In an instant, Master Suiguang, who subconsciously expressed all the thoughts in his heart, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, causing Fu Xiao to chuckle out loud.

The Chuyao battleship is still sailing, and as it gradually enters the south, there are more mobile battleships and mobile cities that can be seen.

The continent of Aion is quite large, and in terms of the surface area, it is even larger than the earth.

It’s even more so if you count as Shanghai.

On such a vast land, there are many dangerous beasts and monsters. If you do not rely on huge armed merchant ships as a channel for communication, ordinary small caravans may be swallowed up by darkness as long as they leave the villages and towns.

Even fully armed villages and towns may disappear overnight.

Whether it is natural disasters, wild beasts, or human hearts, they are too dark... Therefore, there is a mobile city that moves endlessly and pursues light.

Every mobile city has its own fixed operating trajectory, with its subordinate fixed villages and towns as resource points, as the core of an area, revitalizing the entire civilized ecology.

Of course, there are also mobile mineral cities that are cultivated in the mountains and mined in the wilderness, but that kind of city is extremely rare, and only large empires have this kind of productivity.

In short, most mobile cities are difficult to be self-sufficient and must rely on the resource supply of fixed villages.

If you want to develop or make some changes, you need to trade and trade with each other: this has also led to the prosperity of commerce. The latest technology is definitely not used in the army, but in merchant ships.

Of course, Su Zhou did not have much currency, and he was the de facto leader of the Chuyao Ship. If he wanted to maintain the needs of the entire Chuyao Ship and Xiguang Orphanage, he would need a lot of supplies.

[Professor, I need some alchemy equipment and materials - you know, I am an alchemist, and even to maintain my body, I need these things.]

This was Master Sui Guang's direct request. He showed Su Zhou his already rusty joints and curved mechanical skeletons.

Some of the structures were made by Su Zhou himself.

This is a reasonable request, Su Zhou agreed.

"Mr. Svedre, although the Chuyao ship is well protected, it still needs a thorough self-inspection to operate normally - you should understand the resources and tools needed in it, right?"

Su Zhou certainly understood. He stared at him helplessly and smiled, as if he was imagining the dawn of the age alchemy tools, and then took out the list: "Although, you have too many supplies - and why should you purchase twelve source stone cannons? Its power is really hard to compliment."

"Comparison of the technologies of civilized armed forces in multiple epochs! This is also a must!"

It is difficult for men to understand the so-called persistence of the Silver Fairy with no idea of ​​weapons, but he regards it as a manifestation of the uneasiness coming to a new era, so he agrees.

If you need supplies, you need to buy or exchange them.

But the money is far from enough.

Professor Svetre is not poor. He is not poor at raising an orphanage, but the materials required by Suiguang and Dawn cost nearly one million imperial coins, which is not something that can be transformed.

Just when Su Zhou had really thought about whether he needed to find a noble who was rich and unkind to rob him, Sui Guang told him about information.

According to him, this period of recent times is the "end of the year auction" period before the New Year in the South. Major chambers of commerce in the coastal capital will take out treasures for auction for the atmosphere of the New Year Festival.

This is the biggest commercial carnival around the entire Nanyang area.

Now is the best time to obtain treasures or take advantage of some rare supplies.

Similarly, if you want to get a quick money, just bring the 'treasure'.

Su Zhou has always been short of treasures - what he is best at is turning waste into treasures.

This time, what Su Zhou planned to send it to auction in the name of Master Suiguang was the perfect metal he produced himself.

Perfect metal transformed with the accuracy of the fairy and metal capacity is the most perfect precision instrument material and the basic material of various high-end armor. Su Zhou believes that this will definitely cause eye-catching merchants at auction and bring a lot of resources to the Chuyao ship.

As for why it is a businessman with vision... because a businessman without vision can either not see the importance of perfect metal, or think Su Zhou is easy to bully and intends to force him to rob him without giving money.

Then there is nothing to say.

The warship was sailing, and the destination was ahead, the coastal capital in the south.

With the eyes of the extraordinary, you can vaguely see the popular smoke columns rising from the sea in the distance, as well as the giant ships in the sea that shine with the light of source energy.

Prosper, prosper, and... very little malice.

It was a city that was completely different from Evande City.

"Can demonized people also live in commercial cities that are equal to ordinary people..."

Looking at all this, Su Zhou chuckled and said to himself: "I'm quite looking forward to it."

They are coming.

...

The humid air along the southern coast is not eye-catching on weekdays, until the arrival of winter makes it a cold tentacle, climbing onto the exposed skin and spreading deep into the human neck.

When Seneca woke up from the cabin of Chuyao ship, he coughed, and then subconsciously raised his hand and touched his left eye because of a numb and itchy feeling.

The touch that should have been like a rock changed, and a faint matte feeling came, like touching rough sandpaper. Although it was still difficult to touch, it could be considered soft.

Even because of the southern air, the sandpaper-like skin seems to feel a little wet.

Seneca never likes moisture or rain. Before being adopted by Professor Svetre, he had been living with his single mother in a small town next to a lake on the edge of the southern border. His life was not comfortable, but he was not poor either.

The drought a few years ago exhausted the lake. The rich and landlords in the village fled in a hurry. There were only a few people left in the village. Even the wandering hungry people were too lazy to come to the obviously dilapidated and empty town to plunder. So Seneca hid in the village with his beautiful singing mother, feeding on the morning dew he collected and some mud-water insects silted at the bottom of the lake.

