A different world game? A different world game!

Under the shining sun, golden sunlight pours down on the entire city.

Asila and the children stood in front of the bronze city gate engraved with flame patterns.

The two guards at the door were centaurs wearing antler helmets, and the human guards next to them were wiping the frost on their shields with the horse's tail.

The scales on his body reflected the rising sun, casting tiny golden spots of light on the stone pavement.

"Why do they wear such helmets?" the dwarf uncle who had not returned for a long time asked curiously. He knew that centaurs could not have antlers.

"Maybe it's a trend." Asila was not quite sure about this and could only answer casually.

"Barbarian, that helmet carries magic. Most centaurs don't have very good magical talents. This helmet might be used to make up for this deficiency and play an unexpected role in battle." The mage came to a conclusion after observing it.

When they reached the city gate, the centaur guard said, "Welcome home, Night's Watch, and you little ones."

As he spoke, sparks flickered in the white mist from his nostrils, and his horseshoes stepped on the magic circle of the city gate, causing blue ripples.

The group led their children into the city, walking along the dew-soaked maple crystal path. The bronze domes of the alchemy workshops were puffing out indigo steam.

The mist condensed in the air into a fantastic scene like clouds in the starry sky, but was dispersed by the apprentice who opened the window and poured the potion.

"This is the seventh time! They say that lizard eyeballs should be stirred clockwise!" A fierce quarrel was heard from the second floor. Then, a glazed window suddenly exploded, and the flying purple bubbles wrapped around the roadside apple tree, and the fruits on the tree instantly became as transparent as crystal.

An old human woman carrying a basket of herbs shook her head and gently touched the bark with her fingertips, and amber healing agent seeped out from the tree rings.

This is the headquarters of the Alchemy Laboratory. The sign on the door reads: "No entry unless you are a night watchman. We are not responsible for any accidents." After all, without the relevant protective measures of a night watchman, if you accidentally get contaminated, it could be life-threatening.

"Don't go near this place until you grow up." Asila patted Eva's head gently and warned the children solemnly, "The patrolling night watchmen are not vegetarians."

Most of the residents in the city are humans, of course there are also many dwarves and halflings, and occasionally a small number of elves can be seen.

The group walked forward, crossed half of the city, and came to the bridge across the river.

The heat wave from the riverside blacksmith shop area was overwhelming, and the temperature here was significantly higher than in other areas. Standing on the bridge, one could see the bustling scene in that area from afar.

The bronze backs of the dwarves rose and fell in the red glow of the forge, and the pounding of the anvils was mingled with the rough ballads: "The beard of the Thunder God is kissed by flames, and the maiden tempered by fire shall not marry!"

Suddenly, crimson sparks erupted from a furnace, transforming into a fluttering salamander in mid-air. A halfling vendor crouching under the eaves immediately opened a wooden crate and shouted, "Fresh-baked lava fudge! Add mint leaves and it'll produce rainbow smoke!"

What followed was a burst of laughter from the dwarves.

"When I get older, maybe this will be my life." The dwarf uncle looked at the scene and said with a laugh.

Asira glanced at him rudely and scoffed, "Isn't your secondary class Beast Tamer? I remember you once saying you hated the thumping sound of forging iron."

"Young man, people change." The dwarf grumbled dissatisfiedly.

Haha, people do change, but dwarves are not that easy to change. After all, these dwarves are as stubborn as stones.

The noon bell rang from the obsidian spire of the Night's Watch headquarters, and twelve shadows precisely cut across the central square.

"It's already this late, let's go."

After crossing the bridge over the river, they arrived at the other half of Candlelight City, which is also the core area of the city.

The houses were built more solidly and solemnly, with a large number of night watchmen walking around, but most of them were wearing civilian clothes and were unarmed. From the bags on their waists, one could tell that their weapons were kept there.

"I heard that a riot broke out in North Cole City?"

"That's what the channel says. It's said that an evil god is behind this." "Damn evil god."

"And this damn war."

"I heard from the elves that the Moonlight Elves are ready to start a war and have even occupied the port."

"Oh, there's not much news from there, but the elves are actually caught up in a civil war, it's really..."

"Let's stop talking about this and focus on ourselves. I'm thinking of going to Lebia to hunt rats."

"I don't want to. I just moved to a new house and now I feel sick when I see mice."

Most of the night watchmen on the roadside were discussing intelligence from all over the world. This place was perhaps the most well-informed in the world.

An elf fortuneteller holding an astronomical globe set up a crystal array by the fountain. Her earrings were carved from solidified aurora.

"The third batch of honey bread from the East End bakery," she suddenly winked at a passing human mother. "There will be one with dragon scales—for the child with the cough."

The toddler in her mother's arms suddenly spoke up while holding a stuffed doll: "She's right!"

Children passing by looked over there from time to time, their eyes full of longing.

"Okay, once everything is arranged, someone will buy it for you." The person next to him said with a smile.

They crossed the Night Watch Square and arrived at the north of the city. There was a large area here, with many dreamy-looking buildings standing in a row, and the laughter of children could be heard from afar.

Hearing the laughter, Adam and the others probably knew that they were about to reach their destination.

Before they reached the door, an old woman came to meet them with several women and girls.

"Asila, oh, child." The old woman hugged Asila.

"I heard that you participated in the war in Lebia in the past two years. Were you injured?"

"It's alright, mother-in-law. You know the blessing of the Night's Watch is protecting me."

"Even with protection, getting hurt still hurts. The pain is etched in my heart."

"Okay, okay, look at these children, I rescued them." Asira quickly changed the subject.

The women and girls who followed immediately surrounded the children, squatted down and interacted with them cordially.

It must be said that these women were extremely approachable. Even the originally shy and timid vampire children were quickly comforted by their warm demeanor.

The old woman even squatted beside Ina and gently stroked her. Ina, who would normally resist strangers, froze in place, looking somewhat bewildered.

"Good boy, we're home."

With everyone's comfort, the children were taken to the orphanage ahead.

There are many children here. Most of them have lost their parents due to wars and crises caused by various evil gods. There are also many vampire children among them.

The orphanage has a comprehensive education system and various considerate living facilities. As for funding, there is no need to worry, the Night Watchmen never lack it.

Many of the night watchmen's families work here, and some even send their children here to learn and interact with their peers. (End of this chapter)