Leaving the upper epidemic area, Chino washed his hands and went to the bakery to buy half a dozen cranberry breads, half of which he ate on the spot, and the other half was packed and brought back to the barracks.

After opening the Paladin, Chino exchanged 14 Esteem Points for 14 Silver Moons.

It is not yet known the strength of the reincarnation team, nor is it known whether he will be teleported to other places after this round of invasion, or whether he will have to stay in this absurd world.

If it's the former, it's naturally best to directly exchange respect points for some high-tech weapons and armor.

But if it's the latter, things that don't belong in the current world will easily attract attention, and his path will be very difficult.

To be on the safe side, before figuring out the rules of the game, it's safest to exchange respect for this world's money.

14 Silver Moons is not huge for Chino, so there is no need to take it to the One-Eyed Dragon to operate on it, and just put it in his wallet.

There are 54 respect points earned from Luca, and there are 40 points left to spare.

As for the fear value, there are too few stats right now, and there are very few things that can be enhanced, but it's not impossible.

In the basic genes, muscle strength, nerve response, cell activity, and so on can be strengthened.

Compared to special genes such as wasteland creatures, the fear required to strengthen the base gene each time is very small, only 50 points, and the corresponding improvement space will be much smaller, but it is better than nothing.

The fear he received from Ramos was 59 points, which could be strengthened once, and Chino put it into "night vision" to allow him to see more clearly in the darkness in case of a possible night attack.

After the exchange, the warm sensation flooded over the surface of his eyeballs, and he found that the scenery at night was much clearer and the visibility was farther away.

Back at the barracks, he took a shower and changed into clean clothes, placed honey water and cranberry bread on his desk, and took a quill pen to write a letter detailing what happened to Ramos and Luca, and hoped that the civil magistrate of Plo would find out about it.

After writing the letter, he asked Paladin to go to the post station to send it urgently, and began to read books about the world.

This look directly saw that at 3 o'clock in the morning, Chino slept for 3 hours and got up at 6 o'clock.

He handed over 450 Iron Moons to Paladin and proceeded to attend to his official duties.

In the evening, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

Paladin's voice came, "My lord, may I come in?" ”

Chino: "Come in." ”

Paladin gently pushed the door in: "Today is the 10th of God Bless, the tavern will be discounted on the 10th of every month, we are going to have a drink, do you want to be together?" ”

Chino read from the book yesterday that there is no such thing as a "week" in this world, only a "month".

Like the previous life, the months here are also 12 months, 30 days each, and they all have their own titles, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year: Dew, Flower Language, Booting, Fog and Rain, Red Lotus, Flowing Fire, Divine Blessing, Luoying, Frost Day, Cold, Winter, and Returning Snow.

The method of saying the date is like Paladin, adding the name of the month to the date, for example, today is the 10th day of "God's Blessing", which is called the 10th day of God's blessing.

Chino didn't have much time and wanted to continue reading, but he had another idea.

In addition to learning about the world from books, hearsay from others is also a way.

Compared to the vast world, Shilin Town is only one acre and three points of land, and it is difficult to leave traces in those history books. Even if there is, it is only a passing mention, and the distribution of forces around it, customs and customs are rarely mentioned.

There are still 12 days before the reincarnation team attacks, and in addition to the triple shackles in the body, it is also extremely important to make good use of his identity, the civil affairs officer of Shilin Town.

As the supreme administrator of the town, the civil magistrate has the power to assemble the town's troops.

Thinking of this, Chino got up: "Please wait for me, I'll change my clothes." ”

"Of course." Paladin closed the door.

Change your clothes and go.

Paladin called another centurion, Baiza, and the two were said to be good brothers who had served together for more than ten years.

The town of Shirin is relatively small, with only one tavern called Nightingale.

It's just dusk, and the residents who don't have money are resting early and preparing to get up early tomorrow to work.

Wealthy residents can't wait to enjoy the upcoming nightlife, and the Nightingale Tavern is buzzing with activity.

The troubadour sits on a white bench with a pear wood guitar, his fingers jumping like elves, and the melody of the guitar and the singing in his mouth blend beautifully, no matter how irritable the day's work may be, it always seems to soothe people's hearts.

Wisps of green smoke from the burning candle flame wrapped around the people, dyeing the halo of the sunset even more blurry, and everyone sang loudly and staggered. As the aroma of alcohol lingered on the tip of the tongue, several overdrunk drinkers lay on the table with red faces, talking vague dreams.

As soon as Chino and the others entered the door, the tavern owner greeted him with a smile: "Paladin!" My old fellow~ you always come at this time. Have I reserved a place for you, or have I served the same wine from before? ”

Paladin was as smart as a human spirit, and he directly stepped out of his position and said in a deep voice: "You should ask the civil magistrate about this kind of thing." ”

Chino grasped every second of time he could use, and now he was reading a book, and he said casually, "Just follow what Paladin said." ”

It can be seen that in the past, Chino not only had no prestige in the barracks, but also did not have it among the people, and the tavern owner did not face the due respect of the civil officer, but just turned around and left with a sigh.

The tavernkeeper had barely taken two steps when Paladin grabbed him by the shoulder, so hard that his bones ached.

"Say hello politely to the Civil Officer." Paladin's eyes were deep.

The tavernkeeper gasped in pain, and though he didn't understand Paladin's eyes, he did as he could: "Good evening, Lord Civil Officer, please come with me." ”

Led everyone to sit in a relatively quiet corner, the boss quickly brought the wine jug and some snacks, such as fried beans and fried peanuts.

Paladin also took out 10 copper moons and asked for 1 pound of air-dried beef as a snack.

Chino drinks a lot of wine, after all, processors often walk through banquets in order to get closer to their targets.

However, his physique is relatively special, he lacks acetaldehyde dehydrogenase in his body, and alcohol is very slow to metabolize.

In layman's terms, you blush when you get drunk.

Therefore, he drinks a good amount, but he won't take the initiative to drink if he has nothing to do.

On this occasion, he drank two glasses—long after Paladin had finished drinking, of course.

Drinking and drinking, Paladin was suddenly stunned: "My lord, are you okay?" ”

Chino subconsciously touched his hot face and said lightly, "It's okay, don't worry about me." Do you all drink this fruit wine? I thought you'd like the stronger. ”

"Stronger?" Paladin seemed to hear some kind of joke, "I admit it's a good joke. It's already the strongest liquor in the world. ”

Hearing this, Chino drank the wine in his glass and savored it.

The sweet aroma comes to the nose, and there is no throat-piercing sensation, but a fruity taste of white peach, with a maximum degree of only 20 degrees.

Chino: "Are you sure it's the strongest liquor?" ”

Paladin: "Of course, I've never heard of a stronger wine than this, there are many more excellent than it, and the royal tribute wine is not something we can enjoy, but if you want to talk about the strength, it's all about the same." ”

Chino nodded, and quickly understood that there should not be decent distillation technology in this world, and most of them are fermented wines made from grains or fruits, generally only a few or ten degrees, and 20 degrees is indeed the strongest wine.