Chapter 55: The Land of Floating Clouds

Crancia, Nedshire.

List the plans that Crancia will initially implement in the next five years, and Roland Hill also ushered in a short rest.

During this time, the mine in Ned County also began a large-scale search for ground-piercing worms in the ground, preparing to wipe out these special monsters in one go and eliminate future troubles forever.

Where Lorraine Hill lives.

This is a courtyard near the mountainside outside the Iron Felt City.

The wooden house is built on the mountain, and it is a little quiet in the shelter of the woods. Birds pass through the woods, chirping happily in the shade of the trees, occasionally falling branches, and looking at the house below curiously.

The breeze from the forest blows in through the gaps in the window fence, bringing the unique coolness of the forest. A silver-haired girl sat up from the bed, wearing white pajamas, leaning against the head of the bed, covering her mouth with her hands, and yawning silently.

Roland Hill looked at the trees outside the window where the morning light was shining, shook his still a little drowsy head, leaned against the head of the bed, and closed his eyes slightly for a nap.

Yesterday, she looked at the past materials, and unknowingly, she arrived very late, so that the time to fall asleep also became later.

Fortunately, I haven't lived in the city recently. It would be great to let the group of fanatical admirers know that Lord Sage also sleeps in.

Although everyone knows that His Highness the sage is also a human being, but unconsciously, people will always deify some people who are too worshipped, thinking that they are omnipotent, and no matter which aspect they are the best.

But in fact, as long as you are human, there will always be some small shortcomings, and there will be times when you feel sleepy and doze off.

That's why Roland Hill did not live in the city all the time, but moved to this small courtyard outside the city. Because it will be a lot quieter, and when she is tired of being a great sage, she can occasionally be herself, a girl who likes to bask in the sun and take a nap occasionally.

People always need a quiet and relaxing moment, so as to adjust the emotions, fatigue, and the like accumulated in the weekdays. In this way, you can maintain a good state for a long time.

The girl sitting at the head of the bed, weaving in her mind the reasons for her occasional laziness, so she sleeps for a while with peace of mind.

It's a pity that a certain rabbit-eared girl didn't know the careful thoughts of Lord Sage at the moment. She pushed open the bedroom door where Roland Hill was resting, and saw that the girl was half-up and leaning on the head of the bed.

Seeing the sleepy appearance of this sage girl, Mira showed a slight smile on her face, then brought in a plate and placed it on the head of Roland Hill's bed.

"Good morning, Your Highness the Sage." She came to the head of the bed, pulled the quilt on the girl's body, and woke the silver-haired girl with a soothing voice.

Roland Hill lightly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, looked at the girl who was shaking the rabbit ears, and said.

"Good morning, Mila, ah~" She covered her mouth again and yawned.

"This is today's breakfast." Mira helped Loren Hill, then brought the plate to the girl and showed her.

"This is what you taught us to do before, remember?"

Roland Hill looked at the square and round thing in front of him, and blurted out two words.

"Steamed bun."

Mira shook her ears in confusion, because these two words were not the common language of the moment, and she could not understand them.

"Nothing, I just sighed that it was shaped like something from memory."

Roland Hill stretched out his hand and lightly touched these little guys who were still emitting heat.

White, soft, and smooth to the touch. That's right, it's white buns.

"Do you want to try one, Master Sage?" Mira was promoting the breakfast she just made this morning.

"Um."

Roland Hill picked up one of them, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and a slightly hot gas filled his mouth, followed by a slight sweetness.

It was indeed a steamed bun. Although it had been many years, she could still remember the texture and taste. A long time ago, she also talked about some food practices in her spare time in the forest teaching. I didn't expect that the things I mentioned casually at that time were recorded in detail by this rabbit-eared girl, and the experiment was successful.

After the promotion of Lorraine Hill, there is now a large area of ​​wheat cultivation in Crancia, most of which are produced, but most of them are still made into bread.

Because bread is easy to store.

Baked bread, if left uneaten and slightly air-dried, will become firm. So much so that in her memory, people often ridicule that the bread of a certain country can be used as a weapon.

Steamed buns are a different idea, which requires special cooking tools.

After eating the steamed buns, the sleepiness gradually subsided, and Roland Hill also slowly woke up.

At this time, Mira also took the plate back and leaned over to say. "Then I'll go out first, Lord Sage, please continue to rest."

Then she stood up, exited Loren Hill's room, and closed the door again.

This rabbit is uneasy and kind, and it was you who woke me up, Roland Hill thought in his mind, and slowly got up from the bed.

After changing into her usual clothes, she sat down at the desk again, took out a large piece of paper, and spread it on the table.

Stroking the slightly yellowed and slightly bumpy surface of the paper, she picked up the pen and drew a large and clear drawing on the paper.

The sails are like fins, layer upon layer, and the branches are on both sides of the olive-shaped hull. Below is a pod like a ship, and the tail is erected like a fish's tail.

The overall shape is full of fantasy and medieval ideas, just like the whimsical ideas written by Leonardo da Vinci, a romantic airship leaps off the paper.

Humans in the twilight era discovered the magic of the anti-gravity circle, and based on this, they built a new kingdom in the sky.

The city is like an island, floating in the sky, and these airships made of wood pulp and sails, like swimming fish, travel through the clouds, going back and forth between cities.

A world above the clouds, a country where it never rains, an environment where sunny days and starry nights alternate.

In the early days of the twilight era, everything was full of romantic feelings, and the earth at that time was like a new world that has not been cultivated. People drove primitive aircraft made of wooden boards and sails, shuttled in the sky, swooped through the clouds, and explored the primitive and wild land.

Humans who are separated from the earth live like birds. Their childhood is no longer a fixed landscape and land, but the city among the white clouds, the blue sky, and the vast land overlooked from the sky.

The spirit of freedom and adventure prevailed in that era.

Humans born in this new era have not completely copied the development trajectory of the past, but have drawn on the knowledge recorded in the records and rebuilt the shape of civilization with their own preferences and assumptions.

There is no division between countries in the world, or a city is a country, and there is no special nation. There are only floating cities with different styles. They cruise in the sky, chasing their own preferences, and heading to the hot equator. , the icy poles, the latitude of perpetual night, and the territory of perpetual day.

When you live in another city, you will slowly be assimilated by it and become part of its unique culture. Some of them are gentle, some are firm, some are cold, and they describe different living customs and dressing cultures.

Every city is different, some are heavy rock style, some light green foliage, some hard steel, and so on.

Without a network connecting everything, cities in the world are scattered like colorful candies, exuding their own unique flavors.