Chapter 730： winter (1/2)
Winter is here.
The fog covering the entire north-central region came as expected, and the smog and the chilly atmosphere began to envelope Older South. In a light gray haze, this magnificent imperial capital became blurred and embarrassing. It's like a painting with water soaked, everything is no longer so distinct.
The Obsidian Palace stands high in the fog, like a giant stone cast, overlooking the capital of the Empire.
Rosetta Augustus started the letter in front of him and read every line of text with a calm expression.
Judyan Wendell stood at the emperor's desk. He saw the emblem of the Cecil empire sword and plow above the letter. The lines of the emblem itself and the lines on the paper were neat and beautiful.
It took a long time for Titan’s rulers to read this letter, which was not very long, and then slightly indulge, whispered: “This tuition has finally become acceptable.”
"This is a good start, sire." Yan Dinan said quietly.
Rosetta nodded slightly: "Gaowen Cecil believes that it is necessary for the two countries to establish a deeper exchange. The old era of confrontation with guns and guns is over. The more prosperous and prosperous society is the true pursuit of this era. Things."
Judi Nan quietly stared at his own monarch: "Your Majesty, what is your opinion?"
"At least one thing I agree with, the old days are really over," Rosetta's mouth seemed to have a smile. "We need to do something that is more adaptive to the new era...
"Dindy Nanqing, Gao Wen Cecil has been emphasizing that his new empire has a new system of friendly openness, then do you think... will they welcome some guests from Tifeng?"
Judi Nan was silent for a few seconds before he slowly said: "There is only a try to know."
Rosetta's mouth with a smile, reaching out, taking a letter from the side, and writing a powerful line of words:
To the Emperor Cecil:
Your opinion makes me admire. Your understanding of the times makes me agree. Maybe we are time to discuss how to be in this new era...
The tip of the pen was moving on the paper, and the fine sound of the brush twitched gently in the quiet study. In the quiet atmosphere, Judyan turned his eyes to the window, and the fog that enveloped Aldernan was swelling in the sun. Moving, like a silent and gentle sea, the golden sun is slowly rising and falling on the sea.
There was some unnatural smell in the fog, and Mary couldn't help but sneeze when the smell came.
The female apprentice of the black hair stood at the intersection in front of the Earl of Hemir. She frowned, watching the misty mist slowly swaying in the line of sight, and the mixed smell in the mist affected her mood.
This odor may not have reached such an unbearable level, but Mary's nose is more sensitive. She feels that the breath is like some harmful smoke, with a little bit of odor in the spicy.
She looked up and saw that there was a thicker fog above it. The sun shone through the fog, and the light was diffused and weak. The obsidian palace in the distance stood in the fog and could only see the outline of the dragonfly.
The fog that enveloped Oldern is like a repressed and deep sea. The ocean is full of unpleasant smells. It is bustling and rich, but in the winter, it seems that there is no comfort and sunshine in your hometown at least. There is not a lot of chimneys that continuously emit exhaust gas.
The female apprentice waved her hand and summoned a layer of breeze shield to block the ingredients that seemed to be harmful to health in the fog. A slightly envious and obedient voice came from the side: "It’s still a powerful caster like you. The air will follow your instructions."
Mary turned her head and saw that she was talking to herself. A waiter wearing a blouse. This is a servant sent by the priest of Hermier. She came here to accompany herself. Before the mentor returned, the humble man would listen to himself.
But Mary didn't adapt to this identity that could assign others, and she didn't adapt to others' compliments. She just shook her head and said in an equal tone: "But if it's not here, I don't have to make a shield at all. Filtering the air should be the freshest time of the year."
The waiter smiled helplessly: "...hey, this winter's fog is a bit strange."
"But I remember that this was not the case last year," Mary recalled as she came to the Imperial Capital with her mentor. "Not even the year before."
“If you have been to the Imperial City earlier, you will be even more surprised by the situation this winter,” the attendant said. “Our locals are more aware of the changes here.”
Mary looked at the attendant and casually said what she heard: "I heard people say that the strange smell in the fog is due to the chimneys of the chimneys, and the smoke from them is not lost. A bad fog."
The waiter smiled and shook his head. "You can say that we don't dare the factories are open to adults. They don't like people talking about their machines and chimneys."
Mary had a thought in her heart and seemed to want to say something. However, the door to the mansion was not opened, and the old mage wearing a black robe and body was already out of it.
The young female apprentice immediately dropped the attendant and greeted her mentor.
"Guide, are we going to go straight home?" Mary asked Daniel's arm and asked respectfully.
"No, go to the factory to get some things," Daniel looked at his apprentice. "Yes, know to open the breeze shield, otherwise you will get sick sooner or later in such a bad weather. It’s not going to bend.”
Mary bowed her head, but neither refuted nor frustrated, but with a hint of a smile.
She can't remember how long the tutor has not used such an understatement to "criticize" herself.
Riding the magical guide that was allotted by the Empire, Mary and Daniel set off for the Imperial Engineering Association. In the car, Mary couldn’t help but swear: "The winter here is much colder than the countryside, and There is also a horrible fog."
Daniel looked at the female apprentice who was complaining indifferently and spit out a few words: "Not on the table."