As every resident of Deepwater City knows, the bustling port district is the source of the city's life, but it's also the most chaotic place.
People from every place on the continent may appear here, Deepwater City is known as the City of Splendor, where everyone can find their place.
Humans, elves, dwarves, and dwarves can all be seen here, and even those cloaked figures in dark corners could very well be snake-men or Zor.
This should be the place where you see the most half-elves and half-beastmen, human slaves are prohibited in Deepwater City, so the city's nobles are very willing to import strong and sturdy beastman slaves.
But Deepwater City isn't a melting pot, more like a grinding wheel, it will smooth off all the edges, revealing the gemstone within the rough stone or more impurities.
Just like the Legendary Mage Elminster said, this is the easiest place in Ferren to make a name for oneself, but it's also the continent's largest hero's tomb.
Below Deepwater City lies a huge underground city and a network of tunnels that no one can clearly remember, even the most skilled dwarven miners would get lost inside and fail to return to the surface.
Not to mention the monsters roaming underground, and people even scarier than the monsters.
Legend has it, that the mad mage in the black robe, Helast, still wanders beneath Deepwater City, traversing the endless planes with his Mage Tower, his wealth and knowledge scattered underground.
Thus, adventurers forever dreaming of stumbling upon refined gold, continuously enter the underground through various paths, yet those who return with treasures are one in a hundred.
No matter how many years have passed, no matter how many adventurers, the underground city remains there.
And now in the bustling harbor district, there's someone in yellow and black armor, and passersby don't even have the courage to look at him.
Warriors in armor are seen often, although coloring the armor seems strange, but looking at the gigantic weapon on his back, there's no further question.
Experienced people know there are many types of powerful mages, but powerful warriors generally come in two kinds—the faceless ones in heavy armor or the bare-chested ones foaming at the mouth.
The shine of that giant sword is visible even to the blind, warriors who can possess such advanced enchanted weapons are essentially legendary warriors.
Numbers mean nothing to legends; those in their sights often find themselves lifeless.
So now Su Ming carries a few gold pieces; with no one daring to approach him, it's as if everyone is avoiding him, their gazes filled with a touch of admiration.
Su Ming doesn't care about these people's perceptions and has just finished quarrelling with the owner of Deepwater City's largest magic props shop.
He thinks pricing a spatial bag at 20,000 gold coins is practically robbery, how much gold is that, how much US Dollar is that?
But the owner insists that a 30-pound spatial bag is the real price, if unaffordable, one could consider a 6-pound spatial bag.
These items are crafted by Great Mages, the bigger the capacity, the more material and time consumed, not leaving room for bargaining.
Su Ming wonders if there's an issue with his recently learned common language of the continent? This price is too expensive, though affordable, it doesn't feel worth it.
He sits at the dock, watching the distant seabirds and sails, enjoying the completely unpolluted air, pondering the issues.
Right now, income and expenses are disproportionate, he earns US Dollars and spends in gold, which seems like a loss.
If he earned gold and spent gold, wouldn't it be much more balanced?
As for making money in Deepwater City, aside from stealing and robbing, it's too slow to generate income, but being a bandit doesn't fit his identity.
However, Su Ming knows of another world where gold coins come quickly, as long as he gets there, takes on a couple of jobs, the gold coins will come.
The advantage of precious metal currency is that no matter whose head is printed on it, gold remains gold forever.
But first, he plans to visit the 'Glass Shards' cosmos, to buy a 16-slot bag...
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The journey to Stormwind City was fairly smooth; the orc invasion hasn't arrived yet, the Northern sons haven't shown their filial piety, Su Ming first spent some time in Shanjing Town, sneakily learning the common language, and then swaggered into Stormwind City.
It's different from how he imagined; Stormwind City isn't yet the game version, rather just a simple town built around Stormwind Fortress.
It will take defeating the orc invasion and Stormwind Kingdom reclaiming lost land, rebuilding, to achieve the future grandeur.
However, here are all humans; just asking around casually, you'd know where the tailor shop is located.
But for some reason, upon entering the World of Warcraft universe, he feels like skipping as he walks and constantly wants to buy a horse or something...
Upon entering the tailor shop, bad news arrives, the largest pouch only has 10 slots, a little silk pouch.
"For the king's glory...what? Magic pattern cloth, rune cloth, mooncloth? Never heard of it."
The tailor tells him, Su Ming sighs, thinking he should have gone to Darnassus.
Yet the elves are clearly in a state of isolation; even as allies of humanity, they aren't very welcoming to humans going to Darnassus.
"Ten slots are fine, I'll buy two, trading gold for them."
