Chapter 633 One-day trip The nearly three-meter-tall "giant" said with regret: "The 'Six-Man Council' stipulates that we cannot talk about things that are not mentioned in the Holy Scripture. You are a follower of Mr. Fool, and you must have heard the sermons and know the official version. I cannot tell you the rest, just like I cannot tell you that I have personally seen the 'Angel of Redemption' and received his help." At this point, the "giant" tried to pat Lumian's shoulder again, but Lumian dodged it skillfully and unnoticeably. “What’s your name?” Lumian didn’t quite believe it in his heart, but he pretended to be respectful on his face. The giant replied: “Livalier. "Cheers to the new students of Silver City!" Lumian raised his huge beer glass, clinked it with the other man’s, and then drank the rest of the golden liquid in one gulp. He touched his bloated belly and pointed in the direction of the bathroom, indicating that he wanted to go to the bathroom. There was nothing special about the beer in New Silver City, but the cups were too big. After drinking two cups, Lumian couldn't handle it anymore given his physique and alcohol tolerance.

This is not about being drunk, this is about being full! Lumian entered the bathroom and stood in front of one of the urinals, unbuckled his belt, and half-closed his eyes. Amid the sound of splashing, a "giant" over three meters tall entered and chose the urinal next to him. Lumian subconsciously turned his head to glance, then slowly looked away. He stared at the wall in front of him with a confused look until the pressure in his lower abdomen was completely relieved. Then he walked out of the bathroom and sat back in his old seat at the bar. Livalier had ordered him a new drink, a dark but not dirty beer that had a hint of brown as it swirled. "Try it, the specialty of New Silver City, Black Face Wine!" The "giant" who firmly believed that he was a human being introduced enthusiastically. "Black beer?" Lumian asked in confusion, holding up the beer glass that was bigger than his head. Livalier suddenly felt a little sad: "There is no sun in the 'Forsaken Land of the Gods', and there is no fertile land. Only black-faced grass can grow. It is our staple food and has fed generations of Silver City residents. Although it is never enough, it is better than nothing. “At that time, it was impossible to use black face grass to make wine, it was too extravagant, too luxurious. "Haha, now that there is enough food, meat and milk, I have actually grown taller again, a full 30 centimeters taller than before." "In New Silver City, can we still grow black-faced grass? Plant it underground?" Although Lumian is not a "farmer", he grew up in the countryside and knows that those plants in extreme environments will most likely die if they are moved to a normal environment. Livalier smiled: "Yes! It can grow in any environment. Of course, we asked someone to improve the seeds of black grass to make it more suitable for the current environment. Its taste is actually very different from before. It's much, much more delicious. Try it. You can't drink this kind of beer outside. We don't grow much of it ourselves. It's mainly to remember the past." Lumian brought the beer glass to his lips with interest and took a big gulp. The first thing he tasted was the normal, lighter malt aroma, then he felt the freshness of grass and a little stimulation in the sweetness, and finally the faint taste of milk permeated his mouth. "Yes, it's very special and a great experience." Lumian did not hesitate to praise. He asked curiously: "Do you have any strong liquor made from black-faced grass?" Livalier's expression darkened slightly and he shook his head: "We in New Silver City all think that alcoholism is decadent, self-indulgent, and a waste of food, so we refuse strong liquor."

