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Chapter 27: Aren’t sane people crazy?

 On December 31, the last day of the Snow Moon, it was also the second day of the 11th Nimschel World Exposition. Ringer went through the check-out procedures early in the morning, hired two carriages, and greeted the guests.

The slightly cold morning breeze at sunrise sets off towards Avion, the "City of Winds" located in the northwest suburbs of Nimshel.

As for why two carriages were hired, they were nominally differentiated between men and women. To avoid suspicion, Linger took one himself, while his sister and the maid took the other. In fact, the real reason was to look at Saint Xalia sitting opposite him.

Just know it with a certain arrogant lamb.

In fact, Alice had raised objections about the choice of checking out. When she learned that Avion was only more than an hour's drive from Nimscher, she immediately started thinking and thought they could go there in the morning.

Avion investigated and returned to the city to visit the World Expo in the evening - the exhibition halls are open to the public 24 hours a day anyway.

Although it sounds very tiring, for the sake of her own travel experience, ah, I mean, in order to participate in the process of human civilization up close and feel the influence of the magnificent history, the Golden Retriever Maid feels that it is acceptable to be a little tired.

Then he was vetoed by Ringer on the grounds of "excessive expense". He takes a carriage to and from Nimschel and Avion every day, and he also has to stay in a hotel. Do you think you are a young lady from Lundweiting?

Families that are not already wealthy cannot afford to add insult to injury, so don’t be wishful thinking.

Disappointed, Alice could only vent her frustration by whispering, "I'll do whatever it takes when I find the treasure."

At a time when tourists from all over the world were flocking to Nimschel to visit the 11th World Expo, Ringer and his party who took the initiative to check out and leave this "international city" were undoubtedly unusual. The carriage rolled through the snow piled up last night.

On the stone brick street, the wheels made a rumbling sound, and they struggled upstream amidst the noisy and lively crowds, just like sardines struggling to escape the huge mouth of a whale.

After driving into the West District, the traffic situation improved slightly, but the road conditions became worse, because this is a suburban area of ​​​​Nimschel City, and the infrastructure is not yet complete. Along the Kangers Avenue along the Marbury River

To the west, through the suburban villages and towns, you can enter the Salia Wilderness. The city of Avion, known as the "City of Winds", is located in the wilderness, overlooking the beautiful pastoral scenery.

In the depth of winter, the grass and trees are withered. It snowed last night. It covered the streets and dyed the eaves and roofs along the streets. When the car windows were opened, the cold frosty wind poured into the interior of the car, making people shiver.

As the carriage rolled by, the scene in front of us gradually changed from the glass windows of tall buildings to the water pipes of townhouses, and finally to the simple roofs of diagonal rubble, and life began to appear in the gurgling river.

The shadows of garbage and debris, as well as some dirt in the river, indicate that they have entered the suburbs.

Residents in the urban area still retain their original belief in spring water, which is more like a habit. Coupled with the public health services of the "International City", the river they live with day and night will not turn into a dirty black river. For example, the people of Lunweiting often

The "Devil's River" is on the lips, but ordinary citizens living in remote suburbs who work hard for a living don't have so many worries.

It was at this moment that a magnificent building in the Barovian classical style appeared in Ringer's eyes. It occupied an extremely large area, and the carriage could not escape its boundaries even after running for ten minutes. The architectural style and exterior

The decoration is extremely luxurious and gorgeous, and there is even an artificially dug river flowing through it. You can vaguely see the tall and lush trees and evergreen and prosperous gardens. It is clearly a cold winter, but it makes people feel that the palace is still full of life.

The vibrant summer season.

Lin Ge looked at the palace and gradually fell into a trance. Seeing how focused he was, Saint Xalia couldn't help but cast a curious look and asked softly: "What is that?"

"Eternal Summer Palace."

The young man replied: "The summer palace of the ancient Kreisov royal family is also the city of Nimschel... no, it is the most well-known ancient building in the entire Lysenberg."

"The place where many treaties were signed?"

"Yeah."

Lin Ge nodded, then shook his head: "It's more than that."

A look of doubt appeared in the shepherd girl's eyes, and Ringer told her the hidden history, about the Hundred Years War, the Battle of Solemnity, magicians replacing extraordinary beings, magicians persecuting magicians... the truth, including Luo

Scheer advised him to leave the city of Nimschel as soon as possible.

"So," Saint Xalia said thoughtfully after hearing this: "Is this why you are leaving in a hurry, Linge?"

"Yeah."

