Juliana’s workshop Chapter 62: Go to church

　　 Lulunaka’s ride in the downwind carriage did not go straight to where she wanted to go. When the carriage that was sitting on was going to the road in different directions, she jumped from behind the carriage, and the driver who left the carriage did not know that she had a carriage with a small guest. When leaving, Lulu Naka left a fresh flower at the end of the carriage. When sending flowers to the woman who gave the bread, she also took out the same flowers. God knows where she is hiding the flowers with dewdrops in her body, and it seems that they are not just two flowers. Look like. If Lulu Naka becomes a little girl selling flowers, then her trick of taking out flowers out of thin air may bring her a lot of business for customers who like to watch novel things.

　　 “Thank you, a little flower, I hope it will bring you a happy mood when you see it.” Lulunaka waved to the carriage that was going away and said goodbye to the coachman who had been unaware. Then Lulunaka looked around, and it seemed that she had left the expatriate area and came to the central residential area. The residential area is the center of the King’s Fort, and other areas surround it. Whether it is the port area or the expatriate area, or the slum area close to the city gate, or the church area and the palace area, they all border this residential area. .

　　The premise is that the King’s Fort that Lulunaka knows has not changed due to the passage of time. Looking at the surrounding buildings, Lulunaka believes that she has not made a mistake. This place should be part of a residential area, not another place. The roads have changed significantly. The densely paved roads made the area look more beautiful, and it is convenient for transportation, and it also prevents the roads from becoming muddy due to rain. In the buffer zone between the diaspora area and the residential area, the road conditions are not so good. The dirt road is like a boundary, separating the diaspora area and the residential area. It is as if the residents of these two places have also drawn a boundary in their hearts, clearly divided into two kinds of people.

　　Lulunaka turned her little head and looked around. No matter what changes in this city, she believes that only the residents of this city will not change. After scanning for a while, she felt that her judgment was not wrong, everything would change, but the human mind, even if thousands of years passed, there might not be any change.

　　 “I’m relieved to see that you haven’t changed much.” Lulunaka whispered, walking by the side of the road, observing the moving residents and the shops that opened. “Even the dead things in this place have been changed beyond recognition. Fortunately, people have not changed…but this is also a very regrettable place.”

　　 Everyone Lulunaka can see has a peaceful or anxious expression on his face. Some people are chatting with others with a relaxed and happy expression, and some people are arguing with others with anger on their faces. There were women holding crying children, old men on crutches, and young men with swords and leather armor. They just didn’t know whether he was an adventurer or a mercenary.

　　Lulunaka was walking on the road and bought some cooked food at the mobile stall on the side. Lulunaka got two long breads and some warm meat sauce. The long bread was packed in a bag, and Lulunaka held the paper bag and poured the white meat sauce on the bread. For a petite girl, this breakfast might be more sumptuous and luxurious, but for Lulunaka, it might be just enough to fill her stomach. Lulunaka broke open the hot bread and stuffed it into her mouth as she walked, and the sauce fell on her fingers and the corners of her mouth. There are no pieces of meat in the meat sauce, even minced meat is rare, but this fragrant sauce makes Lulunaka enjoy it.

　　 While Lulunaka was eating, she heard the bell. It was a long bell that rang three times.

　　 The surrounding residents heard the bell. Although they had different reactions, most of them made a cross on their chests, holding their hands together, and chanting prayers in their mouths.

　　The prayer words vary from person to person, but no matter how they are different, they are actually the same for Lulunaka.

What’s the difference between 　　The City of Gods and Other Cities? Not only the city walls that have never been broken by foreign enemies, those once magnificent squares, but also because the residents of this city have more devout beliefs—or, you can call them, fanaticism.

　　 Only Lulunaka did not respond, walking among the praying crowd. She looked up at the place where the bell came from. That is a clock tower, standing among the residents’ buildings, it looks so different. The big clock at the top of the clock tower will shake, letting the chimes spread everywhere. It is not the only one. Such bell towers can be seen everywhere in King’s Castle. It is not only the bell of worship, but also can be used as a watch tower. Lulunaka knows very well that this watch tower is not used to deal with enemies, but to deal with possible changes in the city: rebellion, riots, famine, plague…

　　 Among the passing crowd, only Lulunaka looked up at the tower where the bell rang. She turned her head and waved to the tower, still holding the torn bread in her mouth, “Good morning to you too, tall man.”

　　 She turned her head back, and continued to walk forward, “I hope your waist can continue to be straight for hundreds of years…but you probably can’t change your voice, it sounds irritating.”

　　 No one can hear Lulunaka’s self-talk, no one cares, and no one thinks that she is talking about a tower.

　　 Carriage after carriage passed by Lulunaka, as well as the riders on tall horses. Lulunaka didn’t rush to choose her next means of transportation, and walked on the side of the road, letting the sound of the wheels, the shouts of the rider and the driver pass by her ears. When another carriage was passing by, Lulu Naka jumped up, clinging to the edge of the carriage, and stepped on the wooden planks protruding from the chassis under her feet.

　　 But this time she was not as lucky as the last time. The man driving the carriage soon discovered that there was an unexpected guest on the carriage. “What are you doing, little girl?”

　　 “Sir, can you give me a ride?”

　　 “Nothing in the world is free.” The coachman said, but judging from his appearance, he didn’t really intend to drive Lulunaka off.

　　 “But flowers and smiles are free, sir.” Lulunaka took a flower out of her arms and threw it at the man. The flowers were firmly inserted in the man’s ear, which surprised him. Holding the slippery thing near his ear in his hand, the man smiled. “Where are you going?”

　　 “If you are going to the cathedral, then we will drop by, sir.”

　　”Then we will travel together for at least half of the journey.” The man smiled, “Sit down in the back, little girl.”

　　 “Thank you very much, kind sir.”

　　 While Lulunaka was sitting on the carriage swaying her head, Julius was sitting in a small alley somewhere at the foot of the wall, her head downcast. He returned alone to the rat road where Pasta had brought him yesterday~IndoMTL.com~ After coming here with great energy, Julius didn’t know what to do. Yesterday, the money was cheated and stolen. If you want to get it back, it is probably just a waste of effort. It is better to think of ways to solve the food problem these days. But the environment and atmosphere of this rat road made him really lack the courage to walk out of this alley again and face those various eyes and looks-for Julius, many of the eyes and expressions he couldn’t understand. , But I can feel that it is not a beautiful thing, it is like something cultivated in the dark, exuding a rancid sweet smell.

　　 It is obviously daytime, but there is no sky, white clouds and sun above my head, only a dirty ceiling. The rat path is underground, connecting the sewer and the ground. In this dim place, although the light is not isolated from the space, it penetrates into every brick, leaving only a tiny light.

　　 Julius sighed, and his stomach rang unconvincingly. He put his head on his knees and looked at the dirty floor beside his feet. In my ears are all kinds of noisy sounds coming in from outside, cursing, screaming, and those soft, heart-pounding women’s voices.

　　 At this time, a pair of small feet appeared before his eyes. He looked up and saw a little girl. The little girl was very thin, she looked less than ten years old, dressed in tattered clothes, barefoot, with disheveled hair, all dirty, and she couldn’t see her face at all. This is a child who knows exactly what she is from, and Julius knows better—because he used to be such a person.

　　 The two looked at each other for a long time, and the little girl handed Julius a half-eaten biscuit, “Are you hungry?”

　　 Julius hasn’t answered yet, his stomach rang again.