Chapter 19 Encounter

Before the door of Apollo's Temple of the Sun was opened by Eos, Locke broke through the last darkness. In the dawn, he closed his wings and quietly landed on the top of the last mountain. He doesn't want to be found by the charming blonde man.

Looking down, it is a magnificent ocean. Above the vast water waves, there is a vast island. The coast is extremely steep, but there are wide plains in the center. Above the plains are surrounded by three clear rivers, which are concentric circles. In this ring, there are some buildings standing high and low, which seems to be a city.

Oh, this should be the human world. Isn't this the Eastern Earth Continent? Locke couldn't help feeling ecstatic. He turned into a tall and slender blonde teenager.

Raise the bright moon-like eyebrows, and the star-like eyes are full of confidence. Locke raised his head and took a big step down the mountain. He will seize what he wants as a king, and no matter what obstacles are in front of him, he will eradicate them one by one.

Locke came to the port and saw a busy scene. There are human beings dressed in all kinds of clothes, as dense as ants. All kinds of ships and merchants go back and forth between the huge ports. They load, unload, and then get on and off the ship... Locke was dazzled.

My stomach began to grunt. Locke walked into the harbor and walked along the bank towards the city.

There are various buildings standing high and low on the river bank, all of which are golden domes, silver walls, and white, black and red stone bases. Those magnificent buildings show bright colors under the sunshine, beautiful and spectacular. What's more surprising is that those golden roofs will make a harmonious tone in the wind.

This is really a fantastic world! Locke was surprised by the beauty of the city.

It seems that the people who come and go are about 10 to 12 feet (3 meters to 3.66 meters tall), and they are one head taller than Rockby. Coupled with their outstanding appearance, they stand out from the standpoint. In order not to attract the attention of others, Locke narrowed himself a little.

Most of the people who come and go have golden skin, silver hair and orange eyes. They are very handsome and should be the main race of this country. Among them, there are also a few people with ancient tung color, brown and black skin. It is estimated that they are business travelers and guests from neighboring countries. Some of them wear robes, have short shirts, carry bags, and carry bags...

Locke looked at his hand, holding a strange stick in his hand, which was really funny, so he had to shrink the snake and dragon stick and put it in his robe.

Going further, there is a wide street with tall olive trees and golden grapevines on both sides. Continuing forward, there are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, including vegetables, fruits, clothing and cloth, as well as ivory and agate... The carriages running on the street are extremely luxuriously decorated. They shine with dazzling golden light, which is the golden carriage.

"The city is really prosperous. Compared with the West Earthland, my country, Soo/Hamo Kingdom, is many times richer!" Locke sincerely praised. He stopped in front of a restaurant.

The shopkeeper is a smart and capable middle-aged man with short slightly curly silver hair and a neat cyan robe. Seeing that Locke was extraordinary and thought he was a distinguished guest, the shopkeeper hurriedly piled up a smiling face to welcome him.

"Guest, are you from afar? I don't know what you want to use?"

Lock looked around and there were already some guests eating. He sat down by the window and pointed casually. The shopkeeper immediately felt it and shouted inside: "A loaf of bread and barbecue, plus a glass of wine."

Soon, the meal was delivered. Locke has always drunk milky goat milk, and he has never drunk that cup of purple **.

Locke put the cup in his hand and sniffed it. A strange smell made him frown.

The shopkeeper immediately smiled: "Guest, you must be a foreigner. You haven't drunk this wine, have you? Try it. If you don't like it, we will never charge you a piece of money. After listening to the shopkeeper's words and looking around, everyone was drinking. Locke looked at the color again, which was tempting. He no longer hesitated and took a shallow sip, a little bitter and a little astringent, and more sweet.

"Well, it tastes good!" Locke nodded with satisfaction. He raised his neck, and "gudu" was a big mouthful.

"Look, I didn't lie to you. You use it slowly, you use it slowly!" The shopkeeper smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a crack.

The shopkeeper turned around and wanted to entertain other guests. Locke stopped him again and asked, "Shopkeeper, what is this place? But the Rising Sun Empire?"

"The Rising Sun Empire? I haven't heard of it. This is Posedia."

