perfect savior

Chapter 100 Maga
Most of the cities near the sea are prosperous.

Majia City is a typical representative of them.

In the slang of the aborigines of the "Black Wall Mountains", "Maja" means "volcano", so many people call this majestic city near the sea the city of lava.

It is a strange thing that the city by the sea is dubbed the scorching hot nickname.

But as long as they see Majia, people will instantly understand that this nickname is simply "Xindaya".

Different from the flat terrain of most coastal cities, the altitude of Maja is too high. The southern urban area close to the sea is a huge port cluster, which is humid and low-lying; the northern urban area is built on the mountains, clean and elegant.

The huge magical flame is burning at the highest point of the city on the north side, like a boiling volcano, releasing blazing light and energy all the time, and it is an important lighthouse for countless ships to identify their direction.

Because of the huge disparity in terrain, among the local population, the southern urban area near the sea is called the "lower urban area", while the northern urban area built on the mountain is naturally the "upper urban area".

The lower city is where the port is located, and it is the source of Maja's economy. However, this place has always been mixed with fish and dragons, and it is extremely difficult to manage. The air is humid and smells of fish all the year round. Uptown.

Downtown, Uptown, sounds like a polar opposite, and it's... so is it.

Maja's economy is very dynamic, but there are no particularly sought-after commodities or resources. The essential reason for its strength is its superior geographical location. As the only outlet of the "Black Wall Mountains", Maja's shipping is extremely developed, and its daily throughput The amount is scary.

Rich people moved to the upper city to enjoy the sunshine and breeze. They hired workers to work in the lower city and monopolized the bulk of the seaborne trade.

Over time, conflicts arose.

Several times of large-scale weapon fights have ended in losses for both sides.

Shangcheng District is a standard official army. In addition to shining armor and well-trained soldiers, it is also equipped with a variety of extraordinary powers such as magicians, alchemists, monster swordsmen, and knights.

In the lower part of the city, fish and dragons are mixed, and every time a fight is led by a few big gangs, although there are indeed masters, and the people who wandered in the port are also very brave and fierce, but the team organized temporarily will definitely not be able to beat the upper part of the city.

However, although the upper city has an absolute advantage in combat power, it is not good for the rich and the consul to seriously injure or even kill the people in the lower city - the port cannot be short of people, no one works, and the loss is heavy gold !

Thus, a peace agreement was reached.

Every month, the upper city will allocate gold coins to the lower city to improve the environment, improve education and support the elderly. In return, the lower city can no longer provoke troubles.

However, gold coins obviously cannot make Maja's upper city and lower city close again.

I don't know when, at night, Majia's patrol soldiers will not appear on the wet streets of the lower city; the consul's hand-signed announcement will also be torn down at night in the lower city.

——After the sun goes down, the city of Majia will be ruled by those big gangs by default.

This is the unspoken rule of Majia, and it is also a secret that everyone knows but cannot openly say.

A strange balance is achieved. Although it seems fragile and absurd, as long as the upper city and the lower city do not touch each other's bottom line, this kind of "trust and tacit understanding" can last for a long time.

However, tonight, this tacit understanding was on the verge of being broken.

……

Theda sat on the seat with a gloomy face. He had fiery red hair and stood upright. He looked like an angry lion. He was huge and muscular. He had a black sawtooth whale tattoo on his chest, which fit his image very well. Identity - the third head of the "Evil Whale Gang", a big gang in the lower city.

"The boss is not here, you guys should say something!" Teda said in a low voice, stomping his foot hard, and the heavy rock floor was directly crushed by him:
"Don't even say it, okay, then let me say, now, let the brothers take the guy and go to the Turtle Castle to ask for an explanation!"

"How dare you!" Shan Menger, the second head of the Evil Whale Gang, scolded directly:
"At this time, the fuck is going to the consul to ask for an explanation? You are sticking your neck under other people's knives! You are looking for death! Also, don't talk about Turtle Castle in the future, it is called Silver Mansion!"

"Hmph... coward!"

"It's the other way around! Teda! We'll talk about everything when the boss comes back!"

"Hey, don't think that I'm afraid of you if you are the second in command. The boss said before he left that we have to discuss everything with him." Teda stared bull-eyed:
"The few of us who are in charge are here, so let's vote with a show of hands!"

"Damn, you bull, stupid donkey, big stupid bear..." Shan Menger was trembling with anger, but although he was the second head of the Whale Gang, he was usually in charge of "literary affairs". It's a role similar to that of a master, not a vulgar person, and there are so many cursing and cursing, but it doesn't hurt at all when it falls into the ears of Teda.

"Come on, don't talk nonsense, vote with a show of hands! The boss is not here, the fourth is lying down, I, you, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh, the eighth, and the ninth, exactly seven!" Teda said loudly:

"Those who agree with the second leader and think we should stand still, raise your hand!"

Swish, the two raised their hands.

Samuel rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

"Haha!" Teda rubbed his hands excitedly:
"Now, those who agree with me and think we should go to the consul to discuss the explanation, raise your hand!"

Swish, there were still two people raising their hands.

Teda was furious:
"Who! Who is a fool!"

He took a glance and finally found the problem.

Boss is not here,

The fourth child was cut to pieces and lay dead on the ground,

Lao Liu and Lao Qi support Shan Menger.

Lao Wu and Lao Ba supported Teda.

Lao Jiu didn't raise his hand.

... The old nine didn't come at all!

It's just that this person's sense of existence is usually weak. After the tragic death of the fourth child, everyone was running around in a hurry, and they didn't notice it for a while.

"...Where's Old Nine?"

"Go to Yan Street."

"What are you going there for?"

"Oh, I remembered, he seemed to say that this morning... he was going to see the oiran."

"Damn the monster's butt eyes..."

"Teda, calm down. It's actually a good thing that the ninth brother didn't come. You are really too anxious. We want to avenge the fourth brother, but we have to wait for the boss to come back..."

……

At the same time, "Smoke Street" is located at the intersection of the upper city and the lower city.

There are so many people and crowds that it is difficult to even get off.

The young man with the hollow straw in his mouth rolled up his sleeves, crowded around with others, and from time to time imitated others and played hooligan whistles.

"Oiran is here—"

I don't know who yelled this voice, the people became more enthusiastic, and there was a continuous stream of booing, teasing, and cursing.

The young man was squeezed out, stretched his neck and looked forward, but was pushed down by a hand from behind.

"Hey hey hey! Quality, quality!" The young man with the hollow straw in his mouth was furious and grabbed the hand holding his head.

However, what he didn't expect was that the tactile sensation in his hands was not the rough and greasy skin of most people in the city, but smooth and soft, like nephrite jade.

The young man let go subconsciously and looked behind him.

Behind him, the beautiful and delicate girl withdrew her hand and said with a smile:
"Why are you looking at me? You don't want to look at the oiran? Eh? Sure enough! Tsk tsk tsk that little waist..."

——Hey, I don't believe it anymore, this time I look at beautiful women, go shopping in Goulan, laughing and laughing like a dick, is it possible that I can still be liked by men?
A certain savior who became a woman again thought so.

(End of this chapter)