Bringing Culture to a Different World

The servant enthusiastically motioned for Norgus to sit on a magical machine made of steel.

Norgus had heard of such a thing. Humans named it the ‘Magical Vehicle’. It was said that its speed was hundreds of times faster than that of horses, and its endurance was also far above that of horses.

However, in the harsh terrain of the frost plains, the speed of such a magic machine was not even faster than that of horses. It was still a question of whether it could be maintained.

Therefore, Nogus had always been somewhat disdainful of the things created by humans.

The teleportation ability of the sin demon could not be used on the surface of Nolan. Due to the fact that he was in a hurry, Nogus had no choice but to bring a chaos demon guard and the spellcaster into the magic carriage.

The attendant driving the magic carriage drove all the way to the road above Nolan. When the magic carriage had just reached the exit leading to the surface of Nolan, it was not long.

“Stop!”

Noggs asked the attendant to stop the magic carriage by the roadside, then directly pushed the door open and got out of the magic carriage.

“What’s wrong with His Highness Noggs?”

This attendant was a demon who was under the banner of Black Pigeon, so he appeared a little jittery when he welcomed Noggs.

“Is that the surface of the human world up there?”

Noggs rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He was already injured and his body was quite weak. After sitting on the magic carriage, he felt dizzy and nauseous.

This made him very uncomfortable.

“Yes, Your Highness Noggs,”the attendant said, “I can be your guide.”

“Don’t worry about this magic-conducting machine, just walk.”

Noggs gave another order.

He didn’t feel any discomfort riding a warhorse for thousands of miles on the battlefield, but he couldn’t deal with this magic-powered machine with his superb riding skills… This made Noggs a little frustrated.

“General Noggs, this should be the exit to Squirrel Street. There’s a relay station at the end of this street, there should be the horses you want.”

The blue-clothed man who was following the group as a captive suddenly said.

The attendant was about to speak when he heard the blue-clothed man’s words, but when he saw that Noggs was about to speak, he shut his mouth.

“You’re one of the rulers of this city. You must be very familiar with this city.”

Noggs finally remembered that his captive was one of the seven sages of this city. If he appeared on Nolan’s street wearing handcuffs, it might cause chaos.

“I’ve left this city for a long time. However, I’ve watched it build up from a village into this brilliant city. I think… Some changes will occur in these years.”The blue-clothed man glanced at the magic vehicle and said, “However, I’m still qualified to lead the way.”

‘The ruler of Nolan?’? Hearing Nogus’description, the demon attendant didn’t dare to say anything.

Therefore, after they finished their discussion, this attendant only dared to carefully follow behind this group of powerhouses.

“Squirrel Street is the most marginal street in Nolan, which is also the street where all the dark things in Nolan gather. However, to General Noggs, these dangers should be nothing.”

The blue-clothed man stepped onto the steps leading to the surface of Nolan. When he saw the sunlight shining into his eyes and was about to exclaim, “I’m back, Nolan.”.

What entered his eyes was not the shabby and poor squirrel street that he remembered, but a moving painting.

This huge painting was hanging on the wall of the house. An Elf with short golden hair was inside the painting frame, wearing a hat on his head with an elegant gesture.

“Lanzus clothing workshop, the most stunning choice for the late autumn season.”

The blue-clothed reporter remembered the name of this clothing shop. It could be said to be the largest clothing shop in Nolan.

But why was there a painting hanging outside, and there was an elf in the painting, wearing clothes and displaying some… pretty poses?

The next second, the Elf in the painting disappeared, and was replaced by a dark tavern. A short man was competing with a huge troll in strength.

The man was obviously unable to hold on under the pressure of the troll. When the man failed the first time and the troll knocked on his chest to demonstrate his strength, he took out a bottle of potion and drank it.

In the next second, the muscles on the man’s body expanded and pushed the troll to the wall of the tavern.

‘Dorenke Strength Potion, allows you to have the strength of a troll. Orange flavor is also available. Drinking too much is harmful to your health.’

The blue-clothed man rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He knew Dorenko as well. He was one of the famous alchemists in Nolan’s older generation.

“Is this the most marginal place in Nolan?”

Nogus also came to the street on Nolan’s ground. Standing on the street, Nogus’s first impression was that it was a place with the word ‘bustling’.

On this street, Nogus could see almost all the ‘creatures with civilization’, whether it was humans, orcs, dwarves, and goblins.

“No… Squirrel Street wasn’t like this before.”The blue-clothed man covered his forehead and looked at the surrounding buildings. The posters and job s hanging on the buildings made him feel that his eyes were not enough.

He had already seen that Nolan would change after so many years, but… This change was too earth-shattering. It was like a different city… No, a different world!

“Where is the Courier Station?”

No matter what, Noggs was someone who had used the magic net. He had seen the posters and posters on Nolan’s Street on the Spellcaster Forum, so he was much calmer than the blue-clothed person.

“Please go this way.”

The blue-clothed person was glad that although the scenery on the street had become unfamiliar to him, the buildings around the street were the same as before. The blue-clothed person could vaguely recognize some of them.

The blue-clothed man brought Noggs all the way to the most deserted courier station in Nolan, but a square had appeared in front of the Courier station at some point in time.

A large crowd had also gathered here. In the blue-clothed man’s memory, the depressed shop had reopened for business, and the whole square was as bustling as Nolan’s downtown.

What the blue-clothed man cared about the most was the statue of a hound standing in the middle of the square. Under the statue was a large number of bouquets, and passers-by would occasionally hold the bouquets and place them under the statue, there were also people holding strange magical machines that were flashing at the statue of the Hound.

What were they commemorating?

The blue-clothed man searched through his memories, but found that there were no hounds worth commemorating in Nolan’s history.

However, there were statues and flowers. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed that there was a hound here who had done something great and then died.

And while he was away… What happened to Nolan?