Bright Era

I am a kind person, a pure person, an upright person, a just person, a compassionate person, a broad-minded person, a fraternity and compassionate person, an upright and pure person, a purely good person A recognized unblemished person.

It can be said that all the human virtues are concentrated in me!

-"Lin Qi's narrative"

The recovery is in the winter and night of 1465.

The cold wind from the far north Oding Icefield blew over Wudalian Island and invaded the western continent. Berely, the capital of the Seventh Empire of Gaul, shivered in the cold wind under the night, and the streets and lanes were rare. Occasionally, imperial Royal Dragoons wearing short black cloaks and armed with silver spears rode them, and the crisp sound of horse hooves made some creatures that appear in the night uneasy.

The cold wind is like a whip in the hands of a giant, lashing the entire city fiercely. Most of the urban area is immersed in deep darkness, and all the citizens who follow the rules have already gone to sleep with the howling of the wind at this moment.

However, heading west from the central Victory Palace in Berriley, passing the Champs Elysées known as the "Pearl of the Mainland", following the Green Avenue and Baihe Avenue to the end of Fleet Avenue, there is a large area of ​​brightly lit buildings. From the First University, the Second University to the Fifth University, the Imperial Army College, the Naval Academy and the School of Architecture, the Imperial College of Administration and the Berley Seminary, dozens of highly specialized colleges gather here. This is the'Breilly University City' that attracts the attention of the entire continent.

Thirty years ago, the one-hundred-year land-island war ended quietly after exhausting the last vigour of the western continent. The sun king Saint Louis XIII, who emerged in the middle and late stages of the war, was a rare British lord. As the main battlefield of the Land-Island War, the Seventh Empire of Gaul received huge economic aid from European countries after the war. With these aids, Saint Louis XIII vigorously developed education and built this university city unprecedented in European history in just thirty years.

In just thirty years, countless elite talents have been cultivated here, which has supplied a steady stream of fresh blood to the empty empire after the war. Under the impetus of these elites, the huge empire occupies the westernmost part of the continent like a awakened lion, and the powerful national power makes the entire continent tremble.

This is the best era of the empire and the worst era of the empire. This is the most aggressive era of the empire and the most extravagant and corrupt era of the empire.

The lights flickered in various buildings in the university town. Some people were studying hard in the teaching building and library. From time to time, the sound of horses neighing and the collision of guns were heard in the school grounds of several military academies. There are continuous high-pitched and ear-piercing metal percussions that stimulate people's eardrums at any time.

In this era of lack of night entertainment, ordinary citizens would go to bed and rest at night, but in the university town, such a lively scene will not gradually stop until 12 o'clock in the night. The huge university town is like a vibrant heart, where youth and passion are brewing and fermenting, and elite students are accumulating strength and enthusiasm for the future of the empire.

But just as there are always shadows under the sun, there are always three or five unusual characters in such a enthusiastic university town.

Just as his classmates were fighting for the rise of the empire, Lin Qi swaggered out of the gate of the Fifth University. He looked gloomy. Several senior students on duty at the school gate saw his stiff face and turned their heads at the same time, as if they hadn't seen this third-year student of accounting who had left the college in violation of the night ban.

Lin Qi just completed his eighteen-year-old adult ceremony last month. He has been studying in the School of Finance and Accounting of the Fifth University for three full years. With black hair, dark eyes, and yellow skin, he has a typical oriental appearance. But unlike ordinary Easterners, Lin Qi has a stature no less than the strongest young man in the Western Continent, and his height and shoulder width are much larger than ordinary people.

However, as commented by outsiders, all college students majoring in accounting at Berreley Fifth University are parasites of the empire. Lin Qi is full of nutrients without exception, and his sturdy body is even a bit bloated. When he walked, he looked like a bear from a distance that had just awakened from hibernation, and he was very eye-catching.

Enzo stood on the corner of the street opposite the Fifth University, hiding most of his body under the cover of an acacia tree. He wore the most popular three-cornered hat with a wide brim and gold rim, and a short brown cloak in the same style as the most popular dragoon, and a pair of tights made of black satin from the East. Staying on his long legs clearly highlighted the angular muscles on his legs. There is no doubt that this kind of tights made of black satin is also the most popular style of Berrily in the past three months.

