Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 122 The Old Elf Enters Winter City

When he was teleported to the outskirts of Winter City, Saint El thought he was in the wrong place.

He was not in a hurry to go to the place agreed upon by "Jinlong Loves Painting" as it was still early.

It's a rare opportunity to get out, so why not take a walk around the North?

For most people, there is nothing worth visiting in the North. Poverty and desolation are almost synonymous with this place.

However, Saint-El likes to observe the living conditions of people in different regions.

Whether happy or sad.

He believed that it was something more worthy of appreciation, better than any natural beauty or man-made wonders.

After about five hundred years, his mentality changed to one that was somewhat close to that of a bystander.

So he visited the North three times.

The interval between each visit is about several decades, and the similarity is that even after a long time, nothing seems to have changed here.

In fact, in most places on the mainland, no change is the norm.

A place like Twin Towers City, which has developed rapidly in two hundred years, is an outlier among outliers.

For the elves, two hundred years is not a long time. To turn a small town into the largest city on the continent, the elves would never do such a thing. No elf could do that, not even those traitors who hid underground and became obsessed with digging holes and building mounds of earth.

However, the North now feels unfamiliar to him, just like the feeling the Twin Towers City gave him.

The rapid rise of Twin Towers City was due to the development of industry and technology, the establishment of a top spellcasting school, and its unique geographical location.

But what is there in the North?
There are houses almost everywhere in the city that are being renovated or newly built, which costs a lot of money.

The last time I came here, we could still live in the houses as long as they were not collapsed. If they collapsed, we could just keep living there as long as we could shelter from the wind.

If it weren't for the familiar Winterhold, he wouldn't even recognize it.

Winterhold is no longer the tallest building in the city.

The highest point was replaced by a large chimney.

It was spewing smoke all the time.

He couldn't imagine how big a fire would have to be to require such a large chimney.

Elves have never liked fire.

Is it a steam engine?

The last time I heard about the steam engine, wasn't it only used to weave cloth, ventilate mines, and pump water?

That’s only been a dozen years?

The sounds heard in the factory now are no less than those made by dozens of wizards casting spells.

It seems that we need to let the young elves go out more often.

He had a premonition that within a few years, the image of the elves would change from a group of nobles living in seclusion in the sacred forest to a backward, old-fashioned race guarding antique musical instruments.

The elves are a race with a paranoid arrogance, and they believe that only the things they create are the best.

So when he chose to learn the magic of other ethnic groups when he was young, he was ostracized by his own people.

It turned out that his choice was right.

The name of Elderron, as one of the greatest wizards, was written into the poems of the elves.

With his strong encouragement, the elves began to understand richer knowledge of spells.

However, the Elf King still had to declare that it was a spell improved by the great elven wizard and was an excellent spell with elven characteristics, so that other of his kind would accept it.

Just conceited.

So when the steam engine appeared, the elves were equally dismissive.

Because with the help of machines, the production efficiency of ordinary people is still not as good as that of elves who can cast spells.

Just another bit of cleverness, the elves thought.

But Saint-El insists that this time humanity's progress is different from those that came before.

In other words, those so-called "little cleverness" over the long years in the past have accumulated into today's leap.

Based on his understanding of humans, only when everyone is an intelligent being of similar level can balance be maintained.

Once the gap widens, only humans are considered intelligent life, and the rest are considered animals.

The elves might face a catastrophe by then, and slaves or even pets would be their future.

He didn't really want to watch his fellow tribesmen suffer that kind of fate.

When magic and technology completely merge together, that should be the turning point.

Today's magical devices or alchemical creations are still a bit like a stiff combination of the two, and are not fully integrated.

So there is still a chance to catch up.

At least he was doing the right thing by supporting the forum. El found a teahouse and ordered a cup of jasmine milk tea, a new product strongly recommended by the store because of his love for tea.

He never expected it to taste like this, it was too sweet.

I remember that humans regarded sugar as a symbol of nobility.

Then this must be a drink for the nobles.

He looked at the price list, 1 copper coin.

If he understood the value of copper coins correctly, then this was obviously a commoner's drink, and it seemed that sugar was no longer a rare thing.

The next customer who came in confirmed his guess.

A young man in ordinary worker's clothes came with a female companion. The young man bought her a cup of milk tea.

The female companion seemed to be a wizard apprentice.

But what surprised Old Al even more was the way the two men were dressed.

They put black circles under their eyes, painted their faces blue, and even wore a pair of fake pointy ears.

Is this imitating the drow?
The old elf, who had always considered himself to be very tolerant and open-minded, suddenly felt that he was a conservative.

Why would you imitate Zhuo Er?
"The new music video of Underground Abandoned is about to begin!" The two suddenly became excited.

As they cheered, music came from the magic video machine hanging on the wall.

Magic Vision Machine, this should be its name. A merchant group came to the Holy Land to sell it before, but was turned away.

In the picture, a small band appears on stage.

It is a band composed of drow elves.

What surprised Saint El more than the acclaim the drow received from humans was the song these traitorous elves sang.

Accompanied by an extremely simple arpeggio, the lead singer sang with a voice that was almost devoid of skill.

"Please wake me up again when September ends."

What is this? Is this a song?

The two young men even excitedly asked him to take a photo, saying that they had never seen an elf in person.

Don't they know what the relationship is between the drow and the other elves?

Old Al felt that he had suffered more mental shock today than in the past hundred years.

"Teacher El!"

A familiar voice came from outside the store.

Saint-El, still in shock, looked outside the store in the direction of the sound.

"Ms. Fulin?"

"Why did you come to the North?" an elf and a dragon asked in unison.

They were indeed old acquaintances. Although Fulin was several hundred years older than Elderon, she had always called him teacher because she had studied elven magic in the Holy Land of Elf.

"I'm here to help a red idiot." Fulin answered first.

That's Drogo. These two dragons have been fighting for almost a thousand years and the fight is still not over.

"I am here," Saint El thought about his words, it was not easy to tell the truth, it would damage his identity, "I am here to visit a friend, yes, to visit a friend, the appointed time is almost here."

"So where are you going to meet your friends?"

"Beheading Square."

"What a coincidence. I'm going there too. If you can't find it, I can show you the way."

"Then thank you very much," Saint-El stood up with the unfinished milk tea, "Do you know why the square has such a scary name?"

After watching the drow performance, the old elf could no longer understand human aesthetics.

"Oh, that's because the lord of this place beheaded the biggest bandit in the North in the square. In order to commemorate the bandit suppression, the square was renamed. It is said that it can reflect the character of the people of the North who are not afraid of strong enemies and fight to the end."

Well, the human stereotype has deepened.

Saint-El stroked his beard.

The square was not far away, and the two arrived there quickly. It was working hours, and there was no one in the square.

"Are you sure it's this time?"

"It's okay. I'll wait. Go ahead and do your work."

"Okay, I'll visit you again when I have time." Fulin said as she opened the forum and started typing under Old El's gaze.

"I'm here. Where are you? Are you afraid to come see me?"

(End of this chapter)