After a long time of fussing and discussing, the result was that he didn’t even figure out where his destination was. Before coming to Nimschel City, Ringer did check some information, but it was only about the history of this city and the World Exposition.
It’s just the evolution of the story, and it’s impossible to specifically come to an unknown small village in Semburg.
"How can it be said that it is unknown?" Alice seriously corrected this wrong view: "After all, it is the Kreisov royal family, the place where the Celestial Order and the so-called Lord-given Angel made an alliance. Maybe it is actually very famous.
, it’s just that you are ignorant, so you don’t know.”
It's so ironic that these four words "ignorant and ill-informed" come out of your mouth.
Lin Ge was too lazy to pay attention to her and directly handed over this arduous task to Olvera.
Under the cover of everyone, the princess of Beman hid in a corner of the museum and conducted a second search using "Avignon" as the keyword. The final result showed——
"Avignon was the ancient name in the 12th century AD." The princess glanced at the contents in the book, summarized them, and then repeated them to her companions: "It is located in the northwest of the city of Nimschel, about 1.5 miles away.
It’s not too far away. In the earliest days, when the city of Nimschel was still called the city of Dorothea, it was just a small and barren village. The local residents made a living by farming and shepherding. Later, the warmth and humidity between the land and the sea
For unknown reasons, the air flow was able to enter the hinterland of the Kingdom of Kreisov, which improved the natural and climatic environment at that time, and the village of Avignon also became rich. By the middle of the 12th century, the royal family granted this place a title, rebuilt the new city, and changed its name to: Avignon
Vion."
Avion?
Hearing the last name, Ringer had an impression: "Avion, the City of Winds?"
"Well, I don't know, it's not written in it." Olvera rubbed her eyes and read it carefully again, confirming that there was no mention of "Wind City" in it, but there was a similar description:
"After the reconstruction of the city of Avignon, the original site of Avignon Village was retained. Because many windmills were built in the village, it was also called the Windmill Village Site? Ringer, is this what you are talking about?"
"It should be." Linge nodded and said: "The city of Avion is also a famous tourist city in Leicester. In the city, there are the statue of the girl from the countryside of Avion, the statue of the sinner David, the watchtowers, the primrose fields, and the
Nin Rift Valley and other scenic spots, the windmill village ruins are also one of them, but I never thought that the original name of the windmill village was Avignon Village."
Alice gloated: "I just said you were ignorant!"
Lin Ge gave her a dull look, and the golden-haired maid suddenly fell silent and stopped talking.
"Then we will leave Nimschel tomorrow by carriage and go to the city of Avion." Of course, the important thing is not where to go, but to leave here and leave the center of the whirlpool that is about to sweep over.
Ringer was not interested in getting involved in the confrontation between animism and the sect. Especially after learning the truth of history and realizing how tragic the war in the mysterious world was, this idea became even stronger. Similarly,
He doesn't think he can stop it. Since nothing can be done, then keeping a respectful distance is the wisest thing to do.
As for today.
Ringer glanced at the reluctant Meridian and the unconvinced little goblin Xiemi with bulging cheeks, paused, and then said: "Let's continue visiting the expo today and relax. If time permits, maybe we can
In the days leading up to the closing ceremony, after all, Avion is not too far from Nimscher."
The premise is that the fight between animists and religious orders will not mess up the exposition.
"In this case, there is nothing we can do." Xie Mi said solemnly: "Medine, we have to take advantage of today to visit all the interesting exhibition halls! There is no time to waste, come on, little sheep!" She patted the lamb on the head, and the latter immediately bleated, stepped forward with its front hooves, and the sheep took the lead, heading towards the place with the most people, leaving behind a series of panicked cries: "Wow, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
Little sheep, you are running too fast! Stop, stop, you are going to hit someone!"
"Xiemi, wait for me!" Metien hurriedly caught up, still flipping the tour booklet in his hand: "Let me see which exhibition hall is more interesting first, ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it.
!Xie Mi, please slow down, I can’t catch up with you..."
"Be careful of falling if you run too fast~" Oveira yawned, walked slowly, and chased after her as if she was sleepwalking.
Saint Xalia silently pulled a few new threads of fate, diverting the attention of nearby tourists.
It is really not that easy to cover up the noise caused by these people. Seeing this, Linger said to her: "Thank you for your hard work, Saint Xalia."
"It's nothing." The shepherd girl shook her head gently: "Everyone is energetic, which is a good thing."
With that said, the two of them walked towards the main entrance of the museum.
Hey, seems to have overlooked someone?