Posedia, what is this place? Why haven't you ever heard from Mr. Pierre? I'm really ignorant, and I don't think Mr. Pierre is very profound. Since it is not the Rising Sun Empire or the Dark Night Empire, there is no need to stop. Let's fly over tonight. Thinking about this, Locke got up and walked out. After running out of food, why did he sit here if he didn't leave?

"Hey! Guest, do you think you haven't paid yet? The shopkeeper rubbed his hands, and his face was both anxious and worried. Can he not worry? I'm afraid I met a bully meal.

"Oh?" Locke looked up and understood that this was the old saying, "There is no free lunch."

Rock thought that he had been stretching out his hand since he was a child, and he didn't know what "money" was. He was in trouble. He looked around and saw the guests leaving after the meal. Before leaving, he put a few gold coins on the table. Locke understands.

Locke applied the "migration method". So, those who were eating, the gold coins in their pockets got into Locke's sleeves. Locke, like others, took out a pocket from his sleeve, took out a few gold coins from it, put them gently on the table, and then shook his blonde hair and went away.

"Hey, guest, welcome!" The shopkeeper hurriedly picked up the gold coins, picked them with his hand, put them in his mouth, and bit them with his teeth. "Well, it's true." The shopkeeper said to himself, then turned around and quickly walked into the room.

This is really contrary to the etiquette. Who makes gold everywhere, but only himself in extreme poverty? Locke played such a trick for himself and was a little proud.

Locke walked towards the city center. The streets are extremely wide and flat, and there are either people coming and going, or luxuriously decorated carriages. A tall temple stands in the center of the square, and behind it is a towering palace. They are all golden walls, silver walls, golden roofs, and dazzling brilliance. How can it be described as a golden glory?

As I walked, I suddenly heard a shout: "The queen goes out! Avoid!"

With the shouting, the crowd ** stood up and gathered Locke, who was about to move forward, to the roadside. Soon, a spacious avenue was given up.

"Look, look, that's the Queen's Guard!"

"That's so elegant!"

"Yes, yes! I heard that the queen is beautiful. Have you ever seen her?

"No, I haven't seen it."

......

People are talking about it, and those women's words are full of sour jealousy.

"Well, if I can see the queen's true face, I will be willing to die."

"If you die under peony flowers, it's romantic to be a ghost! Hahaha..." It was those men who said that.

People stretch their necks and stare at their eyes full of all kinds of desires.

A row of luxury chariots drove out. Each car sat a driver and stood two bodyguards. They were all wearing golden robes, one majestic and extraordinary. Those bodyguards had machetes with gems hanging around their waist. In their hands, er, they didn't understand what they were holding. It seemed to be metal, because the thing was also shining.

Then, a giant gold chariot with eight horses drove over. Purple-red gauze hung from the window, swaying colorful tassels, and the gold-plated body flashed with dazzling glory. This golden chariot is several times bigger than the ones in front of it. Behind it was a team of silver-armed cavalry, with machetes hanging around their waists and holding strange things in their hands.

Locke stood by the roadside, and he could faintly see several people sitting in the car. When the huge chariot roared, more than ten meters away from Locke, the horses suddenly soared into the air and hissed up their necks, and they were about to leave. Four drivers and two bodyguards were thrown out, one rolled at the bottom of the wheel, three fell under the horse's hoof, and two fell into the crowd.

The crowd immediately screamed in horror. As soon as the car is crooked, the car will be destroyed and people will die. At this critical moment, Locke saw a shadow flash in front of the car. He stretched out his palms and his arms, and the golden chariot weighing more than 10,000 catties was helped up by him. Then, Locke pulled the reins and stroked the horse's head with his big hand, and the horses immediately calmed down. First there was a silence, and then there was a surge of applause.

Someone shouted, "God power, God power!"

Some even screamed loudly: "Thank you, Lord Poseidon!"

Grass! Locke really wanted to take a bite and thought to himself: Why don't you thank the Demon Lord? Are there only gods in the eyes of these human beings?

At this moment, Saan was lifted up a corner, and an extremely soft and beautiful voice floated out: "Bring him into the palace."