Some people regard the Lower City as the darkest place and the most evil place because these people have never left the city.

Beyond the iron walls of the city circle, there is a place where even the sun is afraid of. Here, perhaps the most desirable thing is the most desirable thing, but before that, once it is lost to the hands of the sinners outside the city, ordinary people will become a cargo.

From slaves wearing collars to splitting them into specific parts, perhaps even humans themselves have no idea that humans themselves have so much value and profit-making methods.

If you can leave the city, don’t leave the city. This is a warning from all parents to their children. Of course, most residents of cities need not only courage, but also a license to leave the city.

The copy in Shire's hand is directly issued by the Central City Safety Management Committee. Only with this license can you enter and exit the city freely.

Shire arrived at the city gate on time as Mr. Smith's request.

This was the first time he saw the city walls. It was hard to imagine that in a modern society, cities still need city walls as protection.

There should be a searchlight on the city wall of Gundam, which is about twenty meters long, and a searchlight, as well as a whistle cannon, as well as a staircase for people to stand, and a window for shooting.

"It's grand, right?"

In one sentence, Charles' attention was pulled back.

A young man in an iron-gray uniform and a baseball cap stood in front of him, with a cardboard on his shoulders, a strap hanging on it, some magazines that looked more like decoration, and a weapon behind him.

This young man dressed a little differently from the soldiers Charles encountered when crossing the bridge, but both sides should be in the same system.

Shire nodded, "It's majestic, I've never seen such a majestic city wall!"

The young man seemed very satisfied with Charle's praise, and he took the initiative to extend his hand, "Sergeant of the City Defense Force, McAine..."

Shir also shook hands with him, "A little reporter, Shir!"

McAin smiled and pointed at his clothes, "If the person who can afford such a suit is just a little reporter, then I may not even be as good as a little warrior."

He said this and brought the topic back from each other's identities. "In the history of Epeda's establishment to today for more than two hundred years, we have repelled 174 attacks in total. Thank you for all this!" He slapped the iron wall of the city wall, "People in the middle city rarely appear here. Are you going to the tarmac?"

Shire looked at the permit in his hand and nodded, "Yes, it said that I would arrive at the Apron No. 1 before 2:30..."

McAin glanced at it and nodded, "Come with me, I'll take you there, don't worry, time is too late."

While chatting, the two walked towards the other end. On the way, Charles talked about the city wall and the one hundred and seventy-four attacks.

In McAine's explanation, he realized that among these 174 attacks, there were less than twenty attacks from official forces such as other nobles, and the rest were attacks from the sinners.

In the barbaric society outside the city, looting cities is always a big business. As long as one success is successful, it is enough for them to eat for many years, ten years, twenty years or even longer.

In history, some emerging cities with relatively weak defenses were destroyed by the sinners, and there were not a few such tragedies, especially in the early days of the empire, after being granted the title, the nobles could only take thousands of people to the fiefdoms to build cities. This was also a carnival for the sinners, and many nobles died in office.

The two talked a lot and finally ended the chat outside the No. 1 tarmac.

"I'm glad to know you, Mr. Charles." McAine was a little humble. Although he had a weapon called "violence" in his hand, the weapon could not bring him dignity and glory in front of the extremely dressed Charles.

"You just insert your license here...", saying that the McAhin retreated to the side, Charle nodded and inserted the license - a card with holes of different sizes and holes in the card reader.

About ten seconds later, the metal door in front of Charles slowly opened, and with a snarling sound at the top, releasing a lot of steam.

After saying goodbye to the city defense force sergeant McAine again, he pulled out the permit that had already popped up and walked out of the city gate.

As he traveled through, the metal door slowly closed, and in front of him was a huge apron, and behind the apron... a barren and poor world!

The sky is covered with yellow earth and yellow sand, and there are not many green plants, so desolate that there is no trace of life.

According to some scholars, because of the regenerative nature of steam energy, that is, the utilization of water, every city is like a "cancer" on the earth, desperately plundering the water resources on and under the surrounding ground, which has caused a fatal blow to the environment around the city.

Soil erosion and desertification are becoming more and more serious. Nearly forty percent of the areas within the empire's territory have been completely desertified, and this range is still increasing.

Fortunately, a great scientist solved the problem of agricultural production. In the seventh district of Xiacheng District, the entire district is an agricultural and animal husbandry production base. Vegetables and crops are quickly spawned and harvested like products on the assembly line. The production capacity is enough to meet the food demand of the entire Aipeda City, and there is still some surplus.

This makes people no longer have to worry about the problem of desertification outside cities that will lead to crop yield reductions and eventually famine.

Charles, who came back from the shocked scenery, quickly walked towards the apron, which was a huge round metal disc-like thing. He seemed a little different from those aprons that Charles imagined.

At this time, many gentlemen had gathered here. After Charles reported his name, they were arranged aside.

These gentlemen are discussing the position of Her Majesty the Queen to welcome the personnel after she got off the plane. Earl Lister will undoubtedly be the first, so who should be the second one?

Aipeda's finance officer or tax officer?

These two people have been showing signs of separation from each other recently, and are said to be cursing each other behind their backs. Of course, these are all content published in tabloids in the Xiacheng District and cannot be done accurately.

This world is so strange. A group of people who can’t even afford to eat beef and struggle with food and clothing are still in the mood to worry about the competition between big shots.

Seeing that more than ten minutes had passed and there was still no result of negotiation, Charles suddenly interrupted, "Why don't you ask Count Liszt's own opinion?"

The people who were discussing suddenly closed their mouths and looked at Shire together, but Shire took off his hat without any fright, "Shar, a graduate of Aepeda City University, is currently trying my first career - a reporter."

When he said that he was a college student, the vague expressions of displeasure on these people's faces disappeared, and the class will always be everywhere.

One of them was yellow-haired, a little thin, with a gentleman with a round golden-wire eyes pointed to Charles, "Good idea!" and said that he walked towards the city wall. An iron wall suddenly slid open, revealing the phone inside.

He took the phone and asked for instructions for a moment, then walked back, "The Earl believes that the tax officer should be second, after all, this represents our respect for the royal family!" People immediately happily said that the Earl said well, the Earl said right, and the Earl said quackly.

The yellow-haired gentleman looked at Charles, "What did you say just now?"

Charles took off his hat again and bent down, "Char, sir!"
Chapter completed!