Chapter 2 Encounter in the Sunset

The capital of Solander.

Lorraine Hill dined on the second floor of a restaurant, downstairs is the bustling street.

The decor of the restaurant is a bit quaint, and the wood carvings on the tables and chairs indicate that the restaurant must be a few years old. Each seat is also relatively tight, and it is basically full before dinner time.

Fortunately, Roland Hill was not in a hurry, so he chose a time period with fewer people. There were not many guests on the second floor at this time.

"Hello, what does this lady want to eat?" The waiter at the restaurant, a young man in his 20s, handed him a menu.

The girl looked at the dishes above. Most of them were common ingredients, and there were no rare ingredients.

"Is this the only thing in the store?" She wasn't being picky, but she wanted to know about the living conditions in the capital today.

"Yes." Seeing that the girl seemed to be from out of town, the waiter explained.

"Nowadays, the supply of ingredients in the capital is all indexed. Even our restaurants have to go to the food department to get the corresponding bill before buying ingredients, otherwise it is illegal."

"Is it because of lack of food, even the capital has reached this point?"

"There is barely enough food, but the state ordered that some of it needs to be stored in case it is not needed, so I was a little nervous. In order to prevent waste and balance the supply, this method was adopted."

"I see, I see." Roland Hill nodded.

While eating lunch, the girl also took time to look at the meals of the other guests. The variety of ingredients in Solander is not rich, but the most basic vegetables and a small amount of meat are still available, and the price is not too high. For the rich, it may be a little uncomfortable, but for most ordinary people, it has little impact and the cost of living is not too high.

After eating, she continued to walk on the street, looking at the shops and pedestrians on the side.

Compared with Hopelander and Jubelei, Solander is worthy of being the capital of the west wind for nearly a thousand years. Most of the buildings here are tall and richly decorated, and its style has a majestic and atmospheric style.

There are no tall buildings on both sides of the street lower than 4 floors, and the business here is also extremely developed. Roland Hill even saw the furniture store of the Yagtilin family, with the familiar olive and shell patterns.

The types of shops are also extremely rich, such as jewelry, furniture, clothing, alcohol, weapons, ceramics, etc., among which there are even special doll shops, bookstores, shoe shops, etc., which also shows the wealth of the local people from the side.

After all, it was the capital, and if even the people living here were poor, it would be even more difficult elsewhere.

After the girl strolled around, she stopped in front of a bulletin board, where major events announced by Crancia recently were posted, as well as various new regulations or laws. Two guards stood by to prevent malicious tampering.

Only then did the girl understand why even the waiter in the restaurant knew the origin and reason of these regulations. Because whenever a new rule comes out, it's posted here with a brief explanation of why it came about. In this way, the majority of residents can also understand the reasons for these restrictions and regulations, reducing some unnecessary misunderstandings and resistance.

That's a good thing.

The girl stood by and watched quietly, wearing a light brown robe, she was inconspicuous among the group of people.

"Let's give up, the star leader is here." There was such a voice from the other side of the street, followed by the crowd's whispered discussions.

"I didn't expect Lord Pullman to patrol the streets again today," an aboriginal said.

"Pullman, isn't that the current king?" This was a traveler.

"You don't understand. At present, there is no king in Crancia, only the consuls of the star leaders selected by the conference."

"Isn't it just a change of name?" The passenger was a little disdainful.

"Hmph, it's superficial, this is not a title and position inherited privately, but a leader who represents the will of many people." The Clansian on the side explained angrily.

"Yes, I understand, can you put your fists down?" The traveler looked at the local and said worriedly. When he saw the unkind eyes of the people around him, he realized that his remarks just now provoked public anger. .

"Then why does this lord not work in the palace, but in the street?" The traveler began to change the subject.

"This is where Lord Pullman is close to the people." Another local explained slightly proudly, as if he was extremely proud to have such a leader.

"Lord Pullman was born at a very young age, and he was able to achieve his current achievements only with the guidance of sages. That is why he would often experience the people and understand the truth. If everyone has any grievances and urgent matters, he can also get a voice from him. Come on, very few officials in the capital dare to be corrupt and do evil."

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"So that's the case, you're a rare wise man." The traveler wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly praised.

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Today's Pullman is no longer the young boy he used to be, and he looks much more mature and stable. He rode a black steed, flanked by a group of knights in black armor, followed by several entourages in different clothes.

And he himself was wearing a dark red cloak behind his back, wearing a special steel-colored armor, with a long sword inserted in his waist, nodded slightly to the surrounding citizens, and then looked at the scenery by the street.

Although he can't go to various places to investigate the facts at will, as in the past, after dealing with political affairs, every few days, he will take out

Come to the streets for a short while.

This is not to show off, but to not want to be too disconnected from the masses, but he deeply understands how those rulers who do not hear the dust are slowly disconnected from the society.

Around 4 pm, the sun was no longer violent and turned into a slightly softer golden color. Falling on his metal armor, refracting bursts of light, the ruler of Crancia, the star-brow sword-eye, the scars on his face added a touch of vicissitudes and stability to him.

When the people around him bowed and saluted him, the calm leader gradually stopped the horse under him, stopped moving forward, and stared blankly at the figure in white on the side of the street.

The slender figure stood on the stone-brick steps beside him, the hood and coat on his head had been taken off at some point, and Yinxue's hair radiated a pale golden halo under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Although so many years have passed, the girl's appearance and posture are still the same as before, and they have not changed. Time seems to have ignored her, leaving no traces.

A simple white dress, snow-white skin, and clear and transparent pupils like the sky, this girl whom Pullman remembered deeply and even dreamed of, appeared in front of him again.

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