The three Ringers were looking for a hotel called "The Fairy's Sleep" on Sherrel Street.
The hotel industry in Rustin has a long history, perhaps even before the city government decided to give the place the name of "prosperity" and "luxury". In medieval times, every restaurant, tavern, chapel and even the soup kitchen in the town
, can also take on the responsibility of providing a resting place for passers-by. It is at this time that the local people’s warm and hospitable atmosphere is developed.
Hotels at that time were all made of wood and stone: stone walls and wooden roofs. The sloping roofs were usually covered with a two-inch-thick layer of turf to keep warm. Today, they still remain
Similar style, but has nothing to do with the original purpose. It is more about following ancient traditions and creating a retro trend.
Standing at the entrance of Sherel Street, you can see which house is surrounded by thick ashlar walls, like the city wall that resisted barbarian invasions during King Inrel's time; or the roof is covered with green turf, like when spring first arrives.
By looking at the wilderness, you can know their origins and uses.
Compared with the urban area, the atmosphere here is quieter and quieter, with few pedestrians passing by. The three of them walked past each other, stepping on the carpet of fallen leaves all over the street, giving off an empty echo. The city seemed to be empty.
Leaves fall all year round, whether blown by the wind, falling naturally, or picked up by birds... falling melodiously like raindrops, never stopping.
The old bluestone bricks had just been cleaned in the morning and were now covered with leaves. The traces of the leaf veins were so clear that they diluted the transparent sunlight. Ringer's eyes fell on the retro-style hanging sign in front of him and saw the words "
"Home of Sleeping Squirrels", then he shook his head and said softly: "Not really."
When Metien heard this, he was a little disappointed.
Alice on the side brushed off the fallen leaves on her shoulders and asked, "What's the house?"
Ringer remembers very clearly: "The seventh family."
Alice raised her head and looked deep into the long street again, and saw more grassy roofs hidden in the colorful crowns of street trees. She could not see the side at a glance, and she suddenly felt embarrassed: "When will we find this?" They originally wanted to find them by the house number. It was easier to find 13 Scherer Street than to find a hotel that only knew the name. But unfortunately, the hotels here did not have house numbers, only old-fashioned hanging signs. This was already
The eliminated characteristics of the era may only be seen in the city of Rosting.
Before 1681, a dazzling array of signboards, made of basswood, pine, and oak, could be seen all over the streets. However, during the urban typhoon, an unprecedented strong wind blew these signboards crumbling, and hundreds of people died from the damage caused by the loose signboards. This resulted in
The Ministry of Public Affairs of the Kingdom issued an emergency decree to stipulate the size, weight and number of signboards in front of the door. Today, it has evolved into a simple house number.
Only this city, rich in humanistic and natural charm, still retains the traces of the past era. It can be considered that it is a sentimental poet who pursues retro and recalls the past. Now it has brought greater trouble to the search of Ringer and the others.
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Ringer also knew that this was not the way to go. He thought for a while and said, "Let's find someone to ask."
He actually didn't want to use this method if it was unnecessary, because Ringer didn't think he was very good at dealing with others, and as for Alice, she was a little too good at it.
He asked the maid to take care of Meridian, and he randomly found a nearby house and knocked on the door. Before the owner responded, he stood in the garden and waited quietly.
A surprising data also comes from the book "Urban Green Space Life", which mentions that more than 70% of the houses in Rustin have attached gardens or private gardens. Although sometimes they are only shrubs or flowers in several square meters,
It is also unimaginable for those who only have narrow streets and an inch of sky.
These small gardens are usually open to the public, and residents here are very happy to share the city's greenery with outsiders without damaging the land and plants.
About half a minute later, the door opened a small crack from the inside, and at the same time, the owner of the house heard a low voice asking: "Who?"
Ringer replied: "A traveler asking for directions, I would like to know how to get to No. 13 Sherrill Street?"
"13 Sherrill Street?"
There was a doubtful tone on the other end, and then the door was opened. An artistic man with a mustache, a white shirt, black trousers, and a dark green beret came out and said to Ringer: "
You must be looking for the wrong one, there is no No. 13 on this street."
No number 13?
Ringer frowned slightly and asked him again: "So, is there a hotel called 'Fairy Sleep'?"
This question made the man more confident in his guess: "Then you must be looking for the wrong one. There has never been a hotel named 'Fairy Sleep' on this street, because it does not conform to the naming habits of the Rosting people... But this
The name is really good, maybe it can be included in my next script?"
As he spoke, a proud smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth, probably thinking this was a good idea.
It turns out that he is a playwright, no wonder he still stays at home during working hours.
Ringer got the answer. Although it was not the answer he wanted, he stretched his eyebrows and nodded gently to the man, saying: "Thank you for your help. I'm sorry for bothering you. I hope you have a pleasant time next."
Afternoon."
He took off his hat in greeting, put it on again, turned around and was about to leave, but the other party stopped him: "Wait a minute, young man, what do you think about the proposal I just made?"
"Proposal?"
"I want to include the name of the hotel you just mentioned in my new work. It inspires me for my next work. Of course, this is not a unilateral request. I will pay you." Ringer didn't expect that he was serious. After being silent for a while, he said: "You can do whatever you want, sir. As for the reward, there is no need for it, because I didn't come up with the name."
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"That's right. In this case, if I want to use this name, I have to get the consent of the original owner, but where should I find them? There is indeed no hotel called 'The Goblin's Sleep' on Sherrill Street.
, or it can even be said that there is none in the entire city of Rosting. There was none in the past, and there is none now. What about the future? There may be in the future, but that is uncertain. I have lived in this city for thirty-three years, and for it——
Even the history of the land where it is located is clear. Could it be that it hides secrets that I don’t know? Just like the story my grandfather once told me..."
The man was lost in thought and murmured, maybe people who engage in artistic creation have similar problems. They are always immersed in their own world and ignore the existence of the people around them. Ringer felt that he should not disturb
He then left silently, pulling Meridian and Alice away from the room.
He didn't stop until he could no longer hear the man's voice.
"What's going on with that guy?" Alice asked, "I feel like he's weird."
Lin Ge didn't answer, but thought to himself: In fact, you are quite strange, so don't tell others.
In contrast, Metien paid more attention to the outcome of the matter: "Are you on the way, Ringer?"
Ringer shook his head: "No."
He told the two girls the man's answer. After learning that there was no No. 13 on Sherrill Street or the so-called "Fairy Sleep" hotel, the two girls had different reactions.
"Have we been cheated?" Alice was suspicious.
Metien retorted: "I don't think Sister Saint Sharia is that kind of person! Besides, there is no need for her to lie to us! She can't get anything from us."
Alice scratched her hair: "What you said makes sense, but in fact we really can't find that hotel. Is there another Scherer Street in Rustin?"
"Hmm!"
Metien has nothing to say.
Ringer did not participate in the discussion between the two. He raised his head slightly and saw the shadowy sunlight through the lush tree canopy. It was almost noon, and the warm winter sun squeezed through the gaps between the leaves and fell on the street.
The white-gold light spots flicker on and off, making people feel a little warm, as if they have entered summer in advance.
He withdrew his gaze and interrupted the girls' discussion with one sentence: