Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

She used her camera to take photos of the lighthouse in the distance, recording them from different angles as her experience of coming here. Also captured by the camera lens and frozen in the photos were the buildings of Glenfalo. The buildings here were not as dilapidated and desolate as those in Saltwind City, and the mental state of the townspeople was also normal. They knew how to clean the streets and repair houses.

The ocean is not completely dead, and normal marine life can still be caught. The land that has not yet been completely salinized can be used to grow a variety of crops and produce food to meet the daily needs of the people in the town.

If you can find a hotel to stay in, take a bath in the bathroom or take a shower, even if it is a cold shower, the purpose is to clean the stains and odors on your body.

It had only been two days since Feng Qingyu last showered, but he already felt like he had been pickled.

A clean female should take a bath at least two to three times a day. If she mates too often, the number of baths should be increased appropriately to keep the tail and ring muscles highly clean.

The air in Granfalo can be described as fresh, which is more comfortable than the turbid and dull environment of Saltwind City. The town is not small in size, and a square as wide as a university playground has been built near the sea. In the center of the square is a miniature statue, and the protagonist of the sculpture is not a famous Iberian person, but a lighthouse.

“Is this the Eye of Iberia?”

Feng Qingyu couldn't compare it with the lighthouse in the distance. The two were too far away, beyond the distance her eyes could see. The vision of the Terrans was limited, and she was just an inconspicuous one among many ordinary people.

"It is."

Gloria stroked the statue with her fingertips, and a thin layer of ash covered her palms.

The statue has many signs of repairs and the years have left many scars on it. It is like a weathered Iberian standing on a seaside watchtower, serving as a dutiful scout for Granfalo, and echoing the real Eye of Iberia.

"This town is the epitome of the Iberian Golden Age of Reconstruction, and it was once inhabited by several generations of islanders. You know what islanders mean, right?"

"The islanders are the Agor people who left Agor and came to live on land from the ocean. I know this. Miss Archon, don't underestimate the weak land people."

At this time, Feng Qingyu was very glad that he had studied Iberian history seriously. Although the purpose at that time was to cope with the school's history exam, and also to accumulate more materials for writing articles, so that he would not be at a loss for words when he needed to practice, he never thought that he could avoid being despised in front of Archon Agor.

It is true that people should read more while they are alive.

"Very good, since you know this history, there is no need for me to spend more time explaining it to you. You only need to know that Granfalo was the former home of the Agors who left the ocean. Before the Great Silence, everything was normal. The people on land and the visitors from the ocean lived in harmony, and no one was hostile to the kind and simple Agors. The Agors helped the people of the Iberian fishing village build this town and settled here. They later became the basic force for the construction of the Eye of Iberia. Including the designers and architects of the lighthouse, they are all Agors."

"Does this have anything to do with why you came to Glenfalo?"

Feng Qingyu noticed that Goletia repeatedly emphasized the word "Agorians" in her words. She didn't seem like someone who would repeat a sentence without meaning. It was she who proposed to come to Granfalo, and she could be said to be the guide of this journey.

She didn't like to talk much, and she didn't discuss with Feng Qingyu why she came to Granfalo. The three deep-sea hunters had reached a consensus, and she was the only one who knew nothing about it.

"Here are the people and things we are looking for. We will not leave until we find them. We can talk about that later. There is no need to let irrelevant guys hear our conversation. Now it's time to find a restaurant to have lunch."

Goletia took her hand away from the statue, leaving a light handprint on the base of the statue. It was not because Goletia's hands were too dirty that the statue was dirty. On the contrary, the place where the handprint was left was the cleanest because of the dust on the statue.

There was a pool of water in the center of the square in front of the town. Iberia had just experienced a heavy rain in the early hours of this morning, and the water accumulated in the low-lying area of ​​the square.

It is cleaner than the intercity square in Saltwind City, with no piles of garbage and waste, nor broken or fallen statues or dilapidated bricks and tiles of houses.

Several townspeople, dressed simply but neatly, hurried past and commented on the outsiders in very low voices.

Feng Qingyu has become completely accustomed to the attitude of the Iberians, which is cold and suspicious. They crawl slowly like a turtle, and when they encounter other creatures, they retract their bodies into their shells to cut off contact with the outside world.

They had no intention of chatting up outsiders, and Feng Qingyu didn't want to talk to them for the time being. Doing so would be a waste of time, so it would be better to listen to Gloria and find a decent restaurant to have lunch first.

"By the way, do you have any food recommendations? I've never had proper Iberian cuisine. I was out on a mission the week Operator Thorn cooked, so I didn't get to eat a single bite."