At this point, he paused: "Also, blackface grass doesn't seem to be suitable for brewing. Even if it's made into beer, drinking too much will cause hallucinations. I drink no more than three cups each time." Slightly toxic? The people of New Silver City survived from generation to generation by eating this plant when they were in the "Forsaken Land of the Gods". It was not easy... Lumian thought of his sister's occasional jokes and said with a smile: "Will you see a bunch of little people dancing if you're drunk?" Livalier thought for a moment and said: "No, the hallucinations are different most of the time. I've seen my wife slap me in the face, heard the cries of my dead relatives, and found a baby lying on the side of the road, crying loudly..." Lumian couldn't bear to hear anything about the baby crying, so he lost interest and started talking about the taste of the black face wine. After finishing the cup, he went to the bathroom again, then left the bar, planning to take advantage of the good afternoon sun to walk around the New Silver City, and then "teleport" back to the "Berry" docked in Hunter Harbor in the evening. Most of the people walking among those few-story but extremely tall buildings are "semi-giants". Occasionally, one or two "giants" over three meters tall can be seen, and there are almost no ones under one meter and eighty, unless they have childish faces. Lumian was barely tall enough, and his eyes were darting around. He found that some green vines were climbing on the outer walls of some houses, and many soft, large, white and plump mushrooms grew on the vines. Mushrooms? When did vines grow mushrooms? Lumian frowned, doubting his own knowledge of botany. Thinking that this might be a special plant brought from the "God-forsaken Land" by the New Silver City, he felt relieved again. He walked to a roadside stall, raised his head and said: "You sell milk, why don't I see any milk buckets?" The vendor was two meters five or six meters tall, with a slightly gray-blue complexion. He smiled naively and said: "That house in the back is mine. Do you want some milk?" "Have a drink." Lumian had already asked, and he had enough money to buy a glass of milk. Although the currency commonly used in the New Silver City does not include Fel Gold and Gold Risso, gold is a hard currency everywhere. The vendor happily took a cup, turned around and walked to his two-story house, reached out and picked a soft white mushroom. He held the mushroom to the rim of the cup and gave it a hard squeeze. The milky white liquid gushed out and quickly filled the cup. Lumian's mouth dropped open slightly, and his eyes were once again filled with confusion. You call this milk? "Okay." The "half-giant" vendor handed the milk to Lumian. Lumian took it reflexively and asked blankly: “Is that a mushroom?” "Yes, milk mushroom." The "half-giant" vendor looked sincere. You call that mushrooms? Lumian paid the bill in a daze, holding the cup, and left the roadside stall. He didn't remember how much he paid, nor did he remember that his original plan was to chat with the other party while buying milk. After walking about ten meters, he put the cup to his mouth and took a sip. A smell of milk!

Lumian frowned and drank the glass of milk, not thinking there was anything wrong with it. But this liquid comes from the mushrooms! “Just treat it as a special plant… Just treat it as a special plant…” Lumian muttered to himself and had no intention of trying it again. He was afraid that if he drank too much, he would produce milk himself! He continued to wander, walking aimlessly on a road that was twice as wide as the streets in Hant Harbor. Suddenly, another "half-giant" with a slightly gray-blue complexion came over. He was holding a thick book and said enthusiastically: "My friend, if you are interested in learning about our signpost and our savior..." Lumian laughed, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed: "Praise the fool!" "So you are brothers." The "half-giant" was a little disappointed but very happy. The two sides were communicating in the ancient Feysac language, but Lumian had just heard that when the residents of the New Silver City were communicating with each other, they would occasionally use words in the Giant language that could leverage supernatural powers. "Are there usually outsiders here?" Lumian asked casually. The "half-giant" smiled and said: "There are often outsiders who come to visit, experience and tour. In the first few years, some people chose to settle here, but later most of them moved away because they felt it was too stressful to live with us. Haha, we are too tall and don't know how to enjoy life." As he spoke, the "half-giant" took something out of his pocket and handed it to Lumian: "I'm glad you came to visit New Silver City and try the sugar we produce ourselves." It was a candy wrapped in blue and white tissue paper. Lumian took it without hesitation, tore off the wrapper, and stuffed the white candy into his mouth. The strong aroma of milk and mellow sweetness quickly fermented on the tip of his tongue, silky and delicious. The aroma of milk... Lumian's heart moved, and he asked with a strange expression: “Is this candy?” "Yes." The missionary "half-giant" replied with a smile on his face. "What kind of milk do you use?" Lumian never thought that he would ask such a question one day. The "half-giant" answered normally and naturally: “The milk of the milk mushroom.” “……”Lumian held the candy in his mouth, unable to spit it out or swallow it. He could feel the sincerity and enthusiasm of the other party when he gave the candy just now. In the following time, he saw mushrooms fried with a meaty aroma, mushrooms grilled with a fishy smell, and all kinds of strange mushrooms. Lumian looked confused the whole time as he watched the "half-giants" and "giants" happily sharing with each other. Unconsciously, he walked to a corner of the New Silver City. There stands a very tall building here. It is divided into two parts, with a pointed tower on the left and a dome tower on the right. The exterior walls are grayish white and are about thirty or forty meters high. "Is this the Twin Towers? According to Livalier, the pointed tower is where public facilities such as the library are located, and the dome tower is where the 'Six-Man Council' that rules the New Silver City works... There must be sealed objects and powerful people in places like this..." Lumian stood not far away, looking at the building in front of him.

His eyes swept over the dome-shaped tower and found that in the cracks of the bricks and stones near the ground, there were clumps of black plants that looked like hair growing out, hanging there and swaying in the wind from time to time. Lumian retracted his gaze and walked towards the spire, wanting to see what books would be passed down in the New Silver City, a human settlement that had lasted for thousands of years in the "God-forsaken Land". (End of this chapter)