The group was not slow, so they quickly walked to one of the few buildings in this open area.

This is a rather old and vicissitudes of life, not tall or big.

Filled with a strong dusk air, it is old, like a product from hundreds of years ago.

And in fact, that's exactly the case.

Although the city of Hope is not large in size, it is completely enough compared to a population of one million.

Even if it is not taken into account that some advanced material outputs from top-notch people are required to be self-sufficient.

This ensures that they can have sufficient fault tolerance in critical situations.

Logically speaking, in such a dangerous era, in such a dangerous world.

No matter how large the area of ​​the City of Hope is or how wide the area is, there should not be any waste.

After all, every inch of land is precious in the safe area protected by the terrifying magic array that envelops the entire city.

But this is the reason, but in fact, it is not.

This area was once quite prosperous. Although it was not the center due to its boundaries, it can be regarded as a major key area.

However, something more than 600 years ago completely abandoned the place.

As for what it is, Allen doesn't know.

Even these were what he learned from other people.

Perhaps in terms of talent and talent, there is not much difference between silver from nobles and silver from civilians, and even the latter may be better.

It’s just that the difference between education and resources restricts the latter’s limits.

However, in this field of knowledge, which is purely determined by accumulation and experience, the silver from civilian origins seems to be far behind.

It’s not that they don’t work hard, but because their background and environment determine that what they work hard, are interested in, and learn are all more practical knowledge.

For example, combat skills, arrangement of troops, command and dispatch, identifying demon plants and monsters...

Most of them have little knowledge that is biased towards history.

The inheritance of history requires background, but the benefits brought by learning history are not intuitive, or in other words, those that a few talents can apply.

Among the people who are Alan and the others, the one with the best identities is just the middle class of society.

This is an embarrassing level that is neither good nor bad. Upwards, there are invisible shackles, but downwards, there are worries about falling classes.

Even if a person born in this kind of family has a status that is more common and has a better position than the lower class, the educational resources they receive are the same, mainly practical and very snobbish.

It is precisely because of this that even if a group of people take out everything they know and piece together, they are far from the truth of that year.

"I seem to remember one thing." Webster wrapped his left arm in front of him, touched his chin with his right hand, and said thoughtfully.

"What's the matter?" Alan, who was already a little hopeless, suddenly cheered up.

"When I first debuted, I was just a little famous. In order to make a living, I worked as a potion course teacher in a noble family for a period of time."

Allen encouraged him with his eyes, without interrupting him.

"Because of working with others at that time, most of us teachers prepared lessons together and organized lesson plans for textbooks."

Speaking of this, Webster shrugged, "After all, you know that if it is just a relationship between students and teachers, then most of the teachings are ordinary knowledge, which is not precious."

Not only Allen, but the rest of the people also nodded and expressed their understanding.

This world is indeed very dangerous, but this does not mean that humans can abandon past grudges, unite together without any grudges, work together to create a future.

For creatures like humans, they will always perform concertoes of truth, goodness, beauty, falsehood, evil, and ugliness without desperate situations.

Therefore, the control of knowledge and self-realization also exist in this world.

This is not good, but in Allen's opinion, it is not too bad.

After all, freedom and autonomy without bottom line brings complete destruction.

However, the measures that were originally just for the sake of precautions and risk control have become measures to control rights and master the transfer of class.

A sudden sigh in his heart, but Alan's face was still the same as before.

He is just a passerby in this world. It is not something he can do in a short while to change this.

If you can get through the [Dark Arrival], it will not be too late to try to make a difference later.

If you can't get through, then it's meaningless to think so much now.

I just don’t know whether the disaster in this world will continue to the Darvia continent?

If this doubt was heavy on my heart like a rock, Alan felt a little depressed in his breathing.

Now, to be honest, Allen has guessed some secrets of [Dark Arrival].

Evil god!

Not necessarily exactly, not necessarily correct.

But at least, it is an existence of the same level as the other party.

Can you deal with the disaster that has not yet been restored to the complete Darvia continent in the face of such a disaster called [God]?

Shaking his head, throwing the anxiety in his heart out of his mind.

No matter how much you think about it now, it will be useless. It’s better to do it well in front of you.

Moreover, there are tall men holding on to the sky when the sky falls. Now, it’s not time for them to hold on to the juniors!

"Once again, during the break of preparation, we also talked about buying a house and buying a property in the City of Hope."

Speaking of this, Webster was also a little embarrassed.

Leaving from his heavy thoughts, Allen couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

Unexpectedly, Webster was still worried about his family's shortcomings.

"The person who served as the history teacher said that this area was called [Hawkland] more than 600 years ago."

Upon hearing this, Allen's eyes suddenly stern.

The other people who were listening suddenly changed their faces.

[Hawkland], in the language of this world, it means it is [Tinder]!

No matter which world or what civilization it is, [Tinder] is a threshold that cannot be avoided.

Inspire wisdom and bring light.

The dividing line between chaos and tranquility, the critical point of barbarism and civilization.

Materialism, idealism, mythology, history...

All are like this!

Although the civilization in this world was not born purely from the original, it was added with some artificial factors.

However, the meaning of [Tinder] has not been deleted much.

Its important position is no less than that.

If it were normal times, in peaceful and peaceful times, a simple name would not attract much attention.

However, outside this city, there is endless fog and no light in all directions.

The word [Tinder] means too much, too important, what can be represented, what can be expressed, and what can be symbolized.

Of course, it is too conspicuous in itself.

“【Tinder】?”

Alan murmured out the meaning of [Hawkland], with deep eyes and deep abyss as deep as the sea.

"That's right." Webster affirmed.

Then, he added: "And, if he remembered correctly, he told me at the beginning."

"The owner of this land is the Walkerdale family."

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but pause in their hearts.

The face seemed ordinary, still calm and calm, and even laughed from time to time, but in my heart, I became more and more calm, vigilant and alert.

As I said, I became a silver rank, and there were few real fools.

Therefore, with Allen's suggestive reminder and Webster's direct explanation, they would not think that this time the treasure hunt would be as easy as before.

However, it is not enough to raise some spirits and say that it is too scary.

They had expected this situation long ago.

From the beginning, Allen and the others never believed that there was a pie falling from the sky.

If Nolte and others found one or two resource points, Allen might be happy. If he found three or four, Allen might look at him with admiration, five or six, Allen would be dumbfounded.

But fifteen were found...

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To be continued...