Under the leadership of Amu, everyone squeezed through the crowded city gate and walked into Caribbean City. Their eyes suddenly opened up.
I saw a lively scene in the whole city.
They had not noticed it just now because of the thick city wall. At this moment, they suddenly entered the city and a huge sound wave rushed towards them. Everyone suddenly felt a buzzing in their ears.
The street was packed with black heads, without even a single space. All kinds of sounds converged into a huge buzzing sound above the head, like a huge and lively beehive.
They had been to Caribbean City before, but at that time, the city was not what it looked like in front of them.
The huge contrast with the Caribbean City in their memories stunned them, so much so that they stood on the side of the road for a while before they got used to the new noise in front of them.
In Baer's own words, he has never seen so many people in his life.
Even though he had traveled all over the country and had seen a lot, Gilson smacked his tongue and said stupidly: "Even Akadelin is not so lively."
A group of real country bumpkins squeezed into the crowd with awe.
With his hands behind his back, Mayor Baal led the way, swaying down the street like a big shot.
After all, old man Baal is also the village chief, the biggest figure in his area, and he still has some official air.
They saw that the buildings on both sides of the road had all changed and were no longer what they remembered: some were demolishing old ones, some were building new ones, and some were building on top of the original houses...
In order to build Caribbean City into a logistics base for the human legion, a large number of human engineering technicians and alchemists and research and development teams came here.
Accompanying them were a large number of service personnel and family members, as well as many businessmen with a keen sense of smell and adventurers who dreamed of making a fortune.
Every fleet coming from the human continent is packed to the brim.
In addition, there are also large numbers of Semitic people who come to work.
The city has already exceeded saturation.
Now all the fools in the city know that the Caribbean will become more developed in the future.
Due to the large influx of foreigners, local people also saw the opportunity to make a fortune and began to flip houses one after another.
Even if these houses are not for sale, just renting them out can make a lot of money every year.
In order to get more rent, the property owners in these Caribbean cities tried every means.
Lord Lorraine had seen the madness of the residents next to the university in his previous life. These ordinary people living outside the campus could build seven floors on fifty square meters of land, and they were in a row...
Just like the famous Kowloon Walled City, it is filled with various restaurants, small supermarkets, Internet cafes and mysterious small hotels.
Basically, this kind of place is filled with a college student's best memories.
However, due to the sudden construction, the quality problem is also extremely prominent.
After knocking down two construction sites in one day and killing three or four people, Lord Lorraine ordered the formation of a team that would be famous both in later generations and in modern times.
When Caribbean citizens were racking their brains to build more houses, many city guards wearing red armbands came to check.
As long as it's slightly unqualified, those bastards won't say a word and will immediately start to dismantle it.
On the roof of a corner of the street, many city guards ignored the cries and pleas of the homeowner next to them. They were using sledgehammers to smash the newly built wooden roof, tearing it apart with a loud bang.
A middle-aged woman was crying on the street, struggling to break through the obstruction of the city guards.
But in just a few minutes, the deft city guards had basically completed the demolition. Then they handed the homeowner a large fine.
Seeing this, Mayor Baer cast a sympathetic look at the poor homeowner, but he only sympathized for a moment.
As soon as he thought about how this guy would be able to live comfortably just by collecting rent, the pity in the heart of Mayor Baer flew away with wings.
I cursed secretly in my heart, "These damn charterers."
Then he looked away and looked at the street curiously.
The spacious street has been widened again, and it can fully accommodate six carriages walking side by side.
The pedestrians walking on the road were clearly divided into two different streams. People coming towards me all kept to the left, while people coming in the same direction as me all kept to the right.
In the middle of the road, there was a man in a white uniform holding a whistle and a stick in his other hand, staring at the passing pedestrians with wide eyes.
This is really weird.
The village chief of Baer suddenly became curious: What is going on? In the past, everyone would go wherever they wanted. No one had ever cared about it.
As he was thinking about it, he walked, and unknowingly, the bullock cart he was holding was about to slip into the crowd on the other side. Amu looked at it and hurriedly stretched out his hand, dragging both the people and the cart back.
Amu pointed to the traffic policeman not far away and said: "Uncle Bal, you can't walk randomly on the road now. Everyone must obey the traffic rules and keep to the right."
If you go the wrong way, you will be fined."
Barr raised his head and glanced up, and sure enough, he saw that the traffic policeman was also looking at him eagerly, and kept tapping his palms with the stick in his hand.
Barr couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart, but as a local leader, he still had some domineering power.
He snorted coldly and said: "Everyone keep to the right? Then who is left on the left? You can tell at a glance which dog official came up with this random idea."
Ammu smiled awkwardly and reminded softly: "Sir Luo came up with this idea."
The domineering village chief Baal was immediately stunned.
Although the official propaganda of the Semitic people has always been that Lord Luo is a scum of the human race, a scum of society, and a public enemy of the Semitic people...
