Chapter 74

After bumping on the pickup truck for three and a half days, Rawl almost kept going all the way except for necessary meals and rest. It took nearly a week to finally reach a city in the fertile valley: Sweet frost city.

The driver was a local, warm, talkative and shrewd. He talked with rolle all the way and described the precautions and customs of the fertile valley to him, but he didn't say a word, let alone ask Rolle's purpose and purpose. They got along very well.

Finally, he took rolle outside a trusted Hotel, greeted the boss, and it was time to part.

"Mr. rolle, if you still want to take my car on your return trip, you can let the boss contact me."

"OK, thank you. You are the best guide I have ever met in this world."

Rolle also said sincerely and shook hands with the other party.

"If you need a new guide, you can also tell the boss that he will introduce you to the most reliable person."

The driver said and sat back in the car.

"Thank you. I'll think about it."

Luo Er said, waved his hand, and the two parted.

The driver should have left directly, but there was a look of hesitation and entanglement on his face. Finally, like summoning up courage, he pressed the horn and stopped rolle who was about to enter the hotel.

"Mr. rolle, I also have a daughter. She has just turned 8 this year. She is very cute. She lives in Zaza town not far from here..."

He tried to stop talking, but rolle had guessed from his eyes and expression.

He is afraid that the conflict that may break out here will affect himself and his daughter

This is an emotional communication that only fathers can understand.

When Princess Anya's housekeeper can arrange to be a guide, the driver obviously knows something and understands that rolle can't be an ordinary village man, but he doesn't dare to say more.

I'm afraid he held back those words for a long time all the way?

Every father is not easy.

With emotion in his heart, Rolle walked into the hotel.

The boss had prepared a clean room for him and asked in less standard imperial language:

"Would you like to take your lunch to your room?"

Luo Er was slightly stunned and realized that the world did not only speak one language, but that the driver's imperial language was too good, which gave him the illusion.

"OK, bring it to me later."

Rolle slowed down as much as possible so that the other person wouldn't understand, and then asked:

"Are there many people who can speak imperial language here? Do I need to hire an interpreter?"

"Most people in the city know that if you don't go to those rural places, you don't need them."

The boss replied in awkward imperial language.

Rolle nodded and inquired about the prices and expenses here.

"One day, 5 Easts, including meals, and your donkey's feed."

"50 East, there is the most beautiful girl in the city..."

The boss said as he drew the numbers with his hands, and finally gave him a knowing smile.

Rolle has a bottom in his mind. The prices here are cheaper than those in York, the most remote town in the Empire. Easter is still a particularly hard currency. He should not worry about insufficient money.

Of course, girls don't have to

He went back to his room and had a lunch similar to that of the Empire. Did it taste surprisingly good?

Then he lay back in bed, alleviating the fatigue of the journey and sorting out the information provided by the driver along the way and all kinds of situations he saw.

The ruling regime here is called the "principality of Maud". Nominally and legally, it belongs to the holy United Kingdom. However, due to its special location and geopolitical influence, it is not under the care of the United Kingdom, and its nationals are not recognized. It is more like a dispensable chicken rib subsidiary state.

At the same time, empires, barbarians, aliens and so on secretly support forces and agents here, and the whole fertile valley is basically torn apart.

Like this sweet frost City, it belongs to the forces supported by the Empire, so the imperial language makes sense here.

"Mingming has a large territory and a large population. Its products, resources, hydrology and climate are very good. It should have been a really rich treasure land, but it has become such a dilapidated place now..."

Rolle murmured another sigh.

When he came all the way from the imperial capital, he had the feeling of crossing time and space, as if he had suddenly come from a thriving civilized world to a primitive and backward barbaric land.

He witnessed many scenes of people's livelihood. When passing through those villages, there were always some ragged people looking at their pickup trucks with curious and fearful eyes.

The historical reasons for this can't be explained in a few words, and rolle doesn't want to study it. He's just looking for his daughter, not charity.

After taking a nap, he left the hotel and wanted to go out. Before he took a few steps, he was surrounded by a large group of dirty children, stretched out his hands and said some local dialect he didn't understand.

Rolle's attitude was very firm. He didn't give anything. Then he hurried back to the hotel, found the boss and asked him to help find a guide.

A moment later, he hired a local young man named Zaza at the "high price" of two Easts a day. He also spoke fluent imperial language and said he was familiar with most parts of the fertile valley.

But if you want to leave the sweet cream City, you have to pay more! Double!

"It's right that you don't give those children things. If you give them, you'll have to take out all your things and be remembered by some ill intentioned people."

"Aren't you really going to find a woman? With your generosity, the women here will fall madly in love with you!"

"Do you want me to recommend it for you? From eight to eighty..."

Zaza was very enthusiastic and obviously satisfied with this high-income job as he strolled around the street with rolle and popularized the "local conditions and customs" here.

"No, I'm more interested in ancient relics. Where should I ask?"

Rolle declined the other party's kindness and asked directly.

But the guide looked puzzled and asked:

"Sorry, I didn't quite understand. What did you just say?"

His confused appearance is not disguised. He really doesn't know.

Ror is also speechless. He knows about ancient relics far away in the Empire, but the locals here don't know anything?

This is a little troublesome. He seems to overestimate the news flexibility of this backward area

In such places, there is no telegram, and message blocking is normal.

How do you find your daughter now?