The exhibition hall of the Grass and Tree Garden displays pharmacological books summarized by medical scholars over the past century, as well as the induction and analysis of 2,312 medicinal plants, and even free publication of the cultivation of several new varieties of herbs obtained from hybridization, but seeds and seedlings need to be purchased separately; the exhibition hall of the Dark Habitat uses a whole wall to display the Utrodos plan covering the entire Western continent. Several key lines on the map have been built and put into operation, and more countries will be connected in the future... These are naturally very interesting and desirable, but unfortunately they belong to the territory of the church group. To be safe, Linger and his group did not go in to visit.

The theme of the exhibition hall of the Great Breta Kingdom is "A Centennial Storm". As the name suggests, it shows the entire historical process of the kingdom's decline in the Hundred Years War and finally reshape the foundation of the country. It is like a magnificent epic, and each relics are filled with a bloody atmosphere. I don't know if it is targeted with it. The theme of the White City-State Republic is "People's Sovereignty", which tells the history of Joan of Arc leading the Holy Savior Army to overthrow the imperial system and establish a republic. The deeds of the Saint and the Lord's 12 Knights are still sung by poets and musicians; the theme of the Minderias Empire is "Iron-Blooded Monarch". The bravery and domineering demonstrated by the Red Beard King Barbarossa in the process of unifying the entire Minderias is amazing.

These three sections of history happened to happen in the same era, and were all given a certain romantic color. It has a large number of tit-for-tat in the historical community. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is tit-for-tat. The relationship between the three powerful countries in the Western Land and the mainland is complicated, and they always like to compete with each other in various places, trying to completely suppress each other.

However, these three exhibition halls were too popular, crowded with visitors, making it impossible for latecomers to squeeze in, and they could only sigh. Of course, the same was true for Linger and the others. They could only take a short walk around a few less popular exhibition halls around.

The coldness and romance of Mettosh, the countryside and flower fields of Rissenwell, the fields of Laisenwell and horses... all left a deep impression on everyone. The history of a country is often the history of nature and civilization. The various actions of human beings profoundly influence the land they live in, and eventually get feedback from this land. The rural flower fields of Rissenwell have now been replaced by the gradually expanding tall buildings. The horses wandering on the fields of Laisenwell are still missing the knights who rode on their backs in ancient times... In fact, the same is true.

After walking around, I left the Miha Yiner Boulevard and came to the near Leno Park Station. This was once a place for open-air prayers for believers of the Holy Spring Monks' Association. Many places still retain shrines and relics for the spring spirits, but they have lost their original function and have become ordinary tourist attractions.

A staircase with 674 steps is straight up from the fountain green space in the center of Lenor Park. This is the famous long staircase of Mount Seschel, leading to the past "Sanctuary of the Spiritual Spring" Tifes Church, today's Lüberon Museum, and also the exhibition hall of the host of the host in the 11th Nimschel Expo.

It is said that the Nimshall Municipal Government had originally been entangled between Yongxia Palace and the Lübeon Museum. Later, the museum's director, Professor David, tried his best to persuade him and finally chose the latter. At the same time, the professor was the middle-aged gentleman who had delivered a speech at the opening ceremony before.

Since we have all come here, how can we not visit the host’s exhibition hall?

Alice encouraged everyone to climb together, but Linger did not object, mainly because the Holy Springs Monks Association, like the Fertile Sect, are all animist sects separated from the Spiritual Prayer Association. Rochelle once said that he was looking forward to meeting him again in Nimshall.

Is that a premonition? Or is it pure politeness? Linger cannot be sure of it.

In the past, there was a special rule on the long steps of Mount Seschel: believers of the Holy Spring Monks believe that whether it is snow or ice, it is another form of water. Therefore, when the long steps are covered with snow or frozen, they never interfere with each other, but allow them to melt naturally and flow with the water. So when it comes to the snow and ice moons, the long steps become very steep and slippery, and difficult to climb.

But now there are no such cumbersome rules. The sweeping workers have already shoveled away all the snow covered in the past few days to avoid hindering the passengers' road. In addition, there are evergreen trees planted on the ramps on both sides, walking on the long steps. If the temperature is not very cold, the coldness will be heard when the hand strokes the railings, which almost makes people think that they are walking in the warm summer.