"Then why don't you tell Alice and them?"

If you put it like this, everyone can definitely understand it.

Ringer did not have any optimism, instead he had a vague worry: "If you tell Alice, that guy will definitely want to get involved. She has a desire to explore everything, and she always wants to get involved."

She feels that she can definitely do something with her own abilities. It is undeniable that her game console and cassette are indeed magical, but whether it is an animist believer or an alliance of religious orders, they are all giants to us.

Entering into a struggle between the two is extremely irrational behavior."

Can the magical game consoles and cassettes compete with what Rochelle mentioned, the most magnificent, shocking, and terrifying war weapons in human history? Ringer is unwilling to take even one ten thousandth risk to try.

The expectation of the journey is not an exciting adventure, but a stable pursuit, and that is enough.

Moreover, Rochelle is also a rational person.

He just wanted to take this opportunity to test the reality of the alliance between the religious groups, and at the same time demonstrate the power of animism, so as to achieve the purpose of forming alliances with other churches to jointly fight against the "Religious Decree". It is impossible to go too far.

He knows that his abilities are limited and he also knows what his real demands are.

Reasonable people will not make crazy decisions.

Is it true...

A voice asked from somewhere, awakening Ringer from his trance. He glanced hesitantly at Saint Xalia who was sitting opposite, but the latter tilted her head, her clean and clear eyes filled with confusion.

The little sheep bleated at the young man, warning him not to bully his master.

It's an illusion.

Lin Ge withdrew his gaze and thought this way.

At this time, the carriage had left the boundary where Yongxia Palace was located, passed through Mariel Street, bypassed the narrow gap between Cann Mountain and Zen Mountain, and turned into a remote country road, surrounded by withered trees, and the wheels were moving

It was soft slush, and occasionally stones blocked the path of the wheels, causing a jolt in the car and making it difficult to sit still.

There are withered bushes in the forest, which should have been in full bloom with pine heather and horse lotus seeds, but now their branches and leaves are soaked in snow and cold; the farther place is blocked by a mountain col, and the line of sight cannot be extended. The sound of the coachman waving his whip and the sound of horse hooves are heard.

The sounds of snow and slush resounded alternately, full of harmonious rhythm.

After walking forward for about half an hour, it suddenly opened up. Under the cold-toned sky, a long straight road separated the vast wilderness, and was divided into several pieces by tree stumps and fences. It looked orderly. There were piles in the fields.

Covered with last night's snow, the primroses harvested in late autumn now only have incomplete and sparse grass roots, shivering under the cold wind and snow. It is hard to imagine that they were once praised by the poet Hyde in his collection of poems "Ode to Falling Cherry Blossoms".

"The miracle of seven colors"; several country-style sloping-roof villas are scattered along these primrose fields, and there are several rows of short bungalows connected together. Looking beyond these houses, there are several enclosed pastures, with cattle and sheep on the railings.

Moving behind, like white clouds floating on dry haystacks, or miserable snow in the gray haze.

Apart from cultural relics and religious sites, the most valuable tourist attraction in Laisenberg is undoubtedly the primroses that bloom in summer and autumn. The Sallia Fields can be called the best place to watch the primrose season, with endless flower fields as far as the eye can see.

Each of the seven colors of primroses blooms brilliantly, as if they are extending to the edge of the world. When the wind blows, the petals are all over the sky, falling like rain and falling like snow. It was rated as "Western Continent Travel Magazine"

"One of the top ten romantic spots".

Many countries have introduced primrose cultivation from Leisenberg. Unfortunately, these strange flowers are only a "miracle of seven colors" in their hometown. In other countries, the land has turned into monotonous colors, and it is impossible to replicate this colorful and slowly spreading sky.

Spectacular scenery.

What's even more pity is that it is already winter, and Ringer and the others have no chance to encounter such romantic scenery, which seems to have put a dark spot on the journey that is not perfect.

The carriage moved forward along the wilderness avenue. According to the custom of Laisenberg people, follow the instructions to turn left or right on the forks where there are road signs, and go straight on the forks where there are no road signs. Such a desolate and withered field scene in winter is in the eyes of young people.

After cycling several times, he saw the destination of his trip. The shadows of town houses began to outline at the edge of his vision. Villagers, farmers, merchants and even a roving band also appeared on the roads and fields. But the first thing that caught his eye was

, but it is a white windmill.

City of Winds—Avion.

Some people also call it the city of windmills, Avión, after the ruins of a village in medieval times.

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