What? My cheat code exploded my own coins?

"What if? I'm still wary of the beasts here with strange faces and strange looks."

Although she didn't know how much exaggeration there was in Zhao Si's description of the beast, Janna was still quite cautious and didn't dare to show up.

Zhao Si shook his head and continued to chat with Fujimaru Ritsuka and others about the servant lineup that the other party had gathered:

Rider Bartholomew was able to temporarily live in Hestia Village as a "transporter". After meeting the villagers, he went to transport goods. He is truly a kind pirate leader.

Assassin Charlotte Corday, Guda's new girlfriend (really), no one has discovered the unactivated Zeus legacy in her, and Zhao Si is used to calling her Charlotte.

Archer Orion, a bear-faced three-star hunter, was originally going to send the Chaldean group to Hestia Village and leave, but was attracted by the flying Freedom Gundam, so he just joined in the fun, took a look and then left. However, this guy will definitely come back on his own later.

When Zhao Si saw the champion Ultraman Bear, he was certain of one thing: the other party must want to trade one for one with the moon goddess Artemis. Although he said a lot of fancy words, his actions were surprisingly pure love.

Zhao Si was very fortunate that the two female ghosts following him were invisible to everyone. If they had physical bodies, they might have been teased by some fierce servants.

"Sure enough, men's possessiveness knows no age limit."

"I am so happy!"

Having a female ghost around means that you are like-minded and she will know what you are thinking.

Before leaving, Bartholomew explained the tour details to the villagers and tried to calm them down, telling them that the blue and white machine with large wings had no ill intentions.

Even so, when Zhao Si followed the Chaldeans into the village, he still felt waves of suspicious gazes. After all, his appearance was a very eye-catching machine, which was more than ten times more high-profile than the Chaldeans hiding in the Shadow Border before entering the village.

The humans in Hestia Village, and indeed the entire Lostbelt, tend to be wary and terrified of any changes that occur outside of their monotonous lives.

Even with Eritikos, the guide to Hestia Village provided by Bartholomew, she didn't dare to look Zhao Si in the eye, and even turned her head away quickly when she saw Zhao Si.

"Am I something dirty?"

Zhao Si leaned slightly to the side and asked Fu Fu who was following at his side.

"Woo-fu!"

The fourth beast cried out and nodded.

Yes, the one who comes has a strong flavor and does not need much salt.

Along the way, Eritikos was introducing the scenery of the village to everyone, but in fact, the only thing he could introduce was the remains of the gods standing in the distance.

Apart from this attraction which was obviously a high-tech wreckage, other places in Hestia Village were very consistent with Zhao Si's stereotype of ancient Greek civilization.

"Everyone, this is the village's textile house. The clothes we wear are made here."

Eritikos led a group of people to the village's clothing processing factory. Zhao Si looked outside and could see the styles of clothes he used to wear on Astraea Island.

Well, the ancient Greek civilization did not have such a poor aesthetic as the villagers here.

Zhao Si felt that even if he took a Sanhe spray can and sprayed it on these monochrome clothes, they would be more damp and wet than any other clothes.

"Well, that's a loom, and the material is cotton?"

Director Goldruff reached out and touched the thread on the loom, and it felt similar to ordinary cotton thread.

"No, it's the bark of the birch tree mixed with the material made by Theos Kleonomea."

Eritikos corrected the fat director's wording, and Zhao Si at the side couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

This Kli something luo nuo Mia, I almost broke my mouth when I read it myself. Can't you just say that this thing is the legacy of a great god?

"It's quite simple. Is its strength reliable?"

"Simple? But the strength is reliable. These clothes can not only regulate the temperature, but also have been processed to resist blades. Even if they are attacked by monsters, they can be dealt with."

Zhao Si retracted his stereotype of ancient Greek civilization.

Whose single thin top can both regulate temperature and protect against knives?

Holmes even used a locally sharpened iron dagger to chop a piece of cloth several times, but was stopped by the guide Eritikos:

"We will damage our daggers if we do so."

Thus said Eritichus.

"What a versatile nanomachine! No wonder Captain Nemo would think of using the Great God's legacy to reinforce the hull even if it wasn't damaged."

Captain Nemo, who was out on the ship, was a little boy (no doubt about it). Facing Zhao Si's sigh, he nodded in agreement and said:

"That's right. When I get close to these products that carry the legacy of the great gods, my spirit base will send out quite longing thoughts."