He pulls out a gold chunk from his armor, intentionally using unspecific molten gold to be universally accepted across different worlds.
It looks like a big piece, akin to high purity nugget gold.
"Why is it a gold chunk? Did you rob it from kobolds?" The tailor finds it slightly troubling; this kind of thing should first be exchanged for gold coins in the bank, right?
"Hmm, you want their big candles?" Su Ming rolls his eyes, telling a cold joke.
"Alchemists need candles, I don't need them here."
The tailor completely doesn't understand the joke; he calls his apprentice to run to the bank, while he begins to pitch the clothes in the store, trying to get Su Ming to buy a silk robe.
Alright, the style looks decent, the price is acceptable, Su Ming spends 1 gold 25 silver on a robe, planning to wear it as pajamas at home.
It's a pity, if my reputation in Stormwind City were revered, there would be discounts...
I'll have to schedule time to grind reputation in the future; World of Warcraft still has good items, and this is the largest source of various gemstones.
Have you ever seen a Big Cat's Eye Stone that can be used to grind eyeglass lenses? And scope made from Azeroth Diamonds.
Thinking of this, Su Ming almost wants to buy a pickaxe immediately and fly directly to Ring Mountain to mine. A fist-sized diamond brought back to Marvel might just be a priceless treasure?
Soon, both the bag and clothes were in hand. He placed his pajamas into the bag, took them out, and put them back in again.
"Very good, everything's working normally. Goodbye, see you next time."
The tailor, with a head full of black lines, bid him farewell, having never heard of a backpack malfunctioning. Isn't it just a bag?
This guy is really strange...
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In another world.
This was a path through the forest, but a woman's scream scared away all the birds by the roadside.
"Let go of me, help!"
A woman in a red dress was trapped in a fishing net, but the net was held by a large hand, the owner of which was a giant.
The giant had rough, spotty skin, stood about three meters tall, hunched over, carrying several large stones, and was carrying the woman across a small stream.
"Don't scream! Giant is good, you are for dancing, pretty bird! Stone Foot, won't eat bird!"
It held the woman in front of it and looked at her, its small eyes glinting green, its mouth pursed as it spoke in a muffled voice, like a sound coming from inside a tree hole or a well.
"Let me go, let me go!"
The giant ignored her, gently tossing the fishing net onto its back, as if talking to itself.
"Giant, going home, pretty bird becomes wife, dances beautifully, pretty, don't be afraid, Stone Foot is good."
The sound of flowing water echoed from under its feet, its enormous weight even able to crush the pebbles on the riverbed, perhaps that's the source of its name.
"Ah~~~"
"Bird dance, no appetite for bird."
The giant crossed the river with the woman on its back, comforting her as it continued its walk on the forest path.
After the giant passed, two white-haired heads emerged from the bushes by the roadside.
"Looks like we found her," he whispered to the woman beside him.
The white-haired man appeared weathered, with a thick beard, and a slanted scar down his left eye, but his pupils were golden like a beast's.
He wore chain armor, had two one-handed swords on his back, and a wolf head pendant on his chest, slightly trembling.
The woman beside him was very young, but also had white hair, with a scar on her left cheek just like the man's, though hers wasn't as long.
The scar did not mar her beauty, instead adding a wild charm.
She also bore two swords, and if not for her wearing only a white shirt instead of battle armor, they might have looked like father and daughter.
"Alright, it's big, seems gentlemanly too, so what's your plan?"
She asked the person beside her.
"The plan is... I think I know it."
The man answered in a low voice while stepping out of the bush, quickly catching up and blocking the giant.
"Dear heavens..."
The woman covered her face in the bushes, wondering why it always had to be like this.
The man raised a hand, signaling the giant to stop.
"Stone Foot?"
The giant's green eyes lingered on the man's face, its massive head drawing close to his, with a foul stench wafting over.
"Uh...."
The atmosphere fell silent, while the woman in the grass had already quietly drawn her sword and oiled it.
But as the giant and the man's faces almost touched, the giant took two steps back, throwing the fishing net it carried onto the ground, causing the woman inside to utter a soft cry.
"Vodka man, Stone Foot know you, what you want?"
The man pulled a beautiful blue potion from his backpack, shaking it in front of the giant to see the liquid inside, producing a splashing sound.
"Trade, I trade this for your pretty bird, this is not vodka, this is 'Swallow,' but just as strong, very good to drink."
The main ingredients of 'Swallow' are Dwarf Strong Alcohol, White Qu Flower, and Water Ghost Brain, a single sip could drive a normal person mad.
But for a giant, it should be considered a decent drink.