Chapter 1,210 Anuzha

A group of people walked slowly in this small village with full of curiosity. Everything around them seemed peaceful and peaceful. However, in our eyes, everything here was not only against harmony, but also against harmony - everything. Everything looked extremely out of place.

This place is located in the capital universe of Melova. From the perspective of a trans-world empire, this area can be said to be located in the center of prosperity and a political hub. It is only a dozen light years away from the capital planet of the Merova people. For a cross-world civilization, it can be said to be within the blink of an eye. It is not a primitive planet. In the coordinate database of the Merova people, this planet is marked as a direct-administered zone and indicates the existence of a long-term planetary government. All of the above, under normal circumstances, would mean that this planet has highly developed technology, giant advanced cities, private spaceships racing around the entire planet, and people wearing red hoops in the space station. The coordinator who intercepted a passing starship to check for drunk driving...

But what we see in front of us are only primitive villages, simple handmade tools, and ignorant indigenous people who work at sunrise and rest at sundown. This village is obviously at a very low level of technology. Most of the houses are large square houses built with rough planks and logs as frames and adobe bricks fired by local methods. The roofs are covered with sloping grass. These grass roofs seem to be made from the hair-like slender and flexible wild grasses on the nearby grasslands. There are no real roads in the village. The natural flat land between the houses is the road. There are not many traces of planning in the surrounding houses. Square thatched houses of large and small sizes were built randomly with uneven intervals. In the room, you can see original cars with wheels and axles fixed together, as well as weird tools that are not famous. These things should be the fruits of these indigenous civilizations. I feel as if I have entered a different world that is still in the late stages of tribalism.

The village is small, but it seems to be quite prosperous. We saw many passing villagers along the way. They look basically the same as the people on earth, but their skin has a slight gray-black color. This gray-black color is different from any skin color of people on earth. This is probably related to the special ecological environment of the local planet: after all, the gods have The information disturbance of the void can only make intelligent races very close to them in appearance and details. There are still many differences between intelligent creatures in different worlds. These local indigenous people wear hand-woven coarse cloth clothes. They have strong bodies and their skin is rough due to the wind and sun. It is obvious that this is a society where human labor occupies the main position in production activities. Everyone is rich because of engaging in the most basic heavy manual labor. With such strong and rough physical characteristics. Most of the villagers passing by were in a hurry. This time should be the time for the locals to finish their work and go home. The villagers passing us would occasionally slow down and glance here or twice, but no one stopped completely. And except for the man who was at the entrance of the village at the beginning, no one came forward to ask us who the outsiders who suddenly appeared were.

Those eyes cannot be said to be dull, but they also lack the warmth of curiosity: these locals lack the necessary enthusiasm for paying attention to strange things.

Of course, part of the reason for this is Sandora's spiritual interference at work. Our group of outsiders in strange clothes (perhaps they can be called gorgeous in the eyes of these poor locals?) should be dressed and dressed in the eyes of the villagers. People with similar temperaments to them, and their actions should not be noticeable. But Shandora's mental interference did not completely block the curiosity and thinking ability of these people. In their eyes, no matter how normal we are, we are still strangers who have never been masked. In this deserted place with a radius of hundreds of miles, we are all alone. It's a bit strange that a large group of strangers suddenly appeared in such a quiet mountain village and couldn't attract any attention.

"Work, rest. Work, rest..." Sandora has been chanting softly, releasing her power to feel the basic emotions and simple thinking tendencies of every intelligent individual around her. Finally, she read That's all. "The thinking processes of these villagers are extremely simple. They act like timers. I can't read their specific thoughts without hurting these people, but I can basically determine their action tendencies." So uniform...so uniform. Everyone in the whole village showed the same thinking tendency at this moment. Even those children over there..."

Shandora pointed to the shadow of a big house in front, where there were five or six people covered only with a piece of burlap. After a little observation of the children running by barefoot, I discovered that these children had the same expressions as the adults: they looked in a hurry and looked intently. According to Sandora, at least at this moment, the thinking tendencies of these children and adults are exactly the same!

The consistency of thinking tendencies does not mean that the thoughts are exactly the same, so these villagers should all have independent thoughts, but the consistency of thinking tendencies also means a certain degree of abnormal control. You can imagine a situation like this: all the people in the world , men, women, old and young, all think according to a timetable. At one moment, everyone in the world wants to eat at the same time. At another moment, everyone in the world wants to work at the same time. At another moment, everyone in the world wants to work at the same time. Going to bed is like seven billion accurate clocks occupying the human world... What a weird situation this is! However, Sandora told us that what she scanned now is this current situation.

Even after Sandora spread her spiritual power to cover a fifth of the planet, she scanned the same situation... Well, there is a slight difference, that is, these clocks will move according to the time zone of the planet. Adjustment.

Obviously, this kind of adjustment cannot be formed naturally.

We walked in such a weird village like this, looking at the primitive style around us that was incompatible with interstellar technology. Sandora's brows were always furrowed. She was still expanding her power, but in the end she gave up: There is no need. Scanning the entire planet, with the information she currently has, she has been able to determine that the Merova people have artificially intervened in the indigenous civilization here.

I guess Shandora is more aware of the strange situation here than any of us. After all, we can only tell that something is wrong with the atmosphere here from the behavior of the surrounding villagers, but Shandora has the ability to telepathize. Finally, she suddenly turned her gaze in one direction and relaxed her brows slightly: "Look, the only one whose thinking tendencies are out of sync seems to be the manager who was specially left here by the Melova people."

I followed Sandora's line of sight and saw a large house that was taller than the surrounding houses at the end of the "dirt road" under my feet. A young man who looked less than twenty years old was coming from inside. Push the door and walk out. He wore brighter brown-green clothes than the average villager - although the texture of the clothes was still very rough - and he didn't look like he often engaged in heavy physical labor.

There were villagers passing by who bowed to this young man. It was obvious that this man was a person with status in the village - I was a little surprised. It stands to reason that in this kind of settlement in the underdeveloped stage of civilization, people with status would either be highly respected. The old man was either a strong middle-aged leader, but the young man in front of him had neither.

Accompanied by two people who looked like followers, but were basically no different from ordinary villagers, this young man walked straight towards us, and then looked at us curiously - he showed a curious look.

"Are you travelers passing by?" the young man said briskly. "Oh, I've never seen a traveler appear suddenly. It's not easy to get around here. Are you coming from the big market to do business or are you on your way to pilgrimage?"

"Guess?" Qianqian said casually, and the young man opposite nodded: "Oh, so that's it, we should entertain travelers. Travelers are welcome in this village. Please don't be polite, God's people will always We are like a family, God loves each and every one of you, and I hope you can also bring the blessings you have accumulated on the road to our village."

I glanced at Sandora silently, and she winked mischievously: "I don't have time to make up stories, let him figure it out on his own."

"Are you the mayor of this village?" I looked at the young man in front of me curiously. The man at the entrance of the village said before that he would tell the village chief about the outsiders. Now it seems that this young man is the person with the highest status here. ——I originally thought the other person was an old man with a beard longer than his face.

"Just call me Anuzha. Or call me Nuza." The young man had a brisk expression on his face, and he was smiling happily all the time. This gave me a great sense of disobedience - not that smiling has anything to do with it. What's wrong is that the difference between the man in front of us and the ordinary villagers is really obvious. If the whole village gives us the feeling of lifeless gray, then the young man in front of us who calls himself Anuzha is like a dye vat... ...Well, is my metaphor a bit strange? "I am the mayor of this village, but in this place, I think the village chief is dispensable... Oh. It's getting late. Now is the time to enjoy dinner. According to the rules of the village, I should be the one to do it myself To entertain travelers, please come with me.”

Sandora's eyes lit up and she smiled with satisfaction. When I looked at Sandora's expression, my eyes darkened, and I was about to cry with worry——

You can tell at a glance that this remote place is lacking in daily necessities, right? Sandora, your one meal here is probably enough for two years of GDP, right? Why don't we discuss it and go out to the prairie to look for food? If nothing else, just take care of the weeds...

I complained silently in my heart, of course I would never let Sandora out to eat grass. Led by the young and energetic "village chief", the group arrived at the tallest house in the village.

This is the largest building in the entire village, and it is also the most gorgeous leader's house here. However, in fact, it is just a larger thatched house. Thick timbers formed the frame of the house. Between the frames were large adobe bricks made of gray-black clay mixed with grass stems. These materials were piled up to form a square square. On the top of the house were thirty bricks. With its angled thatched roof, this structure is the same as every other building around it. These quaint buildings have windows more than one meter high, which are oval windows, but these indigenous people have obviously not mastered the method of making glass - or other similar transparent materials - on the windows. It is covered with a mesh woven with flexible grass blades, and the light transmission effect of this thing looks pretty good. Some animal patterns are painted on the outer wall of the village chief's big house in three colors: dark green, vermilion and light blue. This should be the art of the local aborigines. At the same time, these patterns make the village chief's house the only unique one in the whole village. Decorated House: Although the decorations look like they were made from tiny bubbles.

To our surprise, this simple and closed-looking big house was not dark at all. After entering the big house, there was a square hall directly with an octagonal wooden table in the center. The hall was facing the wall of the door. Next to it is a lampstand. The clay lampstand is burning with an extremely bright and stable flame. This thing illuminates the room as brightly as during the day. It is unknown what kind of fuel it uses.

"It's a kind of polymer chemical fuel," Sandora and I communicated spiritually. Seeing my gaze lingering on the lampstand, she immediately guessed what I was thinking, and explained with a frown, "It's not naturally occurring, it's some kind of substance that requires molecular reconstruction technology to be synthesized... These indigenous people It’s impossible to build something like this.”