After being casually mentioned by Gloria, Feng Qingyu felt hungry.

I haven’t had any proper hot rice since last night. Strictly speaking, self-heating rice cannot be considered real rice. It is the product of technology and hard work.

“I recommend the Iberian ham and paella, but the octopus and cheese are also good.”

"There's actually food..."

Rice is the obsession of the Yan people. No matter when, as long as they can eat a bowl of hot rice and some hot soup, it will be the supreme happiness, especially when they are not in the native land of Yan.

There are many things that can be eaten with rice. It doesn’t matter if there are no vegetables. A little salt and soy sauce can make a meal.

She almost got wet - her eyes, tears of mixed emotions flowed out.

"Nothing to be surprised about. There is a chef in town who has learned Yan cuisine. The food he makes tastes very authentic and is not expensive. It's a pity that his shop is going to close down. You can still try it now."

Swordfish pointed to one of the lanes, at the end of which was a shabby little restaurant.

20. Lateran Basilica

The restaurant's location was not very good, hidden in a relatively secluded corner. In addition, Iberia's economy had declined sharply, and foreign tourists rarely came here to travel, so it was almost impossible to make money from opening a restaurant.

Everyone is short of money, and it is impossible for the townspeople of Glenfalo to spend extra money to patronize other people's restaurants, which would make the already poor economic conditions even worse, and the closure of the restaurant is an inevitable result.

Some Iberians gradually stopped producing the necessities of life and began to accept "gifts" from the Deep Sea Church. Restaurants, shops, factories and other places also gradually declined.

The streets of Granfalo also present a scene of depression. Noon should be one of the best times for shops to open, but the doors and windows of the shops here are closed, with old wooden signs covered with dust and cobwebs hanging on them, with "Closed" written in Iberian.

Walking all the way from the square in front of the town, there are shops like this everywhere.

The glass of the window had not been wiped carefully for a long time, and the surface was covered with a layer of dust thicker than a tissue. When I wiped it with my hand, a layer of dust suddenly appeared in the palm of my hand.

Some naughty children will scribble on the dirty glass, or pick up stones from the beach and smash the glass to add some fun to their boring lives.

Granfalo is also a cage in another sense. The townspeople have lived here for generations and have lost the desire to leave Iberia. They are willing to stay with the pale and monotonous town and the endless ocean that does not arouse any expectations until they die.

At the highest point of the town, there is a steep slope with a slight angle. At the end of the slope is a wide flat land with a majestic religious building standing in it.

The Lateran Basilica, which is quite large, has an architectural style that is very different from that of the local Iberian Basilica. Although both are Western-style buildings, they present two completely different styles because of their different origins.

Iberia's architectural style is simple and cold, while Lateran's is solemn and holy, and almost all of it is white. Iberia is a country where politics and religion are combined. The Inquisition is responsible for domestic affairs, and religion occupies a very important position in national life.

The religion of this country is derived from the Lateran religion, which is a different sect of the same religion. The Iberian religion was once directly under the Lateran Pope, but gradually separated from the Lateran religion and eventually formed the "Iberian State Church", which became independent.

The religious icons of Iberia after the separation, the weapons held by the saints were replaced with long swords and lanterns with local characteristics. Long swords and lanterns are often seen in the hands of judges, and they are also symbolic items of Iberian religion.

The church is more attractive than the Eye of Granfalo statue in the center of the town square. It is the best preserved building in the town and the only one that does not look so dilapidated.

The church is rectangular in shape, with a traditional and sacred style. The interior of the church is magnificent, dimly lit, mysterious and built with marble. All the portraits inside are made of marble of different colors. The interior of the entire hall is in the shape of a cross. The center of the church is at the intersection of the cross. Above the altar is a magnificent canopy, and above the canopy is the dome on the top of the church.

The round dome is the most admirable part of the entire church. A beam of sunlight shines into the hall from the dome, adding a mysterious color to the solemn and dark church. The dome seems to be the gate to heaven, as if this is the sacred Lateran.

The temple separates the inside and outside worlds, as if the space inside the door does not belong to Iberia, and the door has the effect of a portal in a fantasy adventure game.

Feng Qingyu has no chance to go to Lateran for the time being, and Rhodes Island has no plans to send operators there for the time being. They are too busy at work and cannot squeeze out time for travel.

It is rare to come across such a magnificent religious building, and the urge to take pictures arises spontaneously.

The camera in the backpack is prepared for moments like this. Any beautiful scenery in Terra is worth recording and becomes a highlight of the journey to Terra.

