Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 282: Is it the wind that creates the history of the city?

In this hotel called "Spinning Windmill", after Lingge booked a room, he looked at the balance in his wallet and fell into a long silence.

Traveling is indeed a consuming activity in terms of energy and money. The savings he had saved by living frugally in the past are now almost gone. If he can't find a reasonable and legal source of income, he may really have to rely on the extremely unreliable "Angel Treasure".

Not to mention, if he wants to go further in the magic world and have the power to protect himself and his family, he has to keep making new potions and learning new magic. As you can imagine, the price of those precious magic materials is not very affordable. The materials used for the first potion making came from the friendly sponsorship of a certain lady boss.

Unless the young man ran back to Rostin City every time he made a potion and asked the proprietress of the Goblin Deep Sleep Inn for materials, but that would be too shameless. Lingge did not have Alice's thick skin to resist all malice and slander.

In this world, some people are destined to worry about money, while others are destined to be carefree and ask, "What special food does Avion have?"

"No."

Lingge replied with a cold face.

In fact, the local fresh egg beef custard, cheese eel pie and primrose sauce are all quite good delicacies, but for long-term considerations, he no longer intends to accommodate this shameless maid.

I don't know if Alice saw through Ling's thoughts, she was mumbling there, probably not saying much good things. Ling was too lazy to pay attention to her, and simply stored all the luggage he brought with him in the room he had just booked, and after carefully locking the door, he left the hotel with his companions, intending to go to the ruins of the windmill village at the end of Gaunt Street, at the other end of the city, to pursue the truth of the covenant mentioned in the brass book of Kreisov.

On the way, he explained to his companions the various customs and habits of this wild little town.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the end of the street. Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, but after their eyes swept past the houses and the rotating blades of the windmills, all they saw was the gloomy sky. A few gray and hazy clouds, as heavy as lead, hung stubbornly at the junction of the sky and the roofs of the houses, dyeing them with the color of late winter, which made people feel depressed.

"I know, Linger." Metien interrupted. Perhaps influenced by her brother, she recalled the professor's words yesterday and was still impressed by the history he told her. "Professor David also said that in order to solve this problem, the Kreisov royal family and the Heavenly Cult frequently held sacrificial activities, hoping to move the God of the Holy Tianshan Mountain they believed in and bring down divine power. And in the 12th century AD, a miracle did happen - the warm and humid air currents from the Land-Bound Sea entered the inland of the Kreisov Kingdom for unknown reasons, improving the local climate conditions and natural environment, making the land fertile, right?"

"Professor David should have mentioned to you that before the 12th century AD, the land of Doluthean, where the ancient Kreisov dynasty was founded, was still a very barren land. Except for the city of Doluthean, which was washed by three large rivers, which is today's Nimsher, other areas had very scarce water resources, the climate was cold for a long time, and agricultural conditions were extremely underdeveloped. In addition, the backward production methods restricted production activities such as farming, animal husbandry, hunting, and textiles to a considerable extent. The people living here at that time lived a poor and difficult life."

Lingge casually mocked the ancients who lived seven hundred years ago, then nodded to his sister and said, "That's roughly right. Some legends also mentioned that a mountain range was what blocked the warm and humid air currents from the Inter-Land Sea from entering the land of Dolucien."

“If the Kreisov royal family and the Heavenly Order really wanted to solve this problem, they would not just pray, but would even spend huge sums of money to build palaces and churches.”

"This mountain range has always existed since the establishment of the Kreisov dynasty in the 5th century AD. In other words, the former Avignon village, as well as earlier villages, markets and campsites, were actually built at the foot of this mountain and were shrouded in its shadow."

Apart from that, there is nothing.

For example, Yongxia Palace, the royal family’s exclusive summer resort.

The young man's voice tells an old legend in a plain tone, which can be traced back to the 5th century AD. The Renaissance had just passed years ago, the powerful Kingdom of Brittany was still brewing signs of division, and the first primroses to bloom on this land had not yet had time to take root in the black soil...but the mountains had begun to stand, overlooking the birth, aging, sickness and death of people, and watching the spring, summer, autumn and winter of civilization.

"How high that mountain range is, due to the lack of historical data, it is impossible to describe or measure it. However, it was precisely because it blocked the direction of the Doluthien land to the Sea of ​​Land, and with its majestic body, it intercepted the warm and humid air currents drifting from the vast ocean, causing this land to lose its rainy season, and from then on it became barren, cold, depressed and desolate. This interception lasted for a full seven hundred years, and the people of the Doluthien land also endured poverty, disaster, famine and pain in the shadow of the mountain, struggling to survive for seven hundred years."

Linger paused and continued, "Until the 12th century AD, this mountain range suddenly disappeared." "Disappeared..." This was an ending beyond everyone's imagination. When Metien heard this, he couldn't help but speak and murmured, "Could it be that the sacrifices and prayers worked, and the God of the Holy Tianshan Mountain favored His believers?"