The strong chewing muscles drive the gums to forcefully squeeze the mixture of tobacco and betel nut. The strong stimulating taste makes Enzo's energy vigorous. Just like his hat, cloak and tights, chewing a mixture of tobacco and betel nuts is also a fashion trend that has only recently become popular among the lower and middle classes in Berriley.

Seeing Lin Qi walking out slowly like a big bear, Enzo hurriedly spit out scarlet saliva on the ground and blew a depressed whistle. He leaned out half of his body from behind the big tree and waved to Lin Qi, "Boss, here, here!"

As he greeted Lin Qi, Enzo tightened a roll of black cloth in his left hand. The four-foot-long black cloth roll was tightly wrapped, and Enzo touched it from time to time. Even when he was greeting Lin Qi, he would look around vigilantly from time to time.

Lin Qi also looked around. He walked quickly across the street, his sturdy figure submerged in the shadow of the acacia tree.

Taking a look at Enzo's chiseled face by the light from a distance, Lin Qi squeezed the black cloth curled under his arm. Under the thick black cloth is a hard metal object. The unique touch and shape proves that it is what I need inside. Lin Qi grinned silently, stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

Enzo nodded, he took out a lump of tobacco and betel nut mixture into his mouth, carefully looked to the left and right, and walked quickly to the north along the street against the root of the wall. There was no sound when the sturdy and tall Enzo walked. He buckled his waist and appeared in the shadows like a ghost from time to time.

Lin Qi looked back at the fourth graders standing in front of the school, smiled silently, and also embellished Enzo without making a sound. The two were separated by nearly fifty meters one after the other. They specially selected those complicated winding alleys to walk through. After a short while, they left the brightly lit university town and came to the northern old town in the most chaotic city of Berrely. .

When passing a certain gate in a certain unnamed alley, Lin Qi learned a few meows in a weird manner.

The courtyard door opened silently, and four sturdy figures joined the small team. They followed Lin Qi a dozen meters behind, embracing Enzo unhurriedly and moving forward.

To the north of Berrily, the mighty Seine River is flowing silently. The thin ice collided with each other on the surface of the river that was more than ten miles wide, making an inaudible, crisp sound. Along the river bank, dozens of artificial piers stick out like arms. This is the dock area in the northern part of Berlay. It is also the most disconcerting chaotic area in Berlay, where all villains and villains gather.

In the northernmost part of the quayside, near the confluence of the Seine and Mana rivers, there is an old tavern.

From the narrow and muddy road up, through several broken steps, the main entrance of the tavern is two heavy stone slabs covered with mottled paint and greasy dirt. There are two huge flowerpots on the left and right by the door of the tavern, which are planted with a few dry and dead young saplings. A dead mouse is tied to a branch on the left, and a poisonous snake is hanging from a branch on the right. Bones.

A black lacquered wooden board was hung crookedly on the stone gate, and only with all your eyes can you barely see the messy writing on the wooden board-the lame shop!

Entering the stone door, there is a big flat field in front of the tavern, and two rows of stone houses on the left side of the flat field. At this moment, there are sturdy big men sleeping in it. They may be wandering sailors at the wharf, movers at the wharf, gatekeepers of certain warehouses, or heroes who make a living in the wharf area. The dull snoring sound reverberated in the wide stone house. From time to time, someone said a few dreams and made a thick and low laugh.

On the right side of the flat field is a row of cattle pens, and nearly a hundred cows and horses are standing quietly gnawing on the few dead grass. Some rudimentary flatbed carts and four-wheeled carriages were parked in a mess near the livestock stables, and several carriages that looked inconspicuous but were very particular about materials and craftsmanship were parked there.

The front of Pingchang is facing the gate and is a three-story stone building. The dim lights flickered in the stone buildings, making these stone buildings even more gloomy. On the right side of the stone building, there is a stone step that extends underground. Walk down this stone step for a few meters and you will reach an underground tavern.

The three-story stone building on the ground is an inn attached to this tavern. As long as you can pay, even criminals wanted by the empire can find their most comfortable accommodation here. The underground tavern is the main business place for the boss here. Even if it is late at night, it is still brightly lit and full of people.

