Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 285 Aurora Hanyu Port

There is actually no difference in the human species, whether it is the Bretonnians or the Imperials, or the Cathays, the Southern Kingdoms, the Nehekhara, or even the distant Amazons and other Chaos races, they are all essentially human.

With the same genes and origin, they naturally have the same resistance to chaos.

Chaos corruption has no bias towards different races. As long as you are a human, you may be infected by chaos and eventually become a beastman.

There are few beastmen in Bretonnia, because there are always idle knights looking for their own military merits.

As a result, there are no Beastmen in the entire Bretonnia except for the Ardennes Forest.

Nehekhara also has few Beastmen. There is no soil for Beastmen to survive in the desert, so they will naturally disappear.

There are many beastmen in the Southern Kingdom and the Empire, mainly because both territories are covered with dense forests and the rulers lack actual control over their own lands.

As for Zhendan, it has the largest population and must have the largest number of beastmen.

It's a pity that the control here is very strict, the forest vegetation is sparse, and the chaos corrosion is mostly blocked by Changyuan.

Even if beastmen appeared, they would be discriminated against, but they could still survive on the margins of the Aurora society.

The yellow cow plowing the field is naturally a beastman. Regardless of whether he is a cow that mutated into a human or a human that mutated into a cow, at least he is in a friendly state at present.

However, in the territory of Zhendan, the beastmen are indeed discriminated against and can only do some sneaky jobs.

This illegal scalping ticket trading naturally fell on their shoulders.

Of course Mousse was willing to buy it, so that he could get into the city earlier and not have to sleep on the ground in the wilderness.

It took more than two months to travel from the Empire to Aurora, and she needed to rest after the tiring journey.

But ordinary people would definitely believe in scalping tickets without hesitation, but only the businessman Wendlow saw the problem.

Aurora is completely different from the Empire, where the control over local grassroots is very strict.

All officials were selected through a selection system called the imperial examination and were directly responsible to their lords.

The officials of the empire are either hereditary, bought, or elected by interest groups, and are not very responsible to the lord.

Tickets within the empire can of course be bought and sold at will without any risk, but here in Aurora, the grassroots control is so sound that scalper tickets are mostly fake.

"I'm sorry, we're tired from the journey and we don't have much money. Let's take a look around."

"Don't compare prices. Why do foreign merchants always want to compare prices? The scalpers here have already occupied all the scalper ticket markets. They all have the same price."

The yellow bull raised his head in contempt, spoke the imperial language very fluently, and even shook his nose ring.

"If you buy a scalper ticket cheaper than mine, we scalpers will definitely beat that guy to death."

Even though the deal failed, the scalper continued to do his business and announced his own time to leave work.

As for Mousse, she sat down on the carriage. She was not leaving today.

If she couldn't go into the city to rest immediately, she would rest in the car and not ask about what happened afterwards.

This put Wendlow in a very difficult situation. He was unfamiliar with the place, had no intelligence or clues, no fighting force, and even no map.

Never mind, never mind, take a good rest, nothing can be accomplished by being anxious.

So he got on the carriage, asked Mousse to move his butt, and lay on the blanket himself, feeling the rare peace.

Night had fallen, and the night watchman's voice penetrated the carriage curtain, waking up Wendlow who had just fallen asleep.

It was already quiet outside, and even the entire city was plunged into darkness.

Except for the torches on the city walls and the soldiers patrolling the roads.

“A curfew system?”

Unlike the large cities of the empire, the cities of Aurora have a curfew system since ancient times.

Once night falls, no civilians are allowed to leave their houses and walk on the streets.

If discovered by Yu Yong, he is allowed to kill first and report later.

The merchants and civilians queuing outside the city also stood within the area designated by Yu Yong, not daring to take a single step outside.

Sometimes he would be woken up by the night watchman, but he would immediately mutter a few words and fall back asleep.

Although it is an open-air environment and completely exposed to the wild, the curfew system restricts freedom while ensuring everyone's safety.

Yu Yong, wearing full armor, walked on the road, holding a torch in his left hand, with his right hand on the scabbard, and a copper-made clicker hanging around his neck.

Mousse also stuck his head out, thinking it was the bloody night and witch spirits were wandering in the city.

At this time, the patrolling Yu Yong had already walked over. The group of people took advantage of the darkness to move, and were all seen by Mousse's sharp elven vision.

Pointing with his finger, Wendlow also spotted the strange group of people, about seven or eight of them, carrying all kinds of packages, and scurried to the corner.

The leader quickly squatted and lost his position in the darkness, and then several people leaned against the wall and disappeared one by one.

“Smuggler.”

This situation is very common, even in the empire.

In order to avoid being emptied by the city entry tax, or to transport some illegal things, some people will take risks and choose this illegal means to enter the city.

Of course, Wendlow had this experience before. Sometimes the imperial taxes were too high, so he chose to sneak in.

For smugglers, the most important thing is the smuggling channel. If the road exists, they can continue to make money.

Mousse saw the problem immediately. Going through the city gate required a pass. Wouldn't it be safer to just take the side road?

Wendlow was immediately mentioned, and the two quickly left the carriage and headed towards the location of the group of black shadows.

As expected, a secret door was found in a pile of grass, disguised exactly like the ground.

Reach out and pull it, and it will open directly, revealing a bottomless abyss leading to a deeper depth.

In order to avoid being exposed, they could not use torches to provide light, so the two could only walk to the deepest part in the dark.

The walls along the way are very smooth, it seems that this place has been used for a long time and has been patinated.

The depth was not particularly scary, just reaching the foundation of the city wall, followed by a room.

A faint blue candle was lit on the candlestick, and the light it emitted could only illuminate the space of about three meters around it. It could only determine the direction, but could not see anything else.

Several people sat at the table, all wearing thick hoods and masks. The leader nodded and opened his mouth to the person in front of him.

He spoke a sentence in Zhendan language that neither Wendlow nor Mousse could understand.

"fo dou ya"