"That's what the Merova people gave them," I said directly through the mental connection without even thinking, "and just now this Anuzha mentioned blessings from gods... tsk tsk. If I guessed correctly. , those Merova people are having a lot of fun here."

Shandora's tone was a bit mocking and contemptuous: "God knows how they inflated themselves like this, but what on earth did they do to create such a primitive environment?"

We were talking through mental connection, and Qianqian had already gone to study the lampstand. This girl was curious about everything she had never seen before. I had to worry about her not damaging other people’s things - but Nuza seemed to be interested in the guests. Mao hands and feet don't mind at all. He just smiled relaxedly and said: "Please wait a moment, the Holy Communion is almost ready. I will call my sister down by the way. It is only etiquette for the whole family to entertain guests from far away. Well, uncles, you should go back quickly. Don’t delay your meal time.”

The two male attendants who had been following Nuza without saying a word from the beginning to the end nodded and exited the house silently. It turns out that the followers here have to go home for dinner at a certain time.

Anuzha's big house looks unusually tall from the outside. It turns out that it is actually divided into two floors. The first floor is the large hall in front of us, and the second floor can be reached by wooden stairs in the corner. We can't see what's going on above, but I could feel there was another person up there. Just now Anuzha mentioned that she has a sister, so she might be her. We sat down next to the large octagonal wooden table, looking curiously at the surrounding furnishings while muttering in the spiritual connection, and after a while. There was a rhythmic sound of footsteps coming from the wooden staircase on the second floor. I followed the sound and saw a long-haired girl who looked probably less than twenty years old (by Earth standards) walking down carrying a large, heavy-looking basin. Anuzha greeted him happily: "Sister, I brought the guest back."

The girl Anuzha calls her sister is so thin that she seems to be smaller than her younger brother. She has a beautiful appearance, although her skin color also has the unique gray-black color of the indigenous people of this world. , but this extremely light color does not affect a person's appearance, but gives the girl an exotic beauty. Perhaps because she is the village chief's family, Anuzha's sister does not have to engage in heavy manual labor. Her skin didn't look as rough as that of ordinary villagers, but her limbs were still strong, with a slender sense of strength. This girl is also wearing dark-colored coarse hand-woven clothing, which looks a bit like a short dress: she is the only woman in the whole village wearing this, at least this is the first one I have seen so far.

Our eyes were subconsciously focused on this girl, because everyone felt a kind of disharmony from each other. Shandora's power once again made a contribution, and she was the one who felt it most directly: "Another person whose thinking tendencies are out of sync." , like Anuzha, this girl's thinking tendency is different from that of other people in the village. Although she is trying to hide it, she may be using means such as self-suggestion to focus her attention on what everyone should pay attention to. It’s a problem, but you can’t hide it from me.”

"It seems that these siblings are very valuable?" Miss Lin continued.

At this time, Anuzha helped her sister bring the heavy basin to the table and took out the food: "This is a square pancake unique to our village. You can't eat it in other places. We used to have it." There are merchants who came all day and night from the big market to buy square pancakes from our village."

Anuzha took out pieces of half-foot-square white pancakes from the basin and placed them in front of us. His sister ran back to the second floor and brought down another large basin of soup. Qianqian was an enthusiastic person and immediately ran up to help. . Sandora curiously picked up the big cake in front of her, sniffed it with her nose raised, took a big bite, and said with a bulging mouth: "Well, the taste is unexpected, not bad."

Me: "..." Actually, you know, I don't believe it at all?

Ever since Sandora took a bite of the TV at home and commented that it tasted good, we no longer believe her evaluation of things. Her Majesty the Queen's taste is not in the same dimension as the people on earth!

"Well, wood, you should try it too," Miss Lin also picked up the food in front of her and took a bite. After chewing it, she said to me seriously. She dared to eat this thing of unknown origin: Anyway, we This group of people are not afraid of being poisoned to death. Apart from having a normal sense of taste, our current digestion range is actually quite weird in the eyes of authentic earthlings. "Although it doesn't provide nutrients, the taste is not that bad."

The second half of the sentence was said by her in the spiritual connection, because after all, it was not very polite to say this in front of the host.

I took a bite of the galette and came to the conclusion: I will be stupid if I try to fuck the eldest lady next time... This thing tastes like dirt!

"Of course, the most important thing is the soup used in the holy meal. Without it, people will get sick. You long-distance travelers definitely need this more." Anuzha didn't pay attention to the strange expressions on a group of us when we were eating. He began to serve soup to everyone enthusiastically, which was the large pot of brown soup that his sister brought down from the second floor for the second time. This thing smelled much more normal, at least it didn't smell like earth. Sandora picked up the soup Drink a bowl in one go and make a fair evaluation in the spiritual connection:

"Psychic intrusion-dependent poison, chronic and powerful. By the way, it tastes like cocoa."

wxs.o