Mysterious Tribulation

Glaston.

From the dock area, you can see a built track leading directly to the huge walled city not far away.

"It gives the impression... the military pressure in the colony is very high."

Aaron raised his hand to block the fierce sunlight.

After seeing the situation on the street clearly, a sense of the times alternating between the old and the new comes to my face.

A blond, blue-eyed gentleman in a tuxedo and a bowler hat, a lady in a skirt...

Brown skinned, a headdress made of richly colored feathers, a native aboriginal with very little fabric...

Black slaves with dark skin, white paint on their faces, and all kinds of weird patterns on their bodies...

There are also darker features, with fusion features, mixed-race guards in red uniforms and white trousers...

The ignorant old wizards peddled all kinds of magical potions on the streets.

The railways criss-crossed, billowing white smoke billowing from the steam engine, constantly pulling goods from the dock.

Backwardness and ignorance, mystery and science, savagery and capital... organically blended together, making Aaron feel that he had come to the concession of the old times in his previous life.

He glanced at the bone-eyed old wizard, and secretly began to think:

'South Indonesia has a unique style of mysterious inheritance, using feathers, gems, and bones as materials to perform witchcraft with peculiar effects... Their beliefs are also very chaotic, all kinds of natural spirits, totems, evil gods... There are all kinds of things. ’

‘The main language here is voodoo, at least the local Beyonders and the high-level indigenous people know it. As for the local languages ​​of the various native countries, there are at least hundreds of them, and it would be a waste of time to learn them one by one. ’

Walking on the streets that are not clean and tidy, because of Aaron's attire, he attracted a lot of awe-inspiring eyes.

Moreover, he did see some bold indigenous girls looking at him curiously, but it was definitely not a seduction like winking.

It's just that the fabric on their bodies is very small, it is easy to cause misunderstanding, or... crime!

"It seems that the first thing I have to do is to find a place to settle down."

"To do this, you must first find a well-informed place."

Aaron thought about it, found a bar on the street, and went in.

The bar has a thatched roof and a short western cowboy door that looks inside from the outside.

It was daytime, and there were not many people in the bar.

As soon as Aaron entered it, he attracted a lot of attention, but he didn't care and went directly to the bar.

Behind the bar is a spirited white male bartender who looks in his fifties or sixties, with a face that has been weathered by the vicissitudes of life. Every wrinkle and scar seems to embody the wisdom of life.

He glanced at Aaron up and down: "There's a big ship docked in the dock area today, new here?"

Aaron sat down on the high stool at the bar and nodded affirmatively, "Bring me something to drink."

"Hey... newcomer, the first cup of old Martin has been invited. This is a local speciality of Wagerscher!"

Old Martin quickly mixed a glass of sparkling wine for Aaron. In the transparent glass, there were colorful pulp and ice cubes, which looked quite rich.

"Thanks."

Aaron took a sip, feeling sour and sweet, very refreshing, especially as it seemed to have swept away the heat of the sun outside.

He put down the wine glass and threw a silver shilling: "Tell me what you need to pay attention to here?"

Old Martin picked up the silver shilling and whistled: "Guest, you should not be those desperate exiles or adventurers, you don't need to do that kind of dangerous things, as long as we are within the radiation area of ​​the castle, we are the best! Even the serfs and criminals of the lowest status in the country are higher here than those of the natives."

He smiled wickedly, showing his yellow and black teeth: "You can do anything to the natives, remember, anything! No matter what happens, the colonial governor and the army will always be on our side. Yes, we are 'our own people'!"

"Sounds like an adventurer's paradise." Aaron said noncommittally: "What about outside? I heard that there are many guys who made a fortune in the capital."

"Haha... Of course there are people who make money. As long as you can transport things to the depths of the mainland and find those tribes hidden in the tropical rainforest, they lack everything! A box of matches can be exchanged for a piece of gold! But... there There are also many cannibals, beasts, plagues, monsters, curses, relics... Behind every successful gold digger, I don't know how many bones are buried." Old Martin explained with a sigh.

"I'm not afraid of this, I have a gun and some good abilities..." Aaron deliberately showed a confident look.

"Oh? It looks like... you are a mysterious person?" Old Martin wiped the glass without any surprise. Obviously, Beyonders are no big deal here.

"Very good... It seems that this is indeed a good place to study occultism." Aaron nodded and seemed very satisfied: "Do you know of any occult markets nearby? I can bid for this information!"

"You don't need~www.wuxiamtl.com~ You go to Lucy Street, where many shops are related to the mystery...and when certain festivals come, the 'wizards' among the natives will also hold regular gatherings outside the city walls... But beware of them, their 'witchcraft' is more secretive and more dangerous!" Old Martin warned.

"Oh? What can those wizards do?" Aaron was interested and asked casually.

"They can use herbs and insects to tinker with all kinds of secret medicines with strange effects... and even feed warriors who are not afraid of pain and have infinite strength..."

"They can enslave souls and cast curses..."

"They can revive the dead and turn them into mindless 'revived corpses'..."

"They can even communicate with evil totems and natural spirits, and perform large-scale destructive witchcraft..."

Old Martin warned earnestly: "Don't think that there are no strong people among the natives, or they can't stop us for so long just based on geography."

''Red' and 'Ming'...'

Aaron's heart moved: 'Maybe there is a 'secret'... After all... According to Motula's intelligence, the Sisui will focus on South Indonesia. ’

"Besides that, I also need a temporary home that is safe, clean, quiet...I like being undisturbed."

Aaron flipped his fingertips, flowing with the brilliance of gold pounds.

Old Martin's throat rolled, and his eyes were a little straight: "The Moonlight Hotel must meet your needs, so I'll let someone take you there!"

He whistled, and immediately from the door came a bare-footed, brown-skinned boy with only a strip of cloth dangling from his waist.

"Ani... I usually call him Ani!" Old Martin explained to Aaron, then turned his head: "Take this guest to the Moonlight Hotel! This copper penny is yours!"