Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1292 Entering Bayam For the First Time

After the huge ship belonging to the Resistance docked, all of the City of Silver citizens changed into round-neck shirts, brown jackets, pantaloons, and dark-colored caps before following Oracle Danitz down the ship. They prepared to pass through the dock to enter the City of Generosity Bayam. Those clothes had been prepared beforehand.

“It’s really uncomfortable wearing this. It’s not suitable for battle…” As he walked, Liaval moved his limbs and whispered to Elder Derrick.

Derrick nodded slightly and said, “But it’s better to hide ourselves and not be too eye-catching. We don’t want to become the focus of attention.”

Derrick’s analysis wasn’t a problem at all. After all, they were outsiders and they only numbered twenty-one people. It was best if they didn’t attract the attention of others, but he seemed to have forgotten a crucial detail.

“B-but, they’re all looking at us…” Candice quickly surveyed the area and whispered.

The workers who were dressed crudely or half-naked at the pier all looked over at the tourists who wore all kinds of getups.

“They’re tall…” A Bayam resident with bronze skin and slightly curly hair could not help but sigh.

His height was only around 160. This was the height of all the male commoners in the current colonial era. As for the people of the City of Silver, other than Derrick, who was only slightly over two meters tall, the rest were on average above 2.3 meters. The tallest of them exceeded 2.5 meters.

To have such half-giants walk through the docks amidst the crowd was equally eye-catching no matter what they wore.

“Feysacians?” A Loenese in a top hat and formal suit turned his head to gossip with his companion. “Has the slave trade begun again?”

He believed that the City of Silver entourage were Feysacian slaves that the Rorsted government had bought from the Loen Kingdom. After all, in this world, the only ones he could think of who had such heights in such numbers were the barbarians who claimed to be descendants of giants.

His partner shook his head and frowned.

“It doesn’t seem like the case. Most Feysacians have light-blue eyes. Furthermore, even if they are Feysacian, few of them exceed two meters in height. Un-unless these are nobles or high-ranking prisoners of war…”

Although Feysac didn’t have a clear rule, in all kinds of industries, especially in the military, there was a phenomenon that one’s height determined one’s status. Of course, this wasn’t the only condition. It was also a combination of family background, nobility, and ranks.

Due to such “traditions,” the descendants of Feysacian royalty and the military brass were generally taller than two meters.

This was actually a superficial phenomenon that, at its essence, was an influence of their Beyonder characteristics.

height. Those who chose the Red Priest pathway would also have a certain increase in height. However, the signs weren’t as obvious in their early stages as those from the Giant pathway, and the total increase in height was only a few centimeters. They had

their ancestors were more or less “giants,” or had marital alliances with “giants.” Regardless of whether they inherited the Beyonder characteristics, the corresponding genes accumulated over

of the Giant pathway’s potion formulas, and those who had a certain heritage, tend to be in the same

Priest pathway maintained the heights of their descendants through marital

was as if

was very calm and composed. He looked around and said to the members of the reconnaissance team, “They

he knew that he had arrived, Derrick no longer felt isolated and

Mr. Fool had appointed, but that he believed that he didn’t want to trouble a god as much as possible in

outside world, so he wasn’t too confident. At this moment, to have an experienced, trustable, extremely intelligent

also knew that Mr. Hanged Man wouldn’t make any contact with him on the surface because he belonged to another faction. He wasn’t a

reason and suitable opportunities to meet… Derrick thought

reconnaissance team followed Danitz out of the dock

broadened as they saw more people than before and heard all sorts of

dressed in strange clothes with all kinds of unique characteristics. Some were in a hurry, others were strolling leisurely, and some were carrying large pieces of fruit. They used pipes to suck in the

the smell of the various spices that filled the streets made people of the City

to them, this was indeed another

and uneasy, and were not too used to such a

the sunlight in one’s soul, reflecting the sun in the

Derrick, Liaval, Candice, and the others subconsciously had similar thoughts. They felt a little uneasy but didn’t

been stunned silly by Bayam’s bustling scene in satisfaction as he inwardly muttered, This is only Bayam. If you were to go to Trier

pirate controlled his urge to mock them, as he was now Mr. Fool’s messenger. He couldn’t ruin the

hotel, Danitz gestured for the crew to handle the check-in as he

stay here for one night and

few roads that lead to Bayam. Heh, roads to this

the Tarot Gathering, knew what it meant.

Danitz continued,

left the space needed for some basic facilities such as water pipes and gas pipes. When you begin building houses, we’ll send a team over to

help of the Church of the Lord of Storms in this matter. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to purchase so much material. However, they

comprehensive enough. What they didn’t expect was that the Church of the Lord of Storms had taken the initiative to provide help on the City

pipes… Derrick gradually couldn’t understand what was being said,