
He has a strong sense of self-esteem that is rare even among werewolves.
Carrying his luggage, Nasdel called a carriage and drove towards the bustling streets.
"Why are there so many people? Aren't they afraid of the cold?" When passing by a square, Nasdr saw hundreds or thousands of citizens standing in the cold wind, and he was surprised that they were not as hardy as werewolves......
After stopping the carriage, Nasdel stood on the edge of the square, saw the giant horn in the center, and heard a sweet and moving sound.
"The next program is everyone's favorite 'Body Mystery', we have the honor of having Viscount John Wellesley, a great knight with rich experience in tempering the body, who will tell us what incorrect exercise concepts should be avoided before the body is fully grown, and how to strengthen our body......"
Nasdol's eyes lit up, he took out a piece of information from his luggage and quickly flipped through it.
Soon, he turned to a specific page, then kept listening, and kept looking down at the information in his hand, and finally, he laughed out loud and said very complacently: "It turns out that this is the 'voice of the mystery', and the information is not wrong."
Listening to the Viscount Wellesley's eloquent speech, Nasdr opened his mouth wide: "Isn't this a formal way of knightly exercise? You can actually promote it directly on the radio!"
This surprised him that even the most open Alto did not have such a thing, and one had to become a knight's attendant to obtain a similar method.
"Aren't the nobles protesting? Or do they have a better one? It was announced in order to fight against the church?" Nasdol thought of reasons on his own, but soon, his attention was drawn to the wonderful program of "The Voice of Mystery", and he was mesmerized by it, a form of entertainment he had never experienced before!
In the "Dark Mountains", due to the influence of harsh environments such as space gaps and fog, it is really difficult to receive the "voice of the mystery".
"The 'Voice of the Mystery' is really great, a hundred times stronger than the intelligence description, fortunately I came to Rentatt!" Nasdr thought excitedly, and before he knew it, the "Voice of the Mystery" had ended.
When the crowd in the square left, he sneaked behind the giant horn with curiosity, but there was nothing valuable there except wires and some simple devices.
"Hey, what is this?" Nasdr followed the wire to the wall on the other side of the square and found more than a dozen strange holes in the wall, which were distributed side by side in groups of three, one up and two down.
Nasdel observed carefully for a while, but couldn't see what these holes did, and wanted to ask passers-by, but he was worried about being treated as a hillbilly, so he decided to "study" it himself.
As a werewolf who grew up in the Dark Mountains, Nasdell understood that even if something seemed to be undangerous, he couldn't touch it casually, so he carefully took out a steel needle from his luggage, intending to use it instead of his fingers, and if there was any danger, he could avoid it in time.
"These holes are openly arranged near the square without worrying about citizens touching them, and there is obviously no danger......" Nasdall, who thought he was smart, made a very reasonable inference.
After looking around and confirming that it was dead of night, Nasdr inserted the steel needle into the hole.
Then, the silver-white electric current rushed out of the hole and hit Nasdell along the steel needle, and the speed made him unavoidable.
Zizizi, Nasdru's body was racing with countless currents, he couldn't control himself shaking violently, and there was a faint smell of burning coming out of his body.
After a while, the fur on Nasdru's body appeared, his muscles bulged, and black gas swirled, and he suddenly exerted force, and finally got rid of the steel needle.
"Flash, lightning, magic circle, Rentat's demon, magician and noble, nobles, how do you think, so, such a dangerous thing, things are casual, just put them on the wall, on the wall." Nasdr was numb from the electricity, stammered as he spoke, and his heart was extremely angry and aggrieved, how could such a dangerous magic circle be depicted in such a place without protection? Aren't you afraid that citizens and ordinary nobles will accidentally touch it? If I wasn't an adult werewolf, I would have been electrocuted just now!
Just as he had just regained his image, a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes walked to the wall, took out a metal plug from his storage bag, inserted it into the hole, and inserted the other end into another beautiful-looking rectangular alchemical object in his hand.
"This is the latest mobile communication item, no longer a magic circle that constantly restores energy, but is stimulated by storing electrical energy, so the cost is greatly reduced, and even nobles like me who are not too rich can use it." The young man saw Nasdr looking at him "blankly", so he proudly introduced his beloved "baby", and then his eyes froze, and he smiled, "This friend, your face seems to be a little burnt and smells like burnt paste, you won't touch these electric magic circles directly with your hands, right?"
"No, no." Nasdel instinctively denied.
The young man joked: "It's not good, the 'Voice of Mystery' and the municipal department have been promoting it for so long, and even children of a few years old know how to use electricity safely, unless they have never experienced this kind of life to make such a childish mistake."
An, safe electricity use? How old are the children? Nasdel was quite glad that he had denied it just now, otherwise he would have really no face to see anyone!
Worried about being seen through by the young nobles, Nasdr decided to leave here quickly, so he dragged his still paralyzed body and walked out of the square with great difficulty and walked towards a secluded street.
As he walked, his head, which was a little dull by electricity, suddenly found that he had stepped on the air.
Boom!
In the square, the young man seemed to hear something, but when he looked back, he found nothing, so he laughed at himself: "What sound can there be in the middle of the night? Do you want to encounter a ghost?"
When he left the square after "charging", he suddenly remembered something and reminded himself: "You can't walk on remote and dark streets, recently there have been manhole covers for helping outsiders steal sewer covers......"
Ask for a recommendation ticket, there is a make-up before twelve o'clock~
(End of this chapter)