In the past, the village of Avignon was a peaceful and peaceful small village, which can be seen from the ruins left behind many years later. The small village has about a hundred households, scattered around a small circular square in the center of the village, each other
The distance between them is very generous, even to the point of being open, perhaps to allow the wind to freely ride on the rolling hills and hills, instead of constantly bumping into the walls of the adjacent houses, losing the original feeling.
free.
For this reason, the village is not large in size, but it occupies quite a vast area. A complete tour from the entrance to the edge of the village will take at least an hour.
In order to make better use of local wind resources, most of the houses here are built on higher ground and are connected to each other by country lanes paved with gravel and cobblestones. Each house is like a windmill, with a cylindrical roof.
It is built with slender ashlar stones and painted pink and white, but it cannot cover up the pits left by the wind for many years on the surface; the roof is wooden cone-shaped, with huge windmill wings installed.
From a distance, it looks like open-air windmill towers.
And they are indeed called windmill towers by the locals. Unlike the small windmills in the city, windmills of this size will not be pushed by ordinary winds. Only strong and long-term turbulent winds can push those windmills.
The wooden fan wings rotate and rub, making a heavy and high-pitched sound.
Due to disrepair, most of the windmill towers in the Windmill Village ruins are closed for maintenance. Only a few intact houses are open for tourists to visit. Normally, there would be no need to wait in line, but Lin Ge and others accidentally bumped into one.
It was a good time, and there were not many tourists in sight, so I was able to visit at will, as if I had the peace and quiet here to myself.
Gently push the ancient wooden door, and with the creaking sound of the door shaft, step on the floor of one of the windmill tower rooms. The old wooden floor has mottled cracks, and a wooden board in the corner is slightly tilted due to the loose structure.
, the withered grass in late winter pokes its head out from the cracks, showing its decay. Maybe it will be rejuvenated in spring and summer, reflecting the light in the room with vibrant green, but now is not the time, so it just silently
Lowering his head, it seems that it has the same color as the wooden floor of this ancient era.
At the entrance is the reception area, which is decorated with local-style furniture and has obvious signs of restoration. In the past, Avignon people would receive passing tourists here with a cup of steaming primrose tea. Of course, it is also possible now.
, it just needs to be paid, and it must be during the primrose harvest season, but Ringer and his party arrived late.
The corner area is the kitchen and dining area. At the base of the inconspicuous wall, there is a transparent spider web, but its owner is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps it will not be discovered until the next time the staff of the scenic spot comes to clean it.
, and peel it out of the cracks of the rock bricks with dust and crushed sand.
This place looked like an ordinary private house. Ringer took a quick look and found no valuable clues, so he returned the same way. Before leaving, he closed the door again and heard the sour sound of the door hinges biting together, which was quite like the wind.
He heard the whine of the elf. He looked up and saw that on the opposite hillside, Alice was leading a few friends around another windmill tower room. They were chattering and not knowing what they were discussing.
Through the open door, you can vaguely see huge stone grinding tools. Wooden bearings and gears are connected to the windmill fixed on the top. Driven by the wind, the stone mill can be driven to grind grains and roll wool.
, making spices, etc. Obviously, this is a very common local windmill.
The windmill tower house is a traditional building in the Avignon region. It is of great significance to the local people. It is not only a place of residence, but also the main location for agriculture and various production activities. Generally speaking, the villagers of Avignon at least
There will be one or two windmill tower houses as private property. Wealthier villagers can build tower houses for residence and production separately, while less wealthy villagers usually combine the two into one. For them, the windmill and mill are both for work and for them.
A place is also a place of life.
During the period when the windmill industry was most developed, some families lived in windmill towers for more than half a century. It was not until the new city of Avignon was built that it was announced that the days of Avignon people living with the wind were over.
Windmills, towers, green spaces, squares, hills, ramps, ancient wells, railings, primrose fields, summer cherry trees everywhere, and the Salia Fields that can be seen in the distance... This classical country-style picture is indeed
It makes people feel relaxed and happy, and it is a very livable place.
However, there is no trace of angels, and it is difficult to explain why the three parties chose this place when they signed the Brass Scroll of Kreisov.
Where is the angel they are looking for who is suspected of being the Lord-given Queen's Queen?
Not far away, Alice's voice came faintly in the wind:
"This windmill looks quite big. How about we climb up and have a look?"
"Ah? Why do you want to accuse me of being incompetent? I am incompetent in the first place!"
"Xie Mi has already flown up, why can't I? You are discriminating! Hmph!"
"It's such a big mill, Merdine, can you lift it up? Well? I'm not kidding. Isn't the little girl Berserker a classic contrast and cuteness?"
"It's a pity that there is no wind now, the windmill doesn't move, and the stone mill doesn't turn. I heard that traditional mills used to be pulled by donkeys. We don't have donkeys, so how about making do with lambs?"
"Wow! If you don't poop, you won't poop. Why are you biting me? Look at me making you stew tonight... uh, Xiaoxia, I was actually joking, hahaha."
"Hey, what do you think this is? There are primroses in the field that were forgotten to be harvested. Now they are mine! Come on, Olvera, I will put them on your head."
"Don't dislike it so much. Although it has withered, it is still a flower and it is my intention. Just accept it."
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The group visited the windmill village ruins and did not leave until the scenic spot closed. At this time, the sky was getting dark and it was almost dusk. The blood-like twilight covered the snow covering the streets and alleys, adding a bit of deep meaning to the chill of last night.
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The girls all had a great time, especially Alice, who had an unfinished look on her face and seemed to have forgotten her original purpose of coming here. Ringer, who was alone and diligently looking for clues, found nothing, with a calm face and deep eyes.
, forming a sharp contrast with them.
"It's a pity that I didn't bring a camera." Alice shouted, "Otherwise we could have taken a group photo as a souvenir!"
This guy... Lin Ge's eyebrows jumped when he heard this.
If Saint Xalia hadn't stood up in time and said to Alice in a gentle but warning tone, we are not here for fun, but to find clues to the next girl's throne... Wait, what she said made the golden-haired maid feel guilty.
He lowered his head and admitted his mistake sincerely. Maybe he would be even more angry.
However, although Alice is very unreliable in most cases, she does have one advantage, that is, she is outgoing enough and good at dealing with people. She can chat with anyone she meets, even though her IQ is too low.
Sometimes it is easy to be regarded as a lunatic, but because of this, it is not easy to arouse the other party's suspicion, which can make up for some intellectual disadvantages.
Realizing that this was not the time for leisurely fun, Alice returned to the hotel and began to use her own advantages to actively inquire about information. The specific method was to use a not-so-subtle approach to make insinuations about the hotel owner and employees, asking about pornographic information.
Rumors about copper scrolls, angels and treasures. These locals should know some things that outsiders don’t know, right?
Then she sat in front of the counter and chatted with the boss for half an hour over a glass of boiled water. When she finally returned to the room, Ringer asked her what she had gained. The golden retriever maid folded her arms and said confidently: "Yes!"
Really?
"What is it?"
"My boss advised me to be down-to-earth and not to indulge in these ridiculous fantasies. The stories in novels about finding treasures and becoming rich overnight are all for children. He also told me that if I can't find a job, I can consider him.
I work as a receptionist in a hotel, and I will be given a weekly salary of about 1 shilling from the Kingdom of Great Brita. During the peak tourist season, I will be paid a little more, and food and accommodation are also included... By the way, Ringer, when will you pay me my salary?"