Captain Nemo said it’s okay, so can I try it myself?

Now it can be modernized, no, transformed into the Age of Gods.

[Do we have to go against modernization, host?]

"Just tell me whether it is a transformation or not."

[…Really?]

Chapter 4: Dinner! Carnival! Shocking words! (k)

Under the leadership of Eritikos, Zhao Si and his group of Chaldeans took a general look at the environment of Hestia Village.

Having high-tech products like nanomachines, but using them to weave clothes, is in line with the life depicted by future retroism.

Not to mention that in the evening, the men who were sent out returned, dragging a giant snake-like monster that was half a man's thickness to have dinner with everyone.

According to Sherlock Holmes who was casually doing an appraisal nearby, this dead monster was comparable to the large demon throne they had encountered before.

"In the Russian Lostbelt, the Yagas used their magic spears to go through great pains to defeat the monsters and make them food. But here, it was just an ordinary hunt for four strong villagers."

Holmes commented:

"The gap between life and life is still quite huge."

Zhao Si didn't know whether he was strong or not. He just felt that he could kill one of them with one shot. However, the local residents didn't show any extraordinary strength or power. So this should be considered a regular hunting trophy, right?

The average lifespan is 800 years, which is really impressive.

As for hunting methods...

"We have bodies that have been tempered through thousands of trials, and weapons bestowed by the gods. No monster on this island can be our opponent!"

At the bonfire and barbecue that night, the leading man, Theodoros, was the main force in hunting the giant snake monster. As he spoke, he held up a fist-sized skewer of monster meat in one hand and a wooden bowl full of wine in the other.

Amid Theodorus' loud cheers, the gathered villagers also came out of their fear of meeting strangers.

Eat as much meat as you want, sing as much as you want, dance as much as you want, and even be bold enough to pull strangers along to enjoy this bonfire party with the lights off.

It's not about celebrating strangers, but every time after returning from daily hunting, the whole village, young and old, men, women and children can be brought together to enjoy the primitive party that has been the same for hundreds of years but still not boring.

"Compared to the closed and numb people in the Great Qin Lostbelt, the people here live more freely."

Little Da Vinci sipped the mixed juice, chewing it slowly, and couldn't help but sigh.

There is meat, vegetables, drinks and atmosphere. Everything needed for food, clothing, housing and transportation is satisfied. Even the mind is as simple as it was in the original place. Fear is fear, and joy is joy.

It’s like… there’s no reason to remove it at all.

Little Da Vinci looked at Zhao Si, who was drinking with the local residents. The man had specially changed into the same simple clothes as everyone else for the dinner. He chewed a piece of meat with a bowl of wine that was as big as his face. He looked so happy and carefree.

Even Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the other person with admiration. Was it because others could drink bowl after bowl of dry wine, but he could only drink grape juice?

"What about this boy? He calls himself a foreigner but he has the same temperament as an ordinary person. He doesn't know where to go but he is willing to help Chaldea."

"Ms. Da Vinci, you shouldn't talk about spoiling the mood at a dinner party. What we should do is enjoy this hard-earned peaceful daily life."

Bartholomew, the transporter of Hestia Village, rushed back to the village at sunset. He bent down, raised the goblet shaped from the legacy of the great god, and gently touched the edge of little Leonardo da Vinci's wooden bowl.

"Hey, I'm sorry to have been taught a lesson, but I still find it hard to believe that the clinking of glasses between nanomachines and handmade wooden bowls actually exists."

"Lostbelt, it's amazing, right?"

Bartholomew drank the wine in his glass and then joined the crowd in the revelry.

The seasoning is abundant, the flavor is strong, the meat is firm, and the aroma of fat is overflowing. Zhao Si's appetite is whetted, and he eats with great appetite, just like the locals.

There were no civilians living on the island of Astraea, so naturally there were no seasonings or wine, and no mortals to chat with Zhao Si. There was only a goddess who wrestled with him every day for military training. Zhao Si, who had drifted here, lived a life like an ascetic monk.

When he had time, Zhao Si would climb into the Freedom Gundam that sank on the shore of Astraea Island, dig a hole in the ground with his left hand to draw fresh water from the island, and hold the beam saber in his right hand to the lowest output:

Light a fire nearby to grill some meat, and then use phantom particle beams to heat up the artificial freshwater lake. Although he would occasionally be pointed at by a virgin goddess, she would then enjoy the hot soup only after he left.