Going down the stone steps and pushing open a thick and old oak door, the hot wine rushes towards you, and you are almost rushing to somersault.

Behind the oak door is a huge bar large enough to hold hundreds of people. Leaning to the west is a row of wine cabinets, and a few gorgeous women are standing behind the wine cabinet, smiling presumptuously. A group of drunk drunks were lying on the wine cabinet, making fun of those women unscrupulously.

There is a round wooden table in the middle of the pub. Three girls with exposed clothes are twisting their bodies vigorously on the wooden table. Dozens of red-faced big men dance around the wooden table, shouting slogans in excitement, strong feet. Stomp on the rough stone ground fiercely, making a uniform loud noise. From time to time, a few excited men took out the shiny copper from their pockets and threw them on the wooden stage. The three dancers twisted their bodies frantically, their long hair flying around them, scarlet lips and shiny eyes. Unbounded heat was being released, and the young and hot carcass trembled, making the men almost explode with excitement.

The lame man was standing in the corner behind the wine cabinet, holding a huge copper wine glass in one hand and a white cloth in the other, wiping the cup with grinning teeth, wiping the inside and out of the cup to see others. He was holding a huge cigar smuggled from overseas, and a faint green smoke kept puffing out of his mouth.

The lame is the owner of the lame shop. Very few people know his original name, and everyone calls him the lame. Just like his father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather, and older ancestors, they are all called lame, and they are the owners of lame shops.

On the wall behind the wine cabinet, a two-foot-square portrait was hung on the wall that was in a mess. It was a sturdy man with a red cloth scarf on his head. His left hand was broken at the wrist. A sharp iron hook was attached to his wrist. The right hand was holding a machete. His left foot was chopped off at the knees and fitted with a piece of cast iron. Of prostheses. This big man has a fierce face, and a colorful parrot stands above his head.

The person in the portrait is the first-generation owner of the lame shop, that is, the ancestor of the lame who does not know more than several generations. Some people say that the first generation owner of the lame shop was an island leader who used to cross the three seas, but the lame has always told others that his ancestor was a well-behaved scholarly family.

A roar of laughter broke out in the tavern. There was a long oak table in the corner of the tavern. There was a big black-bearded man wearing a black cocked hat and a white skull badge the size of a thumb. He suddenly laughed and stood up and lifted it up. There is a wine glass the size of a human head.

"I wish the dead old Jack can rest in hell!"

Sitting around the oak table were more than twenty brawny men with bare chests, all of them rugged and savage. Everyone showed a **** and hideous vigor from his bones. They grinned and laughed loudly, raising their wine glasses and cheering. This is a group of thugs through and through. Every hair on their bodies is branded with the word ‘thug’.

The wine glasses collided with each other, and the pungent bad wine spilled all over the table. The big guys drink as much as they want, bragging and boasting, showing off their gains in the latest ‘big deal’. They bragged and bragged, so everyone in the tavern knew that they had just ransacked a sea boat, killed everyone on the boat, and all the goods on the boat had become their spoils.

A big deal with a rich harvest, the only loss was their old buddy, Jack, who unfortunately was stabbed in the lower abdomen.

He heavily placed the copper wine glass in his hand on the cup holder behind him, and the lame took another wine glass and wiped it vigorously. With a weird smile on his equally rough and fierce face, he yelled: "Good guys, welcome back, welcome you and remember my lovely lame shop. Drink and eat to your heart's content. I have prepared something for you. The hot girl will definitely meet all your requirements!"

The group of pirates sitting in the corner blew their whistle in excitement, and other guests in the tavern also made noises, alcohol and popularity permeated, and the air became more and more dirty.

The lame grinned in excitement, these **** who were begging for life at sea, most of their hard work eventually fell into his hands. He loves these guys with well-developed limbs and simple minds. He loves them to death. It is because of them that the wealth of the lame shop will increase.

At this moment, a copper bell jingled under the wine cabinet at the feet of the lame.

The crip was stunned, and he muttered in a low voice, "Is the kid here? What good stuff did he bring me this time?"

Putting down the wine glass and white cloth, the lame retreated into the shadow of the wine cabinet.

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