A strange world

Chapter 1255 Section 177. Zhiou Town

A small town that big?

Based on his experience in Yiwen City, Annan's first reaction was to leave this damn place as soon as possible!

But he was still a step too late. Before he could climb onto Bailong's back, a familiar feeling of drowsiness came over him.

In between dreams and half dreams, a familiar voice sounded in Annan's mind - it seemed like the voice of a staff member of the Mercenary Guild?

"Lucky tester, welcome to the 100th test of Zhiou Town. All residents in the town are puppets. Please rate the intelligence of Zhiou Town - please note that no one will be harmed in this test."

"1 point: I know that every pore of this land exudes falsehood before I even set foot on it; 2 points: It looks flawless from a distance, but full of loopholes when I look closely; 3 points: Something seems to be wrong? I don't know; 4 points: Is truth and falsehood really important? Where is the boundary? If I think falsehood is real, then is it? Who am I? Is it me or this body that determines my thinking? 5 points: Oh my God, I didn't even realize that these were fake!"

Recalling the bad experience of the whole day today, bad review, must be bad review!

Thinking this way, Annan gave a five-point rating and asked, "Can I leave a message?"

"What is a message?"

"It means to put forward your own suggestions and opinions."

"Oh, what a good idea, I will add 'message' to the next test... Ahem, what message does this tester have?"

"Smart Town is extremely real, and it fully demonstrates the bloated bureaucracy within an empire. No one can imagine that this is a town made up of puppets."

Annan, who was full of complaints, was praising on the surface, but in fact he was satirizing the people behind Smart Town for doing useless things.

"But even if it looks like a human town, the residents are indistinguishable, and the bureaucrats are annoying...what's the point?"

"The meaning is determined by the living beings. Thank you for your valuable advice. We will meet again if we are lucky."

Never see you again.

Annan thought to himself, and felt that his sleepiness was fading, and he regained consciousness from half asleep and half awake.

Looking at the slave traders waking up in the distance, and looking at the wasteland with only an empty space left and even the foundation disappeared, Annan was not in a hurry to go on. He opened the portal and told Olmedo what happened here.

"I haven't heard of Zhiou Town." Olmedo thought: "But from your description, the big man doesn't seem to have any bad intentions."

"I think so too, just being caught for no reason to waste a day, a little unhappy..."

Annan found a suitable excuse for himself to "delay a day".

Olmedo was still wondering who was behind Zhiou Town. First of all, excluding warriors, rangers, and warlocks, the answer is obvious-mages, and legendary mages have such a hand.

"Are there any other details? What makes you feel strange."

"Let me think... Strange places... It seems that a priest of the goddess of wealth is making crazy remarks."

"Huh?" Olmedo suddenly uttered a light huh.

"Have you thought of it?"

"No."

Ignoring Olmedo, Annan felt more and more suspicious: "Zhiou Town disappeared, and that guy disappeared with it... It means he is not a real person! Is the owner of Zhiou Town related to the goddess of wealth?"

"Don't think too much, maybe the whole town is just imitating a small town for a day."

"That's true."

"By the way, where is the mercenary certificate given to you by the town?"

Annan handed over the certificate and the badge. Olmedo glanced at it, raised his head and said: "Can't you read?"

"Just talk, why are you mocking me?"

"I'm not mocking, it's just that the badge says, 'Test User Commemorative Badge'..."

"Let me see..."

Annan took the badge and did see a line of small words that he had ignored before.

At this time, Olmedo made a new discovery.

"This is a painting." She said, stroking the parchment.

"Drawing? Could it be that you saw it wrong?"

It's fine if I waste a day, but if I waste a day in exchange for a fake certificate...

"Abby, go to my display cabinet and get my mercenary certificate."

"No need."

Annan knew that what Olmedo said was true...

Zhiou Town is fake, and the so-called Mercenary Association is of course fake.

I am still too gentle.

Let him meet it again...Forget it, Zhiou Town is obviously an experiment of some big shot, and I can't afford to offend him.

Thinking on the bright side, except for wasting a day,

Then the question is, since the town is fake, the Mercenary Association is fake, and the certificate is also fake...is the dragon crusade also fake?

Annan closed the portal, stopped the slave traders who were about to escape, and asked them about the dragon.

To Annan's surprise, the dragon did exist, and it was in Sir Makarov's mountain fort.

After the sunset disappeared in the dark peaks of the Broken Mountains, Annan, who didn't want to stay here any longer, returned to the white dragon - and then went back again.

"Are you real? If you're not, tell me first. It's not fun at all."

...

Joan was lucky. She found salty crystal ore, a puddle, and a shed where the miners lived around the cave.

There must be nothing left in the shed, but wood is a precious treasure in Joan's eyes.

On the first night, she didn't have time to find coal, so she took the wood off and took it back to burn.

"Lord Ilimoyas?"

Using stones to surround the fire pit, Joan called out to the blue dragon.

Ilimoas raised her eyelids, and a short dragon language magic sounded. A ball of fire fell into the stove, and the wood burned with a "whoosh".

Joan sat by the fire pit, stretched out her palm to the flame, and the flickering flame quickly warmed her body.

There was no food, but Joan was not very hungry. She planned to rest for a day and go to the village at the foot of the mountain tomorrow morning.

"Haa..."

Joan yawned, put a few more pieces of wood in the stove, climbed into the low house, and popped her head out after a while: "Good night, Lord Blue Dragon."

There was no response, but the giant dragon lying on the treasure mountain and the chiseling sound of the jackals from the depths of the mine made Joan fall asleep with great peace of mind.

...

In the early morning, Joan woke up with sleepy eyes.

"Good morning, Master Ilimoyas."

Still without a response from the blue dragon, Joan didn't mind, she got up, lifted her skirt and stepped over the cold fire pit.

A thin layer of mist floated in the Broken Mountains in the morning. Joan came out of the cave and washed her face in front of the puddle she found yesterday, and returned to the cave with a refreshed face and a slightly red nose.

"I'll go to the village down the mountain to have a look."

Ilimoyas lazily wagged her tail in response.

Joan went out in the mist and walked down the mountain, thinking about what to buy.

In addition to luck, Joan also has strength.

After all, luck alone is not enough for a little girl to do business in the wilderness full of dangers.