"I want to visit the cathedral sometime. Will there be any negative impact? I mean, will the clergy inside prevent outsiders from visiting?"

"No, because there is no one in the cathedral anymore. It is just an empty cathedral now. Since the Great Silence, the Laterans who served in the cathedral abandoned it without hesitation. At first, there were clergy from Iberia who tried to support it, but as time went by, they all got tired of being trapped here without any hope. A few years ago, the last nun who stayed in the cathedral left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye."

Goletia stared at the Lateran sign just above the church door.

It was a huge and exquisite relief, carved bit by bit on a huge stone by the most skilled sculptor of the time, Agor. Today, Glenfalo is almost forgotten. The broken relief has not been repaired for many years, and the halo above the bird's head has been worn away.

"There's no one inside, you can visit as you like. The last time I came here, I saw a young Agor youth cleaning. He's a caretaker of the church and he won't refuse people from coming to the restaurant. After we finish lunch, you'll have plenty of time to wander around Glenfarrow, as long as you're not afraid of danger."

Their target is the restaurants located deep in the alleys. The restaurant signs are so shaky that people are worried that the last nail will break one day and fall down and hit unlucky passers-by.

The wooden board used to make the sign was thick and solid, and being hit by it was no joke. There was no decent hospital nearby, and no clinic was in sight, so those who were seriously injured could only consider themselves unlucky.

The restaurant is plainly named 'Iberian' and the neon sign outside is broken and probably won't be lit anymore.

The glass outside is polished to a shine and can clearly reflect people's faces, so it can be used as a mirror.

The floor in the restaurant is spotlessly clean, and the tables and chairs are neatly arranged. Although it is small and can only accommodate a dozen people dining at the same time, the owner's love for the restaurant and his job can be seen from various details.

Although the small shops on Longmen Street sell delicious food, many of them are not cleaned to such an extent. The tables and chairs are greasy and you will be annoyed by the sticky feeling if you touch them with your hands.

Pushing open the wooden-framed glass door, the wind chimes hanging above made a pleasant sound. The man who was dozing on the table was awakened by the sound of the wind chimes and almost fell down.

He was a Liberi man in his sixties with gray hair and a sturdy build. Even though he was quite old, it did not affect his physique at all.

"Welcome... Welcome."

21. Glenfarlow Lane Restaurant

Liberi stood up with the help of the table. His current situation made him quite embarrassed - a customer suddenly came to the store, but the owner was still sleeping and could not immediately entertain the only customer in the past half month.

"Hey guys... this is our menu. I don't know what you like to eat, but not everything on the menu is available. We haven't had any customers here for a while, so the ingredients are not fully prepared. If you really need it, I'll try to get all the ingredients listed above."

The owner's voice was hoarse and weathered, revealing an indescribable fatigue.

People throughout Iberia were in an extremely exhausted mental state. Perhaps it was because they were tortured by the environment day after day that they became like this.

The walls of the restaurant are still covered with faded posters of the Iberian Golden Age, and the restaurant is designed to resemble the Stuti Fira, one of the most famous ships of the Iberian Golden Fleet.

The style is very different from the current restaurant. It completely imitates the design style of decades ago, highlighting a classic and grand style. Although the interior facilities of the restaurant have become old and dilapidated, it does not look like the ship at all.

The Stutifila, also known as the Fool, has been known to anyone who knows a little about the history of the Terran world. At that time, countless restaurants and tourist attractions built in its style emerged in Iberia. Some travel companies also smelled business opportunities and invested heavily in building various large water parks and theme parks.

Iberia was once a prosperous city, and there used to be a large commercial district near Granfalo. Looking around, only dilapidated buildings remain of those large commercial districts, and the only residents are the terrifying fish on the seabed.

Feng Qingyu recalled a large-scale collective disappearance case that occurred at the beginning of last year.

Some travelers from other countries once used abandoned amusement parks as check-in spots. A challenge was held on the Internet, which required participants to explore the abandoned commercial district of Iberia and live there for a week. Participants who could do it would receive a prize from the Colombian Extreme Challengers Association.

As soon as the news came out, many people with limited funds signed up, thinking that spending a night in a run-down commercial district was no big deal. But these people didn't know that those who went in either became mentally ill when they came out, or disappeared. Only a few lucky ones did not leave irreversible negative effects, but they also had psychological traumas there and never dared to explore again.

Even today, people still check in at that business district from time to time, and private expeditions have never stopped. It is human nature to seek death. As long as they live, they will continue to try to conquer the unknown.

According to legend, every night, a huge monster would emerge from the miniature version of the Stuti Fira in the amusement park and eat up anyone who tried to find out the truth, leaving them without a chance to return...

