Blood tax

Chapter 252 Galadia and Griffith's Wonderland Adventure
"Griffith, what is this place? Who are they?"

The two walked through the chaotic crowd.Griffith's aura was like trampling on a garbage dump, scaring countless cockroaches into running around.Warmed by his body temperature and breath, Galadia slowly returned from her absence.

"The underground world of Canaan, these old maids seem to live here."

"What strange things are they taking!" Galadia found many vials left behind on the ground, "Look, they are everywhere."

Griffith picked one up and sniffed it.

terrazine, a very low concentration of terrazine.

This magical mixture can effectively relieve pain and symptoms of various diseases, and even improve mental power to a certain extent. Long-term use has a very small chance of creating extraordinary people.However, it is highly addictive, and users will have hallucinations, and even seriously damage the body and will. It is a controlled anesthetic.

The old maids gathered in this underground world are actually using this kind of anesthetic in large quantities.

Not only that, but there is still a light blue mist lingering on the top of the sewer.The magic that feeds the city hangs in the air here too.

"We're looking for a way out, it should be nearby." Griffith held the elf's hand tightly.

Galadia struggled a bit.But Griffith was very firm and didn't give her a chance to withdraw her hand at all.

Passing through the labyrinthine tunnels, the air is no longer as pure as it smells.A mixed smell of alcohol, sweat and other smells hits the face.

"There is a city here!" Galadia said in surprise.

The space here is more open.Layers of houses are built along stone steps and platforms, just like the kingdom built by dwarves under the snow-capped mountains in the story.The boatman rowed his boat and wandered in the small river of the sewer contentedly, and some important places even built simple bridges.

Small shops here and there were distributing food, white bread, jam, mashed potatoes, salad greens, bacon and apples, and some tea and drinks.Lots of elderly men and women lined up to get their share, and not much more.The people who distribute them dress decently and do not make any statistics. It seems that it doesn't matter who wants to get it, and how many times they want to get it.

A scent that is incompatible with the environment wafts from the huts along the street deeper.Crowds of diners lined up, listened to the yelling of the boss, and then found a seat to sit in the finally vacated place, snorting and eating food such as vermicelli, small ribs and chicken feet.

The masters here are no longer those old maids.All kinds of human beings walk around, and even elves shuttle among them.They found some human money transactions, and almost no one used Canaan's exquisite psionic crystals.

"I'd like a robe," whispered Galadia Lara, pulling on her own skirt.Many passing men glanced at her long fair legs.

Griffith casually bought a lavender burqa from a small shop on the side, put it on the elf, and pulled the hood for her.I have to say that although this is only a cheap item for 5 silver lang, Galadia still looks good in it.

He wrapped the thin-dressed girl in a burqa, feeling a little more at ease.Then, he was attracted by the tangy fragrance around him.This smell goes straight to the soul like a long-lost old friend, and it is simply irresistible.Griffith felt extremely hungry, and all his taste buds twitched violently.

The two of them slipped out shortly after the party started, before they had time to eat anything.Now smelling this aroma makes me feel very hungry.

"Let's go see what's eating there, neither of us had a good dinner," Griffith said, pulling up the hem of his burqa to grab Galadia's hand.

Miss Elf jumped up in fright, but this time she didn't struggle, and walked forward obediently being held by the hand.

Every store here seems to be full, and the diners don't waste time. They leave immediately after eating without delay.If they refused to leave, the fierce-looking human boss and boss wife would growl with kitchen knives.

Griffith suddenly noticed that there were guests leaving a restaurant, so he immediately pulled Galadia and squeezed past.

This store is also broken, from the name of the store to the menu, there are almost no complete texts in a few places.However, a very tempting aroma wafted from the kitchen, making it hard to imagine that the small shop is less than five meters away from the sewer creek emitting a faint stench.

"We want..." Griffith raised his head and tried to identify the menu, but he couldn't understand it, and he didn't know the names of the dishes.Galadia also joined in.But the menu was a mix of Terran, Elvish, and Dwarf, who knows what.

"Okay, okay," the proprietress, who is as strong as a mountain monster, waved her hand, "Go and sit down there. The little girl has a bad complexion, beautiful collagen pot, chicken feet, steamed pork ribs with black bean sauce, and baked shrimp with plums , Two bowls of rice, go and go, don't waste time."

The two retreated obediently, and as soon as they sat down at the table, the proprietress yelled again: "Sit side by side, don't two people occupy the seats of four people."

Galadia jumped up as if her tail had been stepped on, and sat obediently beside Griffith, putting her hand in his palm for him to hold.

The back kitchen served the dishes quickly, and several dishes were brought up in a blink of an eye.Galadia took a sip, her eyes lit up immediately, and she began to eat in big mouthfuls.I don’t know which poor animal was used as the victim of the ribs here. The delicious and hot soup will splash out after one bite, and people can’t help but plan a big mouthful of rice.