Survival is always difficult, and two people depend on each other for their own lives. Such days are actually not more poor and even more self-reliant than usual singing.

Seneca didn't feel sad about such a day, and even felt quite free and happy. He ran in the empty streets with a smile, while his mother stood at the door of the house, smiling and watching all this.

Until a rain, a heavy rain.

The impact of the natural disaster was blown away by the strong typhoon breath. The fine dust and yellow sand floating in the air were knocked down by the rain, and the dust fog suspended in the air turned into mud and water in the rising water vapor. Everyone's dry and wrinkled skin began to become wet again, and muddy rivers appeared again on the ground, eventually sinking the originally dry lake with dirty mud and water.

The rich and landlords returned at the same time as the rain and strong winds.

The years-long drought ended and the land became valuable again. Naturally, these people could not give up their wealth, so they returned. They were angry that their property was ravaged by natural disasters and refugees, and they realized that the Seneca family was not dead, so they began to vent their anger on the powerless child and a weak woman.

In the final analysis, it is just a demonized person.

In order to protect her children, Seneca's mother used her magical ability. Her beautiful singing voice made everyone feel lost, but as long as the singing stopped, the effect would end.

The woman used her eyes to signal her child to escape quickly, and the singing was still clearly heard until Seneca left the village.

Mother died - the drought did not make Seneca an orphan, but a rain and ugly human heart killed his mother.

Moreover, the town is abandoned and the source energy pollution caused by natural disasters will take more than ten years to eliminate. Although those people can wait for more than ten years, they still have industries elsewhere, so they naturally shifted their targets.

Gradually, the villages and towns that were originally prosperous became ghosts with only a few families living in them.

This is also the fate that all fixed villages in the Aion world will inevitably usher in.

As long as you experience a natural disaster, all wealth and meaning will disappear, people will dissipate, and even memories will be completely erased, dissipated in the whistling of rain and wind.

Seneca, who escaped a disaster, wandered around the abandoned villages and towns. His demonized source energy and outstanding survival ability allowed him to live alone, just like during the drought, but compared to that time, he no longer knew where his home and return was on this land, and even living seemed meaningless.

After that, a white-haired professor came here.

It was still a heavy rain that day. The old man originally wanted to come here to visit an old friend, an old master who should live in seclusion here, but sighed regretfully because of the abandonment of the village.

Seneca vaguely had some impression of the monster old man who could distribute candies, so he took the initiative to show up and went to the mage's grave with the surprised old man.

The marks on the tomb are still clear, and the name and life are also detailed. Seneca saw the tall white-haired professor standing in front of the tombstone, allowing the rain to soak the robe and clothes. The old man closed his eyes tightly, but water dripped on his cheeks.

He cried out for some reason, but Yan Hua's left face was numb and even tears could not flow out.

Afterwards, he was adopted by Professor Svetre and became the eldest brother of Xiguang Orphanage.

Seneca, the oldest and most mature, has always been the one who takes care of his children. He inherited his mother's beauty and the ability of a father who doesn't know where he is, whether he is a life or a death. His blood is close to rain and water, but every heavy rain will make him recall painful memories of the past.

"Brother Seneca, are you laughing?"

And at this moment, the child who was already considered a teenager heard a familiar voice.

Seneca raised his head and saw Loa's clear blue pupils, like gems, and the sharp diamond pupils were the characteristics of the elf.

But Loya did not have the natural elegance that the elf blood should have. He could only see a silly and stupid angrily from the little guy's face: "What happy things are you thinking about? Is it the rice noodles steamed pork from yesterday? The dean rarely cooks, but he didn't expect that he cooks so delicious!"

Of course, Loya is not stupid. On the contrary, he is very smart, even too smart. Among all people in the past, only Loya could fully understand all the knowledge the professor said. He was like a sponge, and as long as Professor Svetre taught, he could absorb what he could.

But it doesn't prevent him from being stupid in emotional intelligence.

“…I just wanted to eat.”

Upset speechlessly, Seneca stretched out his finger and bounced the white-haired boy's head, causing the other party to sit on the ground with a rant.

He sat cross-legged on his bed, changed his clothes in anger and said, "What are you doing to wake me up? Isn't it a rest time today? It's only seven in the morning, right?"

"It was the professor who said, today I'm looking for me, you and Gasha have something to do!"

The squad stood up with his forehead aggrievedly. When Loya spoke the professor's words, he subconsciously imitated his serious tone: "Loya, please come and tell them to come to my room at half past eight."

“…Okay.”

Sighing, Seneca, who had already changed her clothes, got up and he took care of his hair: "Where is Gasha?"

"……I'm here."

With the sound, a black-haired, golden-eyed dragon-man boy slowly walked out of the shadow of the door.

Seneca couldn't help but look at him sideways.

It is a good thing that Gasha and Loya are always inseparable. After all, only children like Gasha who are taciturn and precocious and overprone can watch Loya.

The other party's talent is indeed outstanding. The professor also sighed that he was just an alchemist and it was difficult for him to realize the extraordinary potential in Gasha's body.

If Gasha was not a demonized person, he would definitely send him to the sect of a great knight to carry out orthodox practice.
To be continued...