Chapter 166: The city where you first came into contact with humans?
Two days later, the travelers in Thorson Mountain finally ended their long and arduous journey and returned to the "prosperous city" of Rostyn along the sightseeing train route in the Rosewade neighborhood.
Compared with half a month ago, the city seems to have not changed at all, and is still immersed in a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere. The street trees standing in the middle of the street are dropping colorful fallen leaves; the gray wild pigeons are jumping in the square, tilting their heads.
The head begs passers-by for food; the small park hidden in the corner of the street exudes a harmonious atmosphere in silence; and with the Square Street as the center, wandering poets and violinists occupy a place in every place where inspiration can be exerted.
Organ players, painters and acrobats are still pursuing their dreams of art today, longing for the many noises that move them.
As far as the image of the city is concerned, this city has remained surprisingly consistent for hundreds of years and has not changed due to any external force. The torrential rain that lasted for half a month only washed away the overly heavy and gloomy air-conditioning, leaving something that was once deeply buried in the mudstone and
The images of imprisonment and pain under the earth and rocks are just sprouts and branches giving rise to the new breath of prosperity.
After a rain, those old and decaying dead trees, the moss trapped in the ground, the tangled grass, and the gray birds with half of their eyes blind, as if imprisoned in the cage between the wood and branches... these numb and delicate birds
The creatures also disappeared. Where did they go? The Rostyn people were not interested in this. They just breathed in the fresh and cold air after the rain, like moistening the dry lungs, and prepared for the winter that had already arrived.
Send your blessings.
It seems that it has never changed, and it seems to be full of life. When the princess of Beman stood on the human street for the first time, this was what she saw.
She stood there blankly, surrounded by the torrent, feeling that a world that was as huge as the past Beman, but more novel and weird was pressing towards her, and the dreams and whims she had seen in the books were different.
Or there is a certain similarity, as if when human beings describe aliens as fantasies, they themselves are also regarded by aliens as another kind of fantasy and written into a certain book that already exists.
She was so engrossed in the sight that she didn't notice that the gray cloth binding her hair was sliding down, gradually making the long platinum hair that gradually faded into transparent sunlight appear in the sight of passers-by. Fortunately, Lin Ge noticed it in time and reached out to help.
She supported her so that the princess of Beimang was not exposed on the first day she entered the human city.
As aliens, whether they are the silver elves of Saint Shalia or the light elves of Olvera, their appearance and physique are not much different from humans. However, the inhuman characteristics still exist, but they are not obvious relatively speaking.
For example, Saint Charya's pointed ears with silver fine hairs are as long as they are covered, the shepherd girl will look like a strangely dressed human girl at best, and may be considered a Moryya or something like that.
ethnic minorities, but they will never be associated with races other than human beings.
Of course, Saint Shalia has the cover of the thread of fate, and ordinary people cannot see her figure, so this cover is usually unnecessary; and as an alien, Olvera, in order to cover up that she is a member of the light elf clan, the most obvious
The characteristic, that is, the long platinum hair that is very different from ordinary people, requires a little effort.
Putting your long hair up and then wrapping it with an inconspicuous dark cloth is the simplest and most effective method. Although there are always people who don't understand the style - such as Alice - call it the "country girl hairstyle",
But she was quickly pushed back by Medien with the words "Sister Ovela looks better than you no matter what hairstyle she has."
"Thank you, thank you."
Olvera blushed, held down the gray cloth that bound her hair, tied it tightly, shook her head again, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief after making sure it wouldn't fall off.
Ringer did not blame her for her carelessness and said to them: "Let's go."
The Rosewade neighborhood is not far from Sherrill Street where the Goblin Sleep Inn is located, so instead of taking a carriage, everyone chose to go there on foot. This was exactly in line with Olvera's wishes, because in this way, she could
Observe the human city in more detail.
For the princess, everything she sees is unknown and wonderful, full of desire to explore.
This city is really big, maybe even bigger than the capital of Bayman. The streets are scattered, water canals flow along the roads, surround the square and then merge into the fountain in the center. It is a beautiful scene. Every house is beautiful.
It has white walls and a red brick roof, and the style is uniform, giving people a feeling that it is more classic and elegant than the palace in memory.