Ignoring the most energetic person.
"Huh?" Alice looked back and her eyes fell in front of the display cabinet displaying Kreisov's brass scrolls. At this time, there were only a few tourists visiting, but they didn't look very interested, just casually.
He glanced at it twice. Compared with other exhibits that are either gorgeous, noble or exquisitely designed, although these ancient documents have a long history and profound significance, in the eyes of ordinary people, they are no different from a pile of waste paper.
Everything was normal, but Alice scratched her hair and said, "Why do you have a strange feeling?"
So what does it feel like?
Can't tell clearly.
It seems to exist, but it seems not to exist; I should care, but it doesn’t matter if I don’t care; I want to pursue it, but there are no clues; I ignore it, but my heart feels empty.
Probably, this is the regret of life.
Alice, who was moved by the scene, sighed softly, with a literary and artistic atmosphere that was sad for spring and autumn. However, when she looked back, she found that her companions had already walked far away and were about to walk out of the museum gate, and they seemed not to stop.
Bu waited for her intention. The golden-haired maid suddenly became anxious and hurriedly chased after her. Her heels stepped on the smooth marble floor and blended into the low and noisy discussion of the crowd, making her appear empty and small.
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On the third floor of the Luberon Museum, in the gorgeous and elegantly decorated room, every brick and every column exudes the splendor of the past era. This was once the room where the inquisitor monks of the Holy Fountain Order lived alone in prayer. Now it is on display
It displays palace supplies from the Kreisov Dynasty, such as the extremely luxurious "Baclondian Emperor's Palace Four-Poster Bed" in the center of the room, which is a typical representative.
Although in the opinion of Professor David, who is familiar with the history of his country, a country that rules only hundreds of thousands of subjects, two-thirds of the country is barren and uncultivated, the army can only be used to protect the capital, and the political skills can only be unlimited compromise and greedy extortion.
Dualistic tendency, in terms of power, a king who is not as powerful as a count in the Kingdom of Great Brita at the same period really has no qualifications to call himself an "emperor", especially when the emperor has free time when his people are poor and weak, and the treasury is empty.
When Qing Yaya covers her bed with the softest silk bedding, covers it with the most exquisite hand-woven curtains, and decorates it with the most gorgeous bright gems, the ridicule and sarcastic mood will expand even more, making it impossible to contain it.<
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This middle-aged gentleman, who inherited the position of director of the Luberon Museum from his father, holds the dark and heavy walnut cane with both hands, stands behind the elegant balcony railing, and quietly stares at the scene below. From here you can see
We came to a pure white stone brick road leading straight to the long steps of Secher Mountain. Evergreen ivy trees were planted on both sides of the road. The canopy of the trees shaded the shadows of pedestrians coming and going, as dense as the surging river, falling on the professor's eyes.
The eyes have turned into floating and flickering dark blocks of color.
As the organizer of the 11th World Exposition, although the exhibition hall in Laisenberg is not as popular as the joint exhibition hall between the three major powers and the religious orders, it has also been fully respected, and there is an endless stream of tourists coming to visit.
, gathered into a long queue. Among these tourists from all over the world, the figure of the young man was not the most eye-catching, and was even very inconspicuous, as if he deliberately lowered his sense of existence and wanted to blend in with the crowd.
Become a drop of spray under the undercurrent of the river.
But Professor David's gaze could automatically filter out the presence of other people, and was firmly fixed on the young man's back. His eyes were silent, focused and deep, as if he wanted to see something from it, but could not see anything.
.
As far as the observation results are concerned, there is nothing noteworthy about that young man.
So——
Dongdongdong.
Suddenly there was the sound of deep and heavy footsteps behind him, stepping on the smooth marble slabs slowly, as if stepping on a mountain road covered with rocks and dust, walking step by step towards Professor David on the balcony, every step
They are all like giant steps, hitting the luxurious and bright walls of the room, creating an empty echo.
However, I clearly didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, as if the person appeared out of thin air.
"So," Professor David said without looking back, still holding on to his walnut cane, "are you delaying your meeting with me just because of such an ordinary young man, Rochelle?
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"Absolutely not bad, but there are two points that need to be corrected. First, I did not delay, there are still three minutes before the agreed time; second, he is not an ordinary young man, but a true believer."
Rochelle stopped and stood side by side with Professor David on the balcony. With her deep and complex brown eyes, she looked down at the crowds of people passing by like a river. She saw that the young man had already walked down the Seychelles.
The long stairs of the mountain gradually disappeared from sight, and he said slowly: "Same as me."