And in the square, Brother Huozi and Yuan Mou were now distracted by the exotic allure of Transylvania, finding the bustling atmosphere only somewhat akin to the fantasy worlds they had imagined, more a contrast than a replica.
Although the street stalls and the "Charity Gambling King Competition" sign hanging overhead offered a moment of familiarity, as if they were on a pedestrian street back in their own world, the tall Mountain People mingling in the crowd and the plump vampire passersby reminded them that this was indeed the "Real Game" world.
The menacing mercenaries clad in leather armor and carrying weapons seemed to serve as a reminder that the order of this world was not entirely stable.
Brother Huozi lifted his head; he could see Wind Eagles soaring through the sky, the aerial service routes opened by the Mountain People of Transylvania, as the intelligent Wind Eagles always delivered passengers punctually to important strongholds in Transylvania.
