CHAPTER 629: 95. BIG POTPOURRI

"Step, step, step!"

On the icy, snowy road, several speeding carriages quickly crossed the interval between the port and the city. On the middle carriage, where Fisher was riding, Fisher and Philis each pulled back the curtains on the left and right of the carriage to survey the situation outside. However, each of them focused on different things.

Fisher was looking at the distant Sema Mountains. He had now reached the northern end of the Northern Realm. What once seemed like a distant shadow under the sky had now been magnified and appeared in front of its observers in an extremely shocking manner. The spine-like, sharply angular massive mountain range was fully covered in nothing but the pale Frost Snow that enveloped it day and night. The towering heights, where one peak soared higher than the next, displayed its ferocity and mystery like a series of relentless jaws.

This is Sema Snow Mountain, the most mysterious and dangerous natural landscape in the Northern Realm. The sight, so peculiarly majestic, captivated Fisher, who lived by the coast all year round. Although he had been to many places, the Sema Snow Mountain was definitely one of the most impressive landscapes he had ever seen.

Philis, on the other hand, was different. She didn’t look at the grand Sema Snow Mountain, but kept her gaze fixed on the distant city. For her, the city, with its rising plumes of smoke, was not just a human gathering place but also signified an important concept...

Consumption!

Indeed, although Philis was adept at loving money, she was quite generous in spending. She would buy various desired items, decorations, and treasures, which was probably why Heidlin had said her room was cluttered with heaps of stuff and hard to clean.

She flicked her tail behind her, and her pancake-like ears also trembled. Suddenly, she shrank back to the middle of the carriage from beside the window, appearing uneasy as if she wanted to fly into the city and shop ’til she dropped. Little did she expect that her move to open up her body directly allowed the outside wind and snow to rush in and hit Balzac, who was reading a book.

His face darkened. He wiped the snow off his face with the red sleeve of his garment and pointed at Philis, scolding,

"You bumpkin, why didn’t you close the window after opening it? Just a broken city, what’s there to see! We haven’t even arrived yet, staring endlessly..."

Philis, sitting cross-legged, reached up to tuck her ears and laughed,

"Heh, he was also looking. Why don’t you tell him off? Besides, I’m a bumpkin from the South Continent, but what are you? A fallen noble who’s been expelled by his own kind from Schwali? Do you have a Slave Seal on you?"

"You!"

Balzac seemed to be hit hard by Philis’s words. Suddenly, ignoring the rank difference between humans and the Lion-man Species, he was about to roll up his sleeves and start a fight. Philis nonchalantly gestured him over with a hooked finger, just about to mock him with a couple of taunts when another window suddenly made a crisp sound.

"Snap!"

Philis’s gesture of hooking turned into a cross-guard, and Balzac, who was about to stand up, suddenly froze. Both turned their heads to look back at Fisher, who had just sat back down in the middle of the carriage. He casually hooked his hand, and the agility-sleeved, the Fluid Sword closed the window that Philis had left open. The warmth was restored in the carriage.

Fisher did not speak much, just quietly settled Emhardt, who was sleeping in his arms, smoothly back onto the table. Watching his square body turn over on the table and continue to sleep, he couldn’t help but suppress a smile as he laid him flat again.

Philis and Balzac first glanced at the book on the table, then fiercely glared at each other, each impatiently folding their arms and sitting back in their places, no longer looking at each other.

"Beep beep!"

The distant sound of a steam train’s whistle, mixed with the city’s lively hustle and bustle noises, entered the carriage. Mia was about to be closed off, so this train was the last one that could officially enter Mia.

In the city, Mia’s buildings were considerably tall—even residential buildings had six or seven floors, which was substantially larger compared to Fisher’s four-story house in Saint Nali. Of course, there was a reason for this. Mia had few cities, most autonomous demi-human settlements like this clearly industrialized human city were crowded with both humans and demi-humans to increase the land usage rate by increasing the building’s capacity.

The Turand Family’s luxurious carriages, escorted by Mia’s military, sped through the city, attracting the attention of many pedestrians wrapped in thick clothing. Among them, three figures in black cloaks sat by the roadside.

These three figures sat thinly dressed under their cloaks by the roadside at the train station exit. In front of them lay a broken bowl; behind them, on the wall, hung a colorful cloth painted with clowns and elephant-like figures...

In their arms, a couple of musical instruments stained with dirt seemed to declare their identity. They were the pitiful street performers at the train station entrance. Usually, this place was bustling with people. Today, however, due to Mia’s lockdown order, it was sparsely populated, so they had little business, and the broken bowl in front of them contained only a few Northern Realm silver coins.