In comparison, the urban layout and house styles in Bemang are much more casual, because the light elves have different preferences. Some like the first light falling from the treetops in the early morning, while others like the brightest light in the wilderness at noon.
Bright sunlight... As a result, the orientation of the house, the height of the windows and even the angle of the eaves will be very different.
Which one is better? Olvera thought for a long time along the way, and finally felt that each should have its own advantages. The uniform one is pleasing to the eye, while the unique one makes people feel full of personality. But no matter which one it is,
One type, the streets and houses in the city have an intoxicating atmosphere, which is like warmth and enthusiasm.
In addition to the overall impression, there are also various details.
When passing through the small park square between Grisham Street and Manning Street, I saw traveling entertainers wearing double-pointed hats and colorful costumes performing magic tricks on the children who were watching. They took doves out of their hats and swallowed razor blades with their mouths.
, or opened his mouth and spit out orange flames, which immediately attracted a burst of cheers and applause. The princess was also surprised and thought, could this be a magician? But why didn't she learn from him?
Can you feel the breath of magic in the magic? Moreover, when he performs in such a large public, isn't he afraid of being arrested by the so-called night watchman?
Walking onto the Beming Stone Bridge leading to Henry Schuur Street, under your feet are mottled stone bricks built three hundred years ago. The water in the street ditches flows into the river under the bridge, and colorful fallen leaves float on the river.
The water that fell in the past rain almost covered the river surface. As she walked, Olvera watched the water plants struggling to emerge from the piles of leaves that had invaded the water area. She also saw a row of citizens holding a penny box of cheap
The small-billed fish fed hundreds of gray wild pigeons that fell from the sky. He was immediately stunned and thought that this might be a city ruled by pigeons. Otherwise, how could the citizens be so enthusiastic about a group of unspectacular wild pigeons?
On Joseph Street, which is just across the street from Sherrill Street, she saw many cats, sitting on the old wall overlooking the pedestrians as if there were no one around, or quietly slipping into the decayed and dark alleys, and their cats
Like the ancestors, they walked away quietly, leaving only a calm and leisurely figure for the princess.
In the flower bed, around the corner, under the park bench... When her eyes met the eyes of these cats, a sentence suddenly appeared in her mind, and she unconsciously said it out loud: ""Cats are like them.
The master is accustomed to all the typical characteristics of the local people. Some cats are groping and rolling helplessly in the gutter, while others are slovenly going to the street corners to quarrel, curse, scratch people with their claws, and spit at passers-by... It seems
The behavior of witches. Only a few cats can roam around the street corners leisurely without being harmed by anyone.""
"That's a good point." Alice came over at some point and pointed at the cats: "But these cats you see have no owners. They are wild cats wandering in the city. I am in Linwei."
We have seen quite a few of them in our city, usually next to garbage dumps or in sewage ditches. They are indeed not as leisurely as they are."
Alice's words outlined two different cities and two different images for Olvera. One was cold, damp, dark, dirty and full of chaos, while the other was leisurely, peaceful, peaceful, calm and
Casual and natural, of course she prefers the latter one, and is somewhat glad that the first human city she came to after leaving the castle was Rosting City, not Linwell City as Alice mentioned.
In this way, the temperament of animals does profile the image of the city. These stray cats in front of you are not without owners. Their owners are the city itself, and thus they have also been infected with some of its habits. Perhaps they can be considered to be from the city.
Guardians and propagandists patrol the streets and alleys, bringing some unique message to outsiders who meet them for the first time, just like those gray wild pigeons that land on the bridge and peck at the small fish in the hands of citizens.
In the future, you will definitely go to more different cities and see more colorful images, right?
When the princess thought this, she seemed to see some scrutiny in the cat's eyes, and was stunned. When the tourists observed the wild cats, the wild cats seemed to observe the tourists, which seemed to show that people are also the image of the city.
part, and should it be a more distinct part?
After thinking about this, Olvera couldn't help but smile, gently waved goodbye to these wild cats at the base of the corner wall, and then stepped forward to catch up with her companions in front.
Turn around Joseph Street and walk about twenty meters further to Sherrill Street.
The Goblin Sleep Inn is hidden in the small park on this street.