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Finally, after arriving at the territory of Stillman, the two felt that the vampire corruption on their bodies had been reduced by more than half.

However, we cannot say that we have arrived at the territory of Styria.

After all, after the victory of the last Vampire War, from a legal point of view, Sylvania has been completely divided into the territory of Styria.

If we continue to talk about the two places separately, it will definitely make the locals very unhappy.

When this was mentioned, Mousse nodded. The racial differences among humans are huge, and people in different provinces have different habits and customs.

In order to continue to conceal his identity as a dark elf, he must of course know the characteristics of each province.

"What are the characteristics of Stirling?"

Next to their carriage, they could already see the road sign for Steele County, which marked the front of the road.

Continue going straight and you will reach the city of Niedlin in about five days. There are also many small villages on both sides of the road that I can’t name.

Sitting in the carriage, feeling the cool autumn breeze and listening to Windlow telling stories was a real pleasure for Mousse.

But Windlow, who was driving the carriage, didn't say a word, as if he was directly ignoring Mousse's question.

"I was asking you a question, didn't you hear me?"

The dark elf warned him only once, and Windlow immediately turned around and shrugged.

"I'm sorry, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't think of any special features of the Steele Territory."

This is indeed true. When he was still in the small rural village in Rick Territory, Windlow began to learn the geography of the empire and the differences and even characteristics between different provinces.

He even learned a lot of dialects and the dwarven language, but even so, there was an area that could be called a blind spot in his knowledge.

That is the territory of Stir, and there seems to be nothing special about this territory.

Peasants are peasants, and the only difference between them and those in other provinces of the empire is that they speak very slowly.

The nobility are just nobles, and the difference between them and other provinces of the empire is almost zero.

Even Windlow didn't know the name of the Elector of this land or the rune sword he owned.

It was only after thinking for a long time that I remembered that it was Alberich Hout Anderson and the Goblin Sword, no, it was the Orc Sword.

As for the threats within the territory of Styria, no threat from the empire is left behind.

At the same time, the economy of this province is also acceptable. It is not as poor as Ostermark, nor as rich as Reikland.

The only characteristic of the entire Styria territory that Windlow knew was the Styria River.

Styria exports large amounts of timber via river transport to subsidize the province's economy, but the province has no other special features.

But timber is a bulk commodity, and a small horse-drawn carriage is obviously not suitable for this kind of business.

Mousse obviously didn't like this answer. Even though the dark elves had a very long lifespan, they hated wasting time.

If you want to travel in vain, you must get some benefits.

So at dusk, Mousse took the initiative to enter a pub and sat down somewhere.

Since Windlow couldn't explain the situation of Steele Lords, I, as the Lord of Dread, could explore it slowly.

"Waiter, please give me one portion of the first three dishes on the menu."

At this time, all the locals in the tavern turned around, and their eyes towards Mousse changed from rejection at the beginning to acceptance.

It seems that there are still outsiders who know the benefits of Steele's delicious food. Even the waiters and chefs have become diligent and prepare the food as quickly as possible and place it in front of Mousse.

"Please enjoy the delicious food of our Stiir Territory! As long as you can finish it all, we will refund half of the meal money!"

After seeing the three kinds of food on the table, even the Dark Elf Lord of Terror showed a very frightened expression.

Even in Naggaroth, the cruelest dark elf slave master would not feed his slaves such food.

A boiling beer!

The taste of beer is bitter by nature, and the bitterness is deepened three times after boiling.

And the most enjoyable thing about drinking beer is the bubbles. Once it is brewed, it is no different from drinking bile water.

Mousse looked around hurriedly, but Wendlow had already gone out.

The following dishes opened the eyes of the Dark Elf Lord of Terror even more.

The pie, made from crushed fish meat and fish bones, exudes a fishy smell that is unbearable for ordinary people.

The most terrifying thing is the Styrian custom of stuffing the smelly pie with freshly cut fish heads.

Even the fish's mouth was opening and closing, and its eyes were fixed on Mousse.

This thing even had a terrifying effect on the Dark Elves' Dread Lords.

As for the last dish, Mousse didn't dare to look at it. He quickly rushed out of the tavern and saw Windlow who had been waiting for a long time at the door.

For the first time, Mousse felt that he should listen to Windlow and hurried towards him. He used to think that his cooking skills were just so-so, but now he realized that cooking is also a science.

But Wendlow stretched out his hand to block Mousse, then held her softly and pushed her away, then made a gesture of silence.

The whole person slowly crouched on the ground, and the dark elf immediately looked around. Although he did not find any potential threats, his intuition would not deceive him.

"There's something dangerous nearby, and it's very close to us!"

By the time we entered the pub and ordered our food, the surroundings had already become completely dark.

As a poor province within the empire, Stirling's biggest feature is that it has a large amount of undeveloped virgin forest.

The nearby forest creaked in the wind, and except for a little light from the tavern behind him, the whole world was shrouded in darkness.

At the last moment, Mousse immediately turned around and opened the door of the tavern, pushed Windlow in, then rushed in and slammed the door shut.

At this time, everyone in the pub was immersed in a comfortable nightlife, drinking hot beer and eating star pie.

He didn't even notice that a man and a woman had already run to the second floor of the tavern, opened a room and went in.

"I can already sense what the threat outside is. It's all the wind of magic."

This was the first time Mousse showed a panicked expression in front of Windlow. The last time he was so panicked was when he was fighting against the high elves.

"In addition to the wind of death, there is also the wind of shadow and the wind of beasts. It seems that all kinds of magical winds are blowing through this place."

If the wind of magic blows alone, it does no harm.

But if the winds of magic converge and merge together, they will become pure magical energy.

If there is a high elf or Slann nearby, these magical energies can be converted into advanced magic.

If there is no such wizard, the magical energy will slowly begin to distort and turn into pure chaotic energy.

Mousse had even pulled out his sword and dagger.

"The chaos corruption around here has suddenly become very strong!"