As a devout believer, Metien could easily attribute all the miracles in the world to some kind of great power beyond human reach. Even when he later learned that any extraordinary person or magician above Sequence 4 could call themselves a demigod, he did not change his mind. Moreover, if it was not divine power, how could he explain this incredible miracle?

"Maybe." Linger didn't comment on his sister's idea, but he didn't specifically refute it. He said, "This is also a widely known saying, but the people of Avion don't believe it. There have always been similar records in local legends, believing that a violent storm swept away the mountain range."

"storm!?"

This answer was unexpected by everyone. Alice immediately shouted: "I understand. Only the storm can..."

"you shut up."

"Oh."

Alice, who wanted to play an old joke but was forced to stop, lowered her head, looking unhappy.

Lingge did not have the time to care about whether her spiritual civilization was healthy, and continued to tell the ancient legend that was circulated in the Windy City of Avion: "Endless storms came from the sky, tearing the earth, mountains, hills and soil and rocks, holding up the magnificent mountains like the palm of a giant, but without hurting the nearby village. Then, the storm lifted the mountain and threw it into the distant ocean. When it fell into the vast sea, it instantly stirred up thousand-meter-high waves, triggering the first rainy season in seven hundred years... This is how the legend describes it. The rainy season lasted for a full seven days before it stopped. After the rain stopped and the sky cleared, everyone lost sight of the mountain, and an island appeared in the distant sea between the land and the sea. People called it Ruilansos, which means 'Flying Island'. Fishermen and merchant ships patrolling the sea can still see traces of the island's top being hit by the storm."

The young man said word by word: "That is Ruilansos, the central island of the current Lujian Sea. The straight-line distance between it and today's Leisenburg is ten thousand miles away."

A storm threw the mountain into the ocean thousands of miles away, turning it into an island in the sea. What kind of magnificent power was that? Everyone was shocked from the bottom of their hearts. Olvera was even more touched and whispered: "...The wind is the greatest life in the world. Their discontinuity essentially proves the continuous existence of matter, just like life also flows and continues in blood vessels."

The young man raised his head and stared at the spinning windmill on the roof of the house he passed by. "It is said that the many hills and slopes spreading across the Salya Plains are the traces left when the mountain range was uprooted by the storm; the bottomless Ronin Rift Valley is the hollow where the roots of the mountain range are deeply rooted in the ground, and the roar of the wind still echoes to this day. From then on, the warm and humid air currents from the Land-Sea could cross the plains without hindrance and enter this land, bringing abundant rainfall, warm climate and fertile land to the residents, making the poor and backward Kresov Dynasty gradually prosperous and strong."

"The village of Avignon, which was originally located at the foot of the mountain, perhaps because of its geographical location, or perhaps due to some unknown principle, became the place where this warm and humid air current is most active. It has become a land with a mild climate and abundant sunshine, which is suitable for the growth of plants and crops, especially primroses. In addition, there is wind."

"An invisible wind belt surrounds this area, which makes the natural winds such as field wind, mountain wind and monsoon wind continue all year round. The abundance of wind resources has prompted local residents to build windmills for grinding grains, processing primroses, sawing wood, making paper, pressing oil and even making spices, which has greatly promoted economic development and improved the lives of villagers."

"But later, the wind belt that had always surrounded this place gradually disappeared for some unknown reason, as if it no longer favored the people of this land. With the introduction of steam technology, the demise of the Kreisov dynasty, the wars in the chaotic era, and the development of Nimser, the rebuilt city of Avion also gave up the windmill industry that had been developed for half a century. After a long period of exploration and experimentation, it transformed into a tourist city with primrose planting and tourism as its main industries. But the local residents still did not forget that wind, so they set up windmills and built wind towers in their houses, shops, gardens, parks, churches and other public places, and even on the hills outside the city, to remember its significance to the people of Avion."

"The city also has a traditional windmill festival to inherit and promote this special culture. According to records, the largest windmill festival in history took place in the middle of the 17th century, when an unprecedented wind disaster struck the Saizeriya Plain, destroying many buildings and causing huge losses. But the locals were very excited because they finally saw those windmills that had gradually become silent and even decayed over the years, spinning at high speed with the roar of the storm. The invisible tracks merged into tangible air currents, which made them cheer and applaud, as if they had returned to the era hundreds of years ago when their ancestors lived in harmony with the wind."

"Strangely, although the storm destroyed many buildings, no windmill was blown down. Even the oldest and most dilapidated windmill tower in the ruins of Avignon Village was able to stand safely in the strong wind. Similarly, no one was injured by the storm, as if it came just to meet the residents here again."

"This is the legend of Avion."

“The Origin of the City of Wind and the City of Windmills.”

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(End of this chapter)