But it’s different in Hestia Village. There is wine, meat, people and bonfires, and the smell of human habitation is a thousand times more than that on Astraea Island.

Zhao Si is a person who doesn't like to be lonely, except when he is polishing the plain group.

So, amidst the cheers and applause of people of the same and opposite sex, Zhao Si chewed meat and drank wine, and after three rounds of drinking, he had drunk all the heroes!

"What low-alcohol wine? It's not as good as a bottle of Fenjiu! When I toast to leaders at social events, no leader can leave the door frame upright! Fill it up, and fill it up again!"

It was at this time that Zhao Si ignored his physical age of thirteen and a half years old. His face was as red as Guan Gong's neck, and the thin ancient Greek style clothes showed off his body that he had trained for half a year.

His muscles were clear and smooth, as hard and shiny as marble. Although they were still not as full as those of the adult men in Hestia Village, the drunk man lying at Zhao Si's feet was enough to prove Zhao Si's dominance in another aspect.

"Wow, Mr. Zhao Si seemed quite serious when we first met. Is he so casual after drinking?"

Mashu was with Fujimaru Ritsuka, and they both squatted on a tree stump, sipping the juice specially made for minors from a wooden bowl.

"Yeah, it's a bit unruly, but very popular."

"Eh? Master, please don't learn from Mr. Zhao Si and drink. We are not old enough to drink yet."

Seeing that Fujimaru Ritsuka was fascinated by Zhao Si's body, an inexplicable alertness reminded Mashu and said:

"Besides, the Master is very popular among the Servants, so there's no need to doubt yourself!"

It was quite sudden for Fujimaru Ritsuka to see Mashu suddenly put her hands on her shoulders and said this to her very seriously.

"I agree with Miss Mashu's opinion, Master. Please don't underestimate yourself."

Charlotte Corday was a beat slow and didn't have time to have physical contact with Ritsuka Fujimaru. She could only stand by and cheer him up with her fists clenched.

"Ahahahaha... I actually don't have such an idea. I just can't help but think of one thing. If Mr. Zhao Si takes action when the fantasy tree is cut down because he feels pity for the villagers who drank with him..."

"Then we will defeat him as well. This is a matter of course, Ritsuka."

The British gentleman detective came over with a wine glass in his hand and continued what Fujimaru Ritsuka was saying.

“As we all know, we were not at fault for eradicating the Lostbelt. The fault lies with those [Gods] who resurrected the dead.

"I believe this foreigner also understands this nature. The end is set, so at least in the process of making a choice, don't let yourself regret it, right?"

A gust of wind blew by, and Holmes immediately turned around. The goblet in his hand lightly touched the wooden barrel that suddenly hit him, but no liquid splashed out of the containers held by either of them.

Zhao Si was not drunk at the bonfire party, but every villager in Hestia who challenged him was drunk, whether it was Theodoros, the leader of the hunting team, Eritikos, an ordinary village guide, or an old man over 600 years old.

Oh, and there's also the Chaldea chief Goldruf Mujik, who was lying drunk on the ground and kept muttering things like "Remember to brush your teeth well, tooth decay is very deadly in battle", which was quite nonsensical drunken talk.

"...You're right. This is the last half barrel of wine for tonight. Oh, and it's mixed with snake wine taken from a giant snake. To be honest, the two mixed together at room temperature taste like horse urine like Liquan 98, but we're not picky."

Zhao Si smacked his lips, held a briefcase-sized wooden barrel in one hand, and clinked glasses with the Chaldeans who were still awake on the field one by one. Finally, he raised the barrel heroically, and the wine poured out like a waterfall.

His throat rose and fell powerfully with every swallow, until there was no more wine left in the barrel. Zhao Si then put the barrel down, wiped the liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth, and let the wine flow over his bronze body.

Influenced by Zhao Si, Fujimaru Ritsuka also imitated him and drank up the grape juice in the bowl, and showed Zhao Si the clean bottom of his bowl in a very professional manner.

Although I don't know how powerful it is, it feels pretty cool to do this.

This is what Ritsuka Fujimaru thought.

"Hahahahahahaha! Okay! I'll take you to drink something nice next time!"

"Mr. Zhao Si! Please don't lead minors astray! Oh, no, Mr. Zhao Si is also a minor."