The carriage stopped at the Union Station outside the Porte du Dulian. It is also the oldest of the dozens of markets in the Thalia Fields. It is said that its foundation was first laid before the eighth century AD, so the villagers of Avignon in the old days may have been there.
This shop sold the most authentic Salia country fruit wine and sachets made of primrose to travelers passing by. Unfortunately, it has completely disappeared now. Only vendors selling beef and mutton, cheese, apples, fish and vegetables are left, mixed with repairmen.
selling harnesses and saddles, selling rabbits and furs, selling wild pigeons and parrots... the shouts make people feel like they are back in the last century.
When I left the trade union inn, I happened to encounter a man wearing a white paper mask with only a pair of eyes exposed. He was riding a spotted horned horse bred in Leisenberg, driving a large group of sheep through the city, seeming to be crossing the city, leading them with him.
Go to another pasture. There, there are some shrubs and weeds that still grow stubbornly in winter, which are perfect for these haze-colored creatures to traverse the gravel and hills and search all over the mountains and plains.
This is a common occurrence in the city of Avion after winter, so everyone in the market, from the freckled girl with a basket of apples on her head to the fierce butcher who was chopping pork, turned a blind eye to it. Only the road was blocked by these sheep.
It was full, and carts and tricycles had to push each other to avoid each other. A covered carriage driving into the city from the countryside was also forced to stop, and the gray-maned horses neighed impatiently from their nostrils.<
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The little sheep suddenly became excited when she saw so many of her kind, and wanted to blend in, but was held back by her master, so she made an aggrieved bleating sound. Saint Shalia could only lean down and comfort her softly, while Olvera watched.
The shepherd riding on the wildebeest at the front had a thoughtful look in her eyes, and she asked: "Do shepherds in the human world need to wear paper masks?"
Beman also has the profession of shepherd, but the sheep that are grazed are quite special. They are a kind of monster called "Jumping Sheep". They are very weak. Their only ability is that their legs are very strong, so they prefer to jump on branches.
Nibble on leaves instead of looking for smelly grass stems in the cracks of rocks and mud. The light elves are good at using light magic to gather energy to make trees thrive. The forest in Suosen Mountain is actually the pasture where they shepherd sheep.
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The shepherds of Bemang would wear straw hats when grazing to prevent the jumping sheep on the branches from nibbling leaves and suddenly dropping a pile of sheep dung. Therefore, when the princess saw the man wearing a paper mask on his face, she thought it was for a similar reason.
——Do the sheep here like to spit in people’s faces?
So scary.
"It's not necessary." Linge told her: "This is just a custom in Avion, limited to the local area."
Olivia then asked: "Then why is there such a custom?"
Ringer wanted to explain, but at this time the shepherd riding on the wildebeest had already led the sheep away and disappeared into a remote street. So he turned to his companions and said: "Come on to the city, you will come soon."
You will know.”
Alice whispered: "Actually, only Olvera wants to know."
When the princess heard this, she immediately puffed up her cheeks.
Damn Alice, she’s making sarcastic remarks again!
Just wait, I will make you regret it!
She made up her mind and shook the lantern in her hand vigorously. The bright candle flame flickered through the glass wall.
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Although Avion, the Windy City, is at the city level in the administrative planning of Leisenberg, its scale is at best a larger town. The typical feature is that you can walk straight for an hour along Gaunt Street in the center of the city.
You can see the windmill village ruins at the other end of the city. After spending another half an hour walking through the windmill village ruins and bypassing several hills, you will see the bottomless Luoning Rift Valley in front of you. There will be wooden logs erected next to it.
The sign reminds travelers: Watch your step!
At this time, Ringer and his party were walking along Gaunt Street, but not to go directly to the windmill village ruins. Before that, they had to find a place to stay. They couldn't even know where they would stay at night, right? Fortunately or unfortunately, although Avion is also a tourist city, its reputation has been overshadowed by the nearby capital city of Nimschel. There are only more tourists during the season when the primroses are in full bloom. Nowadays, the primroses are withered.
The winter of 2019 also coincided with the holding of the 11th World Exposition. Tourists flocked to that international city. Few people came to travel to this city that still retains many of the original features of the last century. Therefore, it was a surprise.
Don’t worry about the room.
Alice was very resistant to this journey before, but now she looked around like a curious baby. Through her keen observation, she quickly discovered a special place in this city, which is actually its most popular place.
:"Why are there so many windmills?"
The golden retriever maid pointed to the white windmill on the roof of a house and asked curiously.
Yes, this is the characteristic of the windy city of Avignon.
The houses here, whether they are stone houses for civilians, various shops open along the streets, government and chamber of commerce buildings, or even public buildings such as churches, all have tower-like spiers, which makes them average
The height is much higher than similar buildings in other cities. Walking here is like walking in a large forest of towering towers.
A windmill is often erected at the highest point of the spire. Depending on the function of the building, the type varies. It is a toy windmill that children play with, a ceremonial windmill decorated with garlands and colorful decorations, and a high tower windmill that shows majesty and solemnity.
Etc., and the materials will of course change as a result: common people use simple old newspapers, middle-class and wealthy people use canvas for sewing, shops are made of copper, which is quite heavy, and public buildings such as government buildings and churches are made of wood.
,Classic style.
In addition, windmills can be seen everywhere on the streets and alleys: standing outside shops to attract customers, placed on stalls as decorations, placed in parks for children and tourists to play, and even supporting simple water-drawing devices.
Windmills drive the dredging of urban waterways and the daily use of ancient tools such as mills. As far as several hills outside the city, there are also round stone towers standing on the hillside. The windmill wings rotate slowly at the top, and the footsteps of cattle and sheep are below.
Stepped on the narrow country road.
It feels like this is a city that lives in harmony with the wind and its windmills. Although many of them are just decorations and only a few of them are functional, and they are extremely backward products in this era of steam industry, this city
There are still these traces of the past. The oldest windmill can be traced back to the 12th century AD, and the latest one may have just been replaced this morning.
Often when a gust of wind blows, more than a dozen windmills around them will rotate at the same time. The clattering sound attracts tourists who are new to this place to stop and watch. They look up at the light and agile postures of the elves in the wind, as if the gust of wind touches the invisible wings.
Between the tracks, there is a certain memory that is unknown to people. It is not remembered by people's naked eyes or thoughts, but is imprinted on the foundation of the city and becomes an eternal part of it, starting from the long past and ending in the distant future.
The future.
"What is this?" Alice exclaimed: "The Netherlands?"
Ringer didn't know what she was feeling, but he still explained truthfully: "It's the custom of the Avion people."
"Of course I know it's a custom, but the question is, why is there such a custom?"
Ringer was about to explain in detail when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a hotel called "Rotating Windmill" on the side of the street. It was not large in scale, but had an elegant shape, a secluded environment, and few guests, which perfectly met the needs of young people.
.So he hurriedly said to Alice: "Go to the hotel and book a room first. You will know soon."
After saying that, he walked towards the hotel, ignoring the thoughts of the golden retriever maid.
Alice immediately protested loudly: "What, everyone obviously wants to know, how can you show off at such a time!? Ringer, do you know the consequences of breaking the chapter? So many people are waiting for you to speak, hurry up and hurry up
Click!"
Olvera, who was next to her, thought for a while and whispered: "Actually, Alice is the only one who wants to know."
The friends nodded cooperatively.
Alice was greatly shocked when she heard this, and immediately showed an expression of "How dare you betray me", and at the same time she felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu——