Lorraine Hill was dining on the second floor of a restaurant, with a busy street downstairs.
The decoration of the restaurant is a bit quaint, and the wood carvings on the tables and chairs indicate that the restaurant must be old. The seats are also relatively tight, and it is almost full before meal time.
Fortunately, Lorraine Hill was not in a hurry, so he chose a time period when there were fewer people. At this time, there were not many guests on the second floor.
"Hello, what would this lady like to eat?" The waiter in the restaurant, a young man about 20 years old, handed over a menu.
The girl looked at the dishes above. Most of them were common ingredients, there were no rare ingredients, and the variety was far less rich than the ones at Yubeile.
"Is this all there is in the store?" It's not that she's picky, it's just that she wants to know about the living conditions in the royal capital today.
"Yes." Seeing that the girl seemed to be from out of town, the waiter explained.
"Nowadays, the supply of ingredients in the royal capital is based on quotas. Even our restaurants have to go to the food department to get corresponding receipts before they can buy ingredients. Otherwise, it is illegal."
"Is it because of lack of food? Has even the royal capital reached this point?"
"There is barely enough food, but the state has ordered that part of it be stored in case it is not needed, so we are a little nervous. This method is adopted in order to prevent waste and balance supply."
"That's right, I understand." Lorraine Hill nodded.
While eating lunch, the girl also took the time to look at the dining situation of other guests. Generally speaking, Soland's food ingredients are not rich in variety, but the most basic vegetables and a small amount of meat are still in supply, and the prices are also good.
It’s not too high. It may be a bit uncomfortable for rich people, but for most ordinary people, it has little impact and the cost of living is not too high.
After finishing her meal, she continued walking on the street, looking at the shops and pedestrians.
Compared to Hopelan'er and Ubere, Soland is worthy of being the royal capital of West Wind for nearly a thousand years. Most of the buildings here are very tall and gorgeously decorated, and their style is majestic and majestic.
There are no high-rise buildings on both sides of the street lower than 4 floors, and the business here is also extremely developed. Lorraine Hill even saw the furniture store of the Yagtilin family, with its familiar olive and shell patterns.
The types of shops are also extremely rich, including jewelry, furniture, clothing, liquor, weapons, ceramics, etc. There are even specialized doll shops, bookstores, shoe shops, etc., which also shows the affluence of the local people.
After all, this is the royal capital. If the people living here are poor, then other places will be even more difficult.
After the girl walked around, she stopped in front of a bulletin board, where the recent major events announced by Crancia were posted, as well as various new regulations or laws. There were two guards guarding the side to prevent being caught.
Someone maliciously tampered with it.
In this way, the girl understood why even the waiters in the restaurant knew the origin and reasons of these regulations. Because whenever new regulations come out, they will be posted here with a brief explanation of the reasons for such regulations. In this way
, the majority of residents can also understand the reasons for these restrictions and regulations, reducing unnecessary misunderstandings and resistance.
This is a good thing.
The girl stood aside and watched quietly. She was wearing a light brown robe and was inconspicuous among the group of people.
"Make way, Lord Star Leader is here." Such a voice came from the other side of the street, followed by the crowd's whispers.
"I didn't expect Lord Pullman to patrol the streets again today." said an aborigine.
"Pullman, isn't that the current king?" This is a traveler.
"You don't understand. Currently there is no king in Crancia, only the Star Leader Consul selected by the conference."
"Isn't it just a change of name?" The passenger said with some disdain.
"Humph, that's really shallow. This is not a title or position inherited by a private person, but a leader who represents the will of many people." The Clancia man on the side explained angrily.
"Yes, I understand, can you put your fist down?" The tourist looked at the local and said worriedly. Seeing the unkind looks from the people around him, he realized that his remarks just now aroused public outrage.
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"Then why doesn't this gentleman work in the palace, but on the street?" The tourist began to change the topic.
"This is what makes Mr. Pullman so friendly to the people." Another local explained with some pride, as if he was extremely proud to have such a leader.
"Mr. Pullman was born into a humble family in his early years, and he was able to achieve what he is today only under the guidance of wise men. This is why he often visited the people to understand the real situation. If everyone has any grievances or urgent matters, they can also get their voice heard from him. In this way,
Come on, there are very few officials in the royal capital who dare to be corrupt and do evil."
"I see, he is truly a rare wise man." The traveler wiped the sweat from his forehead and praised him quickly.
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Today, Pullman is no longer the young boy he once was, and looks much more mature and stable. He rides a black horse, protected by a group of knights in black armor on both sides, and followed by several entourages in different clothes.
He himself had a dark red cape on his back, special steel-colored armor on his body, and a long sword on his waist. He nodded slightly to the citizens around him, and then looked at the scenery beside the street.
Although he cannot go to various places to investigate the actual situation at will as he did in the past, after dealing with political affairs, he will take a short period of time to walk around the streets every few days.
This is not to show off, but because he does not want to separate himself too much from the masses. He deeply understands how those indifferent rulers slowly lose touch with society.
Around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight was no longer fierce and turned into a slightly softer golden color. It fell on his metal armor and reflected bursts of light. The ruler of Crancia had starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, and the scars on his face gave him
It adds a touch of vicissitudes and stability.
When the people around him bowed and saluted him, the calm leader gradually stopped his horse and stopped moving forward. Instead, he stared blankly at the figure in white on the side of the street.
The slender figure stood on the stone steps nearby. The hood and coat on his head had been taken off at some point. Yinxue's hair exuded a pale golden halo under the afterglow of the setting sun.
Even though so many years have passed, the girl's appearance and figure are still the same as before, unchanged. Time seems to have ignored her and left no trace.
With her simple white dress, snow-white skin, and eyes as clear and transparent as the sky, this girl who had impressed Pullman deeply in his memory and even dreamed of her appeared in front of him again.
Across thousands of days, nights and stars, the silver-haired girl in the forest met the boy again.