The Lüberon Museum is located at the flat ground at the end of the long steps. Because its predecessor was a church, it still retains a solemn and sacred style. Before, Ringer had looked out from the window of the hotel room late at night, but it was not as magnificent as he saw today.

In the past, when the Nimshaer people were fanatical about the Spirit of the Spring, the Holy Spring Monks still spent nearly half a century to build this church. Now, they are vivid in their vaults, buttresses, spires, bell towers and arches... but they cannot continue to witness the glorious era of the Spirit Spring Sanctuary.

It is said that the reason why the Holy Spring Monks chose to build a cathedral in Mount Sescher was because there was a spring in the belly of the mountain that nurtured one of the three rivers that nurtured Nimshall, that is, the "holy spring" they mentioned. I wonder if the Holy Spring Monks Monks were forced to evacuate due to the "Religious Acts", they took away the spirituality of this holy spring together, just like the Shadler Spirit Spring underground in the Central Theater in Rosting City.

While Linge was thinking, everyone had already walked through the spacious and open vestibule and entered the main hall of the museum, and were enthusiastically admiring the exhibits displayed in the surrounding glass cabinets. There were not a few tourists here, but there were not many. Therefore, you could observe them from a close distance, rather than looking away from a distance like the previous exhibition hall.

The most famous of these exhibits are naturally the meeting minutes and agreements preserved in Yongxia Palace: the "Yongxia Palace Treaty", the "Current Law and International Extradition Convention", the "Current Initiative for Truth and Civilization"... The Nimshaer Municipal Government showed it with admiration, proving that the "City of International" is not as shallow as many ignorant people speculate, and the big names who left their names in the agreement naturally caused a burst of awesomeness.

Although I don’t want to admit it, sometimes people do know someone first and then through this person, they know a certain period of history.

Linger suddenly caught a familiar tall figure from the perspective of the light. The young man was slightly stunned. He didn't expect to see him here. But should he go over and meet that person? He was a little hesitant.

"What are you thinking?" A singular question suddenly came from beside him. Linger turned his head and found that Saint Shariya was looking at her with her flawless golden eyes. The boy's hole was like amber, solidifying the transparent light.

The other companions didn't care about the situation here, and Ling lowered her voice: "I saw Rochelle."

"Rochelle?" His beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and he recalled: "Is it the traveler of the fertile soil sect?"

"Yeah, I'm wondering...whether to see him."

The young man was a little hesitant. On the one hand, he did not want to have anything to do with the other party, and was worried that it attracted the attention of the sect's union; on the other hand, the words he said in the Sosen Mountains were very concerned and he was eager to get an answer.

It is difficult for St. Charliea to give advice on this issue, but she has her own way.

"Do you want to lend it to you?" She gently stretched out her white palm, as if she invited Linger to hold hands, her voice was clean and transparent: "My [Direction Mark] might help me?"

Linger fell silent and finally shook her head.

"No need, I have made a decision, so I'll meet him." He said.

If everything you do needs to be determined by the [Dimensional Mark], then is it that people create their destiny or is it that fate controls people?

St. Charlieya had not thought so deeply, and she nodded softly: "Then, do you need me to accompany you?"

"I'll go by myself, you, St. Charlie - please help me take care of Metien and the others." The young man glanced at his companion who was discussing something enthusiastically in front of a showcase, and reminded him: "Try to look at Alice and don't let her do anything strange."

The unreliability of the golden retriever maid has forced people to prevent it in advance.

"OK."

St. Charliea agreed softly, and Linger turned around and wanted to go back to find Rochelle. At this moment, the shepherd girl suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes. When he turned around in confusion, she didn't say a word, but just looked at Linger quietly, her eyes as if she was silently asking: Have you forgotten a word?

Ringer and St. Charliea looked at each other for a while, and suddenly understood something, he said, "I'll be back soon."

When the shepherd girl heard this, her eyebrows and eyes curled, like a smile of crescent moon, conveying a kind of joy from the heart. She gently relaxed her hand, letting the young man's sleeves take away a breeze from her slender fingertips, and then stood there, watching the young man's back merge into the crowd and disappear into the depths of her sight.

"Huh?" Xie Mi, who was riding on the lamb's head, sniffing it with her nose, looking strange: "Is it my illusion?"

"Why does it smell sweet here?"

"So sweet."

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