But it also shows one thing, that is, a gangster as awesome as Lord Luo is far beyond the scope of ordinary people like them to criticize.
According to the experience of the village chief of Baal, the more powerful the noble Semitic mages and noble lords shout, the more fully it shows that they are afraid of that person.
Especially now that Lord Luo is stationed in Caribbean City with a million followers. Such a gangster is not only a county magistrate, but also a current governor. It is really hard to offend.
If he hears the bad things he said, if Long Yan is even slightly displeased, ordinary people like him will be in trouble, and may even have to move their heads.
He snorted coldly again and said, "Then Sir Luo must have been deceived by the villain."
Anyway, this is how dramas have been played since ancient times. The big guys are all good people. The bad guys are the big guys’ housekeepers, doormen, henchmen, and of course mistresses, mistresses and other things that can bring disaster to the country and the people.
Ammu smiled bitterly and was about to open his mouth to explain.
But at this time, the girl next to him had already become coquettish and said, "Dad, if you don't understand, then stop talking. It's too embarrassing."
As he said this, he glanced at Amu secretly, fearing that his lover would look down on him because he had such an unqualified father.
Village Chief Baer snorted, smacked his tongue, and then reacted. He realized his mistake. He had already seen along the way, who asked him to leave, but he said such a stupid thing again.
He couldn't help but blushed with shame. He hurriedly took the bullock cart and walked forward.
When we came to a crossroads, we suddenly heard a cry not far away.
"Woo~~~" The voice was extremely sharp and loud.
Everyone in the car couldn't help but be startled, and turned their heads to look. Then they couldn't help being shocked again.
I saw a huge, dark iron jar standing at the corner of the street, which was taller than two stories.
The big iron can screamed loudly while breathing heavily, spraying hot air outwards.
There is also a huge iron wheel in the middle of the jar that keeps turning and making a rumbling sound.
As the iron wheel rotates, white water is sprayed out from an iron pipe next to it and poured into a pool.
Someone, either carrying a load or pushing a cart, came to the iron pipe, took the water from the well, and then turned around and left.
In the open space not far away, there are people in their thirties and forties kneeling on the ground, bowing to the big iron can, chanting something, and there is a big red tray in the front, with fat ones on it.
Pig head.
Looking at this formation, even though the village chief of Baer was aware that he was well-informed, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: What does this mean? Who is the god of such a big iron pot?
Although I don’t know what’s going on, looking at this formation, I can still feel that this god seems to be something awesome~!
You must know that when people celebrate festivals, the most solemn way to worship the devil is to give a pig's head.
He looked at Amu, and saw a strange look on Amu's face that didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn't help but become more curious. Then he thought to himself: If he is really powerful, he may have to pay homage to him.
Thinking of this, he coughed lightly, and then said warmly: "Ah Mu, which god are these people worshiping?"
Ammu grinned as if he had eaten a piece of sheep shit-flavored chocolate, and then stammered: "This... this... this... this is just a steam engine."
Barr was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and said: "Oh~~Steam Machine God~!"
Ammu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, suppressing his smile with great difficulty, and then explained seriously: "This... this is not some god, this is a machine..."
Before he could finish his words, Jarson next to him was outspoken and retorted loudly, saying: "Not a god? If not a god, why would so many people come to worship? Stop talking nonsense."
Due to the natural competitive relationship between males of the same age in front of young girls, Gilson had long disliked this pretty boy.
He paused for a moment, then turned to look at Barr, and said: "Uncle Barr, since you are here, it is a rare opportunity, so I have to pay my respects."
After saying that, he jumped off the bullock cart, ran to the people, knelt on the ground sincerely, kowtowed three times, then clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and said to the ground thoughtfully.
The great steam engine god prayed a few words to bless himself with safety and prosperity.
Seeing him going down, the rest of the people couldn't sit still. According to Semitic tradition, when you see a god, how can you not worship him?
They all got out of the car one after another, and then came to the Steam Machine God, and all of them bowed to him seriously.
Even the little girl Erya followed the crowd and kowtowed several times. While praying in a low voice, her big, watery eyes kept glancing towards Amu.
Amu didn't even need to know that her prayer must be related to him.
This made Amu even more dumbfounded. On the one hand, the girl's deep affection moved him; on the other hand, it was really embarrassing. A group of people kowtowed to a steam engine. It was really stupid.
Now Amu finally understands that when the security forces looked at the Semitic people in Ryder City, they looked like they were looking at a group of uncivilized monkeys.
In fact, if these people were not his relatives, he would despise them extremely.
At this time, his wife also got out of the car, grabbed him, and then walked towards the steam engine, shouting: "Amu, don't just stand there stupidly. Come here and pay your respects too."
May God bless and protect you."
Ammu was horrified and wanted to stretch out his hand to break away, but when he saw the white hair and wrinkles on my face, he suddenly couldn't bear it.
