"This small city named Utopia isn't much different from the ones I've traveled to in the past. Be it its folklore, race, or architectural style, it's all standard Rouen.
"I heard that the Southern Continent has many strange and unusual customs. I hope to experience them myself one day. Of course, that's after East and West Balam restore peace.
"Speaking of Utopia, the most special thing about this place is that the climate is changeable. There are often storms, so most people have umbrellas and raincoats smeared with Donningsman Tree sap. The hotel attendant told me that as long as I have a certain income and have to work outside, I have to save money to buy a raincoat. Otherwise, disease will kill more people.
"There's no meteorologist here, so I have no way of knowing the reason for the changeable climate. I can only guess that it's because it's close to the sea and is located in a hurricane zone. Yes, there's a deep-water harbor a few kilometers away from Utopia, but they lack manpower and are unable to operate it well. They can only maintain it on a small scale.
"They don't have a local newspaper either. After all, this is only a small city with a few thousand people. The paperboys mainly sell the Tussock Times, Desi Mirror, and Sea Breeze …
"The second reason I like this place is that many people in Utopia are cheerful and optimistic. They are passionate about life.
"When I wrote this, a band happened to pass by outside the hotel.
"This isn't a professional band, but a group formed purely by amateurs. Among them are government employees, magistrates, solicitors, professional police officers, school teachers, candy factory workers, shop owners … Among them, those who have the money and time are responsible for the tuba, violin, and other more difficult instruments. The middle- and lower-class citizens use the lyre, harmonica, and other simpler instruments.
"On certain days of rest, they will walk the streets. They will set off from the municipal square and circle around the city before returning to Saint Arianna Cathedral near the square. They call this a 'musical parade.'
"During the parade, not only do they not reject the citizens from joining them, they even encourage them to sing or dance with them. According to my observations, the participants are rather happy and content. They are venting their love for life, and this gives me a sense of exuberance.
"I have to admit that this is very infectious. I've tried to join the parade and forget my troubles amidst the music, dance, and singing. All I remember is happiness …
"They're not on a cruise today. They're going to the church to bless a couple.
"Speaking of weddings, the thing I can't understand the most about Utopia is that it only has the Evernight Goddess's cathedral. You have to know that in most places in the kingdom, even in a small town, there will be at least two cathedrals. One belongs to the Evernight Goddess, and the other believes in the Lord of Storms.
"Before today, I couldn't imagine that an ordinary town in the Kingdom would only believe in one god.
"However, this won't cause too much trouble for me. Before I was eighteen, due to my family's influence, I could only believe in the Lord of Storms. But after I graduated from grammar school, I truly understood that the Goddess is the most compassionate and compassionate one.
"Speaking of the wedding itself, I attended a wedding two days ago and realized that Utopia has some special customs in this regard.
"Among them, what I admire the most is that when the priest announces the marriage, the bride and groom will bow to each other. There's no question of who's higher or lower. It's just a serious expression of gratitude for spending a lifetime together.
"Perhaps this is a manifestation of the equality between men and women in the teachings of the goddess …
"In addition, at the celebration after the wedding, there will be some special game segments. For example, the bride and groom will tell their love stories.
"This might be a rather awkward matter for them, but it's rather interesting for the guests. Yes, I think so too. However, I definitely won't add such a segment to my own wedding.
"At that wedding, I heard the best love story I've ever heard in my life. If there's a chance, and if the readers who read this column like it, I'll consider retelling it. Of course, I'll change the names and some details so that the couple won't be troubled …
"The most important reason I like Utopia is that the food here is very delicious. The limited restaurants are all of a very high standard, and the best is undoubtedly the restaurant attached to the Irises Hotel where I'm staying.
"Be it the most basic fried steak, fried pork chops, charcoal roasted meat, pan-fried fish, or the more complicated or difficult stewed lamb with peas, cream soup, butter mashed potatoes, and roasted potato skins, they've definitely reached the level of a city chef. In addition, the chefs here are quite good at creating strange dishes and food. There's sweet and sour meat cubes, and there's grilled fish that's repeatedly smeared with all kinds of condiments …
"The chefs in Utopia haven't given up on the staple food that doesn't seem to have any tricks up their sleeves. I've eaten all kinds of toast in this city: mashed taro, mashed potatoes, butter, light cream, fruit … As long as I'm willing, I won't be eating the same variety for a week.
"And among all the delicacies here, the most praiseworthy is their desserts:
"Cream pudding, fruit pudding, Black Forest cake, carrot cake, milk cake, muffins, egg tarts …
"At this point, I feel hungry again. This is the reason why I don't want to leave after staying here for a week. What I'm most worried about now isn't my wallet, but my weight. On one hand, I'm glad that the hotel doesn't have a mechanical scale, but on the other hand, I complain that they don't have one.
"Utopia's red wine is also quite outstanding. The only problem is that they lack age. It looks like the manors around this town don't have such awareness.
"Here, I have to seriously recommend a drink, Utopia Sparkling Iced Tea. It's very special. Apart from the sweetness and bubbles, it has an even more magical experience …
"Every evening, I'll take a walk in the municipal square. It's also the favorite leisure spot of the citizens of Utopia. They have an extraordinary love for those white pigeons.
"I met an artist in the municipal square. His name is Anderson. He's handsome and has excellent painting skills. Unfortunately, he's mute …
"I also met another writer. His name is Alesu. It's a rather strange name. He said that he was writing a long novel and asked me to review the beginning.
"I won't comment on him. I just find it strange that a few familiar names appeared at the beginning.
"This includes Anderson, Wendy. Yes, this is the owner of the bakery I love the most …
"I raised this question, and Alesu told me very seriously that when a writer can't think of a character's name, it's very reasonable to use people he knows as a reference.
"I agree very much.
"…
"Due to space limitations, this sharing will end here. Love, Charlotte."
Monica put down her pen and carefully read the manuscript twice, correcting the mistakes in words and grammar.
She was a writer, and she wasn't very famous. She could only rely on writing third-rate love stories to make a living. After changing her faith to the Evernight Goddess, her father almost cut off all contact with her.
However, ever since Miss Fors Wall, who wrote "Stormwind Mountain Villa," started a travel column and became rather popular after the war, Monica also began writing travel stories for some newspapers in Baekeland. This perfectly matched her hobbies, and her hobbies gave her articles a unique vitality, helping her become a famous travel writer.
Charlotte was her pseudonym.
After the handwriting had completely dried, Monica specially made another copy, stuffed it into an envelope, and stamped it.
After confirming that the address was correct, the lady with wavy black hair and Desi Bay style carried her handbag, left the hotel, and headed for Utopia's post office.
The post office was next to the telegraph office. Every time Monica passed by the latter, she felt that it was a waste.
From her point of view, there were very few things that required telegrams in Utopia. It was too extravagant to specially set up a telegraph office.
After sending the letter, Monica looked at the sky and strolled to the municipal square.
When she arrived at the entrance of Saint Arianna Cathedral, she met Biles.
This was a police officer who had once come to the Irises Hotel to question Monica about the witness in Tracey's murder case.
Unfortunately, Monica didn't know the Mr. Wendel.
After nodding at each other and greeting each other, Monica entered the cathedral and found a seat. She quietly listened to the priest named Townsend's sermon.
This was the most clergyman she had encountered after converting to the Evernight Goddess. His hair was half white, and he spoke slowly. He had a serene temperament, and his voice was deep. It always calmed people down without them realizing it.
Monica then closed her eyes and focused on listening to the sermon.
…
East Chester County, in a forest belonging to the Hall family.
Alfred, Hibbert, and Audrey led their foxhounds and servants around the edge of the forest in pursuit of their prey.
This was the first time the three siblings had hunted together since they came of age.
In front of their sister, Alfred and Hibbert were having a good time, at least on the surface.
And to Alfred, the biggest problem was how to control himself and not appear too different from ordinary people. Otherwise, if a Disciplinary Paladin were to participate in the hunt, no one else would have a chance.
He knew that his sister was a Beyonder, but he also knew that a Sequence 7 of the Spectator pathway wouldn't have any substantial combat abilities.
As they chased, they rushed out of the forest and saw a wheat field.
"Where is this?" Audrey, who was dressed in hunting clothes, asked casually.
It was her first time hunting in this forest, so she didn't know where it led to.
Hibbert wasn't familiar with it either. He turned his head and said to his attendant,
"Find someone to ask."
While waiting, the three siblings laughed and discussed their harvest just now. Susie, the golden retriever, glanced at the foxhounds that wanted to get close to her, and they consciously distanced themselves.
After a while Hibbert's attendant returned and reported,
"My Lord, there's a village called Hartlark nearby …"
Hartlak … That village with the tradition of dragon worship? I came here from another direction? Audrey was stunned for a moment.
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