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And just like I didn't notice any such thing back in the first city I have seen in this world, as soon as I crossed the gate and the sight of the mountains got blocked by all sorts of small houses, multistorey buildings, shops and training grounds, all my hopes laid down with their hands on the back on their head before the reality unloaded the entire magazine in their back before throwing them to the pit that my hopes dug themselves.
Even if here and there I could see some signs of what I hoped to find here, most of the stuff that surrounded me as I followed the elder appraiser, looked exactly the same as what I could see in any slum of slightly backward city. \\
Heck! After my aunt that lived her life in the big, central city of Poland, shown the photos of how the streets near her home looked like, I could even argue whether this place wasn't nicer!
\”You must be full of questions, but please, bear with me for now. There are proper procedures for everything here.\”
As if my silence bothered the guy leading me, he leaned his head to the side as if wanting to confirm that I was still there, hiding it behind the words of reassurance.
\”Don't worry. After everything that I went through in the last few days, just seeing a civilised place like this calms me down.\”
After a few minutes of walking through the main street that extended from the very gate, I passed to get to the city, my guide finally took a turn, leading me through a big arch decorated with the painting of a red goose hanging from its central point.
\”This place is the initiation stage for the goose sect. I guess the distinctive colouring didn't escape your attention.\”
Just like the elder said, as soon as I moved through the arch, the entire surroundings changed. From the building in all sorts of styles and people in all sorts of clothing, everything turned uniform. No matter where I looked, all the constructions were based on a circle at a base and pointy top, with all the walls painted in the bright tone of red, while the crowd around us wore only one type of red clothes.
Simple red pants and redshirt for men, and something along the lines of a red qipao for women. The only thing that allowed me to differentiate between two people was the number of white strips they were wearing on their right arm.
Even if neither the guard nor the appraiser asked for where did I even came from to end up as a survivor of a shipwreck on their island, I still had to adhere my words to the fake backstory I came up with. In the Overlord's island I could come up with any random bullshit I wanted, but here, in the local centre of culture filled with people that actually knew a lot about other countries and cultures that existed, I had to at least hint at coming from a place familiar to them!