Thoughts drifted away, Skadi called Feng Qingyu several times but got no response. Seeing this, Gloria had no choice but to go on stage herself.

"Ms. Kuroba, it's your turn to order now."

A thick menu was placed in front of her, bringing her back from the memory of the amusement park survival challenge. The amusement park might be one of the best places in Iberia, with a huge population throughput and an observation deck that reached the sky. Maybe she could find some useful clues.

Cyril's story has penetrated into her heart. Feng Qingyu feels that she has become a little crazy and wants to find the relic left by the Williams family at all costs.

This obsession might be a trait passed down in her blood. Her great-grandfather was also crazy about Iberia, and now it is her turn to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors.

I hope that the end of this road is a smooth path without haze, rather than a passage leading to a deep-sea tomb.

"Sorry, I just got distracted."

The fantasy of the magic sword in her mind was dispelled by the cold voice of Goletia. She opened the black cover and saw the menu whose inner pages were almost torn. The dishes inside were quite rich, and some unclear places were filled in by the owner with a pen.

Dishes are divided by country, and there are several familiar dishes in the Yan country section. Since people have come to Iberia, Feng Qingyu does not plan to eat Yan country food. Tasting local specialties is the right thing to do.

"I'd like an Iberian paella and ham, and a side of kelp soup."

Paella is a classic among classics. The ingredients are stir-fried with olive oil produced in Iberia. It has a rich aroma, large and plump seafood, and a crisp texture. It is often highly recommended by Iberian operators in Rhodes Island.

This dish is also available in the cafeteria in Rhode Island, and it tastes pretty authentic.

Now they were dining in a restaurant in the Iberian seaside town. With the strong local atmosphere, the dining experience should be better than that of the Rhodes Island canteen. It was not that he thought the Rhodes Island canteen was not as good as other restaurants, but Feng Qingyu preferred the feeling of adapting to local customs.

The three deep-sea hunters also ordered what they liked according to their own preferences. Maybe the previous battle with Hai Si made them feel a little disgusted with things in the sea, or maybe they were tired of eating seafood during their days in Agor. They didn't even choose Iberian dishes, but ordered some strange things.

For example, the bento set meal from Dongguk, the hamburger set meal from Colombia, and Gallic cuisine.

Some Glenfalo townspeople passed by the restaurant entrance. They were in a hurry, with strange expressions on their faces as they passed by the restaurant entrance, and they whispered to their companions.

Judging from their mouth shapes, they should be talking about the "Agor people".

Suddenly, several unfamiliar Agor people came to the town. Some townspeople ignored them, while others avoided them as if they saw something disgusting.

The conflict between the two has reached an irreconcilable point. The reasons are many. Many Agor people have defected to the Deep Sea Church for unknown reasons.

The behavior of a small number of Agor people made this group hated and hostile by most people in Iberia. Even through the glass, Feng Qingyu could feel the strong hostility of those people.

The deep-sea hunters' attire and their weapons made the townspeople afraid to act rashly. Gloria and Ghost Shark also looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows with warning eyes at the right time.

"Only fear can stop those people from moving forward. Fighting and killing are meaningless, but these people keep repeating the same thing, blaming the disaster brought about by the Great Silence on the Agor people..."

The ghost shark also showed a look of disgust.

"My father and mother told me that people on land are usually stupid and barbaric. They can't understand everything about Agor and the seabed, but they are self-righteous. They are typical examples of ambition but lack of talent. You don't need to care about the opinions of those fools, shark."

"Their looks just make me feel a little uncomfortable. Swordfish, I don't really care what others think of me. As long as you and Skadi are by my side, I won't worry about anything."

Skadi said nothing, but nodded in agreement with their words.

Feng Qingyu wanted to say "What about me?" If she was also a deep-sea hunter, she would be able to join their conversation perfectly. Deep-sea hunters are blood-related, and there is always a vague sense of ambiguity when communicating, so they are nicknamed "deep-sea lovers" by the Rhodes Island operators.

Skadi and Gloria's attitude towards Ghost Shark is indeed ambiguous, like someone more than a team member or friend, which makes people imagine.

"And you. I'll have to ask you to keep me awake in the future, Miss Kuroba."

The white-haired Agor once again showed Feng Qingyu a playful smile, just like she did this morning when she sat on him and moved around. Blood-red eyes, pale skin, long white hair that Yan people love the most, and ethereal voice all added a sense of fragmentation to the ghost shark.

The beauty is so enchanting that it is shocking.

Does this statement constitute an explicit statement of relationship?

"I...I'll try my best."