By the time he reacted, he and his mother were already kneeling in the middle of the crowd.
Amu knelt in the crowd and listened carefully. He found that the people were praying in all kinds of ways. Some hoped that the machine god would bless them with no illness or disaster, some hoped that they could have a successful career... and some even came to ask for children.
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The old woman next to me was praying in a low voice: "Please bless the God of Steam Engines, and bless our family Amu to be free from illness and disaster, and to have many children and grandchildren. When I look back, I will give you a few more pig heads to the God."
After saying that, he kowtowed heavily on the ground three times.
Then he turned to look at Amu, and saw that he was kneeling straight on the spot, like a puppet. He immediately pulled him and said: "Ahmu, you should kowtow a few more times. Don't be surprised if there are many people. This is the only way.
Only God will bless you."
As he said that, he pressed his head and slammed it hard...er...sincerely towards the ground.
Amu had no choice but to lean down.
Immediately afterwards, three heavy blows of "boom, boom, boom" were heard.
When Amu raised his head, he felt dizzy for a while. He reached out and touched it, and it seemed that the skin on his forehead had been scratched.
At this time, a group of soldiers were wandering through the street with guns slung across their shoulders. When they saw the situation here, they all grinned, laughed, and even pointed.
Ammu was so ashamed that he hurriedly lowered his head and shrank back, trying to hide behind the crowd.
But as a celebrity, even though he tried his best to hide, he was still discovered by the soldiers at the first time.
His military uniform was really conspicuous in the crowd.
The soldiers pointed at Amu, and they all grinned and laughed.
"Isn't this the lucky Amu?"
"His brain was caught in the door?"
"Kowtowing to a steam engine is so ridiculous."
"It shouldn't be. Those common people are ignorant and don't care about a few things, but Amu should know?"
"According to my observation, he was kicked in the brain by a donkey."
"..."
Everyone pointed at Amu and ridiculed him, and they spoke loudly on purpose.
After hearing this, Amu blushed with shame and wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide. He would definitely be laughed at for the rest of his life.
At this moment, he felt someone lightly touch his shoulder and turned his head hurriedly.
Because he turned too quickly, he didn't take any precautions. In the next moment, he felt his lips being touched by a pair of soft lips.
Ammu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he saw a pair of watery eyes in front of him open in surprise. He could also vaguely smell the unique fragrance of a girl.
But it turned out that Erya was kneeling next to him, reaching out to explore him and wanting to talk to him, but she didn't expect that he would suddenly turn his head, so their lips happened to touch each other.
The jeers of the soldiers suddenly stopped~!
At this time, Erya had already stood up, gave the soldiers a fierce look, and then said eloquently: "Brother Amu, let's go."
After saying that, he stretched out his delicate hand, took Amu's hand, and walked out of the crowd. Then he held his head proudly, straightened his bulging chest, and walked straight past the soldiers.
Amu put his right hand on the brim of his hat and said hello to his colleagues. He only had time to show them the happy and contented expression on his face before he was immediately pulled away.
After a while, the soldiers finally reacted.
Someone cursed in a low voice: "What a fool~! It turns out that I am the fool~!"
"I bowed to the steam machine and picked up a pretty little wife. Grandma, isn't this price-performance ratio too high?"
"I'm so envious."
"Burn these heterosexuals~!" (It seems like someone said something strange.)
"%￥#!&～)&%"
"..."
Erya and Amu held hands and walked for a long time until the village chief Baal who was following them almost coughed out his lungs, and then the two reluctantly separated.
Village Chief Baer glared at his daughter with a dark face, and then led everyone to continue walking forward.
At this time, everyone had arrived at the commercial street of the port area.
Since this place is not too far from the base of War Fortress, from time to time there will be drones whizzing past in the sky.
Amu was very worried about this, fearing that his father-in-law would do something stupid again, such as running to worship this god of dust like he did just now.
What surprised him was that the village chief Baer only looked at the war fortress flying in the sky with some curiosity, and did not do anything out of the ordinary.
This is actually very easy to understand. Because things like war fortresses are not mysterious, and the biggest reason why Baal Village Chief worships the Steam Machine God is out of a herd mentality. Since others are worshiping, it doesn’t matter if no one is there.
Bye, if you do this yourself, you will obviously be regarded as a fool by others.
Although Chief Baer is ignorant, he is not stupid. He would not do such a thing.
At this time, the commercial street was extremely lively, with busy traffic and constant flow.
Boys from various shops stood at the door, all shouting at the top of their lungs.
The products displayed in the shops are also dazzling and dazzling.
Therefore, as soon as they entered here, everyone immediately felt that their eyes were not full.
At this time, Amu pointed to a five-story building in the distance and said: "Uncle Barr, I don't have enough money with me. Let's go to the bank first." (To be continued. If you
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