These are rare dishes in Baiyelan, and I don't know who invented them and how they spread.

The meat of the baked flower shrimp is firm and full of fragrance. The mixture of plum, green onion and garlic and shrimp juice is really endless aftertaste.

As for the beauty collagen pot, it is absolutely speechless. It looks like a thick soup, but it is refreshing and sweet, without any deliberately fresh taste. When it rolls down the throat, it brings incomparable satisfaction and fulfillment.

The loss and unhappiness that enveloped the two of them dissipated like smoke.

"It's so delicious!" Galadia praised, the depression just now was gone, and there was only happiness in the eyes looking at Griffith.

Yes, very tasty, infinitely better than the food in the distribution center.While the chocolate and yoghurt are good, the food that requires careful cooking shows a gap.

"I didn't even know there was such a place in Canaan," Galadia pointed to the top of her head, "This is a sewer, how can they bear it?"

"The most urgent thing is to find an exit first, so you can't be lost for too long." Griffith looked around after eating and drinking, and took the elf's hand to find a way out on a slope where people were coming and going.

"But but, don't you think there is a big problem here? It's like a small kingdom in a closet," the elf hugged his arm tightly, completely adapted to the state of being led, and was no longer afraid of strangers , the soft voice asked curiously, "Do you want to report them?"

There was a plump and elastic touch on the arm that made people feel happy, and Griffith ignored her, hoping that this sewer would never end.

The two walked past a food stand.Behind the long table, there were obvious human appearances, but the half-elf with half-long pointed ears held up a bag of bread and apples and greeted them: "Hey, brother, do you want some apples?"

"Just had enough." Griffith smiled and shook his head.

"Do you want to open a room? Go inside." The stall owner glanced at the girl holding Griffith's arm, but did not see the pointed ears covered by the hood.

"Not only food, but also a place to live?" Galadia asked curiously.

"The room requires money, but it can be calculated by the hour," the stall owner said casually, "it can also be calculated by half an hour!"

"It's such a flexible mechanism, it's very convenient for travelers," Galadia praised, and grabbed Griffith and asked, "Let's go in and see how we live here! I'm curious!"

Griffith almost choked on his own saliva, coughed violently, and dragged the elf who wanted to go in to try it away.

"Hey, why did you just leave, why don't you go in and take a look? I didn't even come..." the relentless elf yelled, until she saw a man and a woman hugging each other, walking into the darkness while kissing, she was shocked immediately shocked.

Griffith glanced down and found that her cheeks were as red as a furnace, and she was steaming hot, almost setting her hood on fire.

"I, I want to report!" Galadia, who was ashamed and ashamed, said angrily, "I want to report this dirty place."

"Ah."

"You can't come to this kind of place with other people, you can't," Galadia covered her face, "Wait a minute, why do you seem to know what it's for, Griffith, please explain it quickly. Did you go there with someone!?"

"This is just an ordinary downtown area." Griffith, who was used to this situation and had already figured out how to deal with it, immediately changed the subject with a topic.

Even if he said no at this time, the girl would probably keep pestering him endlessly and deduct some points from him.

"It's just that the lower city of Canaan is geographically located underground," Griffith continued, "Those human beings who sneaked into Canaan or had nowhere to go live here and become unregistered Canaanites. .”

"Isn't this illegal?" the elf muttered, "And why are there so many stowaways? Our customs is not a sieve."

"In addition to the stowaways, there must be many descendants of mixed elves and humans." Griffith flashed an uncomfortable thought, "They can't get the citizenship of Canaan, and they don't want to leave here. Canaan officials must be I know, acquiescing to their existence, and has been generously providing them with food, and there may be many other subsidies.”

Galadia's expression became very serious. She wanted to express some opinions that she disagreed with, but she didn't know where to start.

"Although you have inexhaustible magic power and inexhaustible food, not everything is endless," Griffith said.

"How is it possible!" The girl disagreed, "The kingdom of God's retinue is extremely rich in everything, how could it be insufficient. Don't use your human perspective to speculate on us."

"Human power," Griffith said.

"what? What?"

Griffith waved his arm slightly: "It is impossible for familiars and magic puppets to handle all the work. The lines for transmitting magic need to be maintained, strawberries and cotton must be carefully picked, and roads and bridges outside the city need to be repaired. Cooking without a chef No special food. Dressing you up, cleaning your room, and providing various services can’t be all done by magic, familiars, and puppets, right?

"Since your supplies are unlimited, you are also elves. Why do you want to serve another group of elves? They don't have to do heavy and basic work, and they can live comfortably in their abundant lives, can't they?"

(End of this chapter)