Chapter 425

The capital of sorand.

Lorraine Hill dines on the second floor of a restaurant. Downstairs is a busy street.

The decoration of the restaurant is a little primitive. The wood carvings on the tables and chairs indicate that the restaurant should be some years old. Each seat is also quite tight, and it's almost full before dinner.

Fortunately, Lorraine hill was not in a hurry, so he chose a time with fewer people. There were not many guests on the second floor.

"Hello, what would you like to eat, miss?" The waiter in the restaurant is a young man about 20 years old. He handed me a menu.

The girl looked at the dishes above. Most of them are common ingredients, but there are no rare ingredients. The variety is far less abundant than that of yubeilei.

"Is that the only thing in the shop?" It's not picky, but she wants to know about the life in Wangdu.

"Yes." Seeing that the girl seemed to come from other places, the waiter explained.

"Nowadays, the supply of ingredients in Wangdu is based on indicators. Even our restaurants have to go to the grain department to get the corresponding bills before they can buy ingredients. Otherwise, it's illegal."

"Is it because of the lack of food, even the king has come to this point?"

"There is barely enough food, but the state has ordered that some of it should be stored in case of no need, so it is a little nervous. This method is adopted to prevent waste and balance supply."

"Well, I see." Lorraine Hill nodded.

While eating lunch, the girl also took time to see the dining situation of other guests, generally speaking. Soland's food is not rich in variety, but the most basic vegetables and a small amount of meat are still available, and the price is not too high. For the rich, there may be some discomfort, but for most ordinary people, it has little impact and the cost of living will not be too high.

After dinner, she went on walking in the street, looking at the shops and pedestrians.

Compared with Hopland and yubere, sorand is worthy of being the capital of the west wind for nearly a thousand years. Most of the buildings here are tall and ornate, and their style has a kind of majestic and atmosphere.

There are no high-rise buildings on both sides of the street that are lower than four stories. The business here is also very developed. Lorraine Hill even saw the furniture store of agattilin's family, which is familiar with olive and shell patterns.

There are also many kinds of shops, such as jewelry, furniture, clothing, wine, weapons, ceramics, etc. among them, there are even special doll shops, bookstores, shoe shops, etc. this also shows the affluence of the local people from the side.

After all, it's Wangdu. If even the people living here are poor, it's even more difficult in other places.

After a tour, the girl stops in front of a bulletin board, where she posts the major events recently announced by clancia, as well as various new regulations or laws. There are two guards on the side to prevent malicious tampering.

In this way, the girl can understand why even the waiter in the restaurant knows the origin and reason of these regulations. Because whenever a new regulation comes out, it will be posted here, and a brief explanation of the reasons for the regulation will be given. In this way, the majority of residents can understand the reasons for these restrictions and regulations, and reduce some unnecessary misunderstandings and resistance.

That's a good thing.

The girl stood and watched quietly. She was wearing a light brown robe, and she didn't stand out among a group of people.

"Excuse me, the leader is here." Such voices came from the other side of the street, followed by the murmur of the crowd.

"I didn't expect Lord Pullman to patrol the streets again today." One of the aborigines said so.

"Pullman, isn't that the king of today?" This is a passenger.

"You don't understand. At present, there is no king in clancia, only the consul of the leader chosen by the general assembly."

"It's just a change of name?" The passenger was a little disdainful.

"Hum, it's so shallow. It's not a title or position inherited by a private person, but a leader representing the will of many people." The clancians on one side explained angrily.

"Yes, I see. Can you put your fist down?" The passenger looked at the local and said with some worry. Seeing the poor eyes of the people around him, he knew that his remarks just now had aroused public anger.

"Then why doesn't this man work in the palace, but in the street?" The traveler began to change the subject.

"This is Lord Pullman's affinity to the people." Another local explained with a little pride, as if he was very proud to have such a leader.

"Lord Pullman was born in his early years, and only under the guidance of sages can he achieve his present achievements. Therefore, he will often experience the people and understand the truth. If you have any grievances and urgent matters, you can also make a public statement with him. In this way, few officials in the king's capital dare to be corrupt. "

"I see. It's a rare emperor." The passenger wiped the sweat on his forehead and quickly praised.

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Today's Pullman is no longer that young, mature and stable. He rode on a black horse, flanked by a group of knights in black armor, followed by several attendants in different clothes.

He was wearing a dark red cloak behind his back, special steel armor and a long sword at his waist. He nodded to the people around him, and then looked at the scenery beside the street.

Although he can't go to the local people to investigate the truth as he used to, he will take a short time to walk on the streets every few days after he has dealt with politics.

This is not to show off, but not to make himself too detached from the masses. He deeply understands how the rulers who don't listen to the dust are slowly out of touch with the society.

Around 4 p.m., the sun is no longer fierce, but a little soft gold. Falling on his metal armor, reflecting bursts of light, the ruler of clancia, the scar on his face added a trace of vicissitudes and stability.

When people around him bent to salute him, the calm leader stopped his horse and stopped walking. Instead, he looked at the figure in white on one side of the street.

The slender figure was standing on the stone steps. The hood and coat on his head had been taken off. The silver snow's hair glowed with light gold in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Despite the past so many years, the girl's appearance and posture are still the same as those in those years. Time seems to ignore her and leave no trace.

With simple white dress, snow-white skin and clear and transparent eyes like the sky, Pullman once again appeared in front of him, a girl who made Pullman remember deeply and even had a dream.

Across thousands of days and nights and stars, the silver haired girl in the forest met the boy again.