??Chapter 518: 517. Welco to the Ecological Park_1
Chapter 518: 517. Welco to the Ecological Park_1
Europe, a certain city.
Wellington was a common office worker, who smoked, drank, and often set up enemies that kept him awake at night, but he was indeed just a common office worker.
After work, he went to a bar with his colleagues for so leisure ti. After a few drinks, he walked ho.
The spring fog enshrouded the Thas River, which had once been called the Misty City. However, those days belonged to the industrial age of the empire on which the sun never set; in modern tis, aside from the continuous and damp rain, the city had lost its forr splendor.
Wellington walked on the empty and gloomy streets, his ambitions dulled by the monotony of day-to-day work, to the point where he needed a boost from alcohol just to curse at his superiors a bit.
He was slightly tipsy, looking at the closed shops on the streetside, feeling a sense of desolation.
At that mont, Wellington suddenly noticed a half-open door between a jewelry store and a clothing store on the street.
Light leaked from the door, soft and gentle, like the ho Wellington hadn’t returned to in a long ti.
As if possessed, he approached the doorway and saw the sign hanging above read “Ecological Sanctuary.”
Wellington was not quite sure what that term ant, but he pushed the door and entered.
Light filled his entire field of vision, and Wellington was taken aback before he heard the sound of birds.
These were not the sa dark, hoarse caws of the annoying crows that could be heard at any ti here; these were the lodious and lingering songs of nightingales, orioles, and other birds, which were a delight to the soul.
Wellington caught a strange scent.
It wasn’t until he saw the scenery inside that he rembered it was the fragrance of flowers.
Accustod to the slls of synthetic perfus, Wellington had almost forgotten what real flowers slled like.
He saw this place alive with birdcalls and fragrant with blooms, the plants lush and verdant, like a peaceful clearing in a forest.
There was also a young girl in a white dress on the clearing.
Wellington noticed that the girl was playing with a cat on a bench.
The cat lay on its back on the bench, belly up, seemingly enjoying itself imnsely.
This ecological sanctuary was full of greenery, a unique sight in the dreary city.
Wellington looked up at the ceiling, the glass-like do reflecting the moonlight, paired with the indoor lighting, gave a warm and comforting feeling.
“Welco to the Ecological Sanctuary. Here we showcase the most natural scenery. I am your guide, Lin,” the girl said.
Her tone was so rejuvenating that even Wellington sobered up a bit upon hearing her words.
He sat on the lawn, listening to the girl explain the interesting stories of various plants and animals, feeling his everyday worries drifting away.
It must be said that listening to an attractive person speak, no matter the topic, is always interesting.
Talking to soone unattractive, even if they’re humorous and witty, significantly reduces one’s patience.
Moreover, this girl indeed spoke very well.
Wellington, who had studied at a community college, wasn’t very knowledgeable about biology or nature, but as he listened to Lin’s explanations, he felt as if he had begun to understand so of the things that had previously confused him.
Ti flew by, and Wellington felt as if several hours had passed, almost dawn.
Thinking about work the next day, he hurriedly left the ecological sanctuary. Yet when he reached the damp street and took out his phone to check the ti, Wellington discovered that only a few minutes had passed since he first entered the Ecological Sanctuary.
He turned back, trying to find that soul-soothing house but saw nothing between the jewelry store and the clothing store; the two shops were right next to each other.
Wellington even went in between and counted the bricks on the wall, knocking on it with his phone, trying to recreate the magic of Diagon Alley.
Unfortunately, the wall remained unchanged.
He also reached out his hand to make sure it wasn’t Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
“Did I drink too much and have an illusion?”
Wellington felt that everything that had just happened was so real, but now it seed so ethereal.
He searched all around, thinking he had rembered the address wrong, but there was no ecological park or botanical garden on the entire street, not even a wax museum.
Wellington stood on the street in the middle of the night, the fog dispersed by the cold wind, revealing the bright moonlight.
Looking at the moonlight, he suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine.
In the legends here, there exist fairies that would take away children, and after so ti, return them unhard, yet the children would have no recollection of what had transpired, their mories frozen at the mont they disappeared.
Had he just encountered a fairy?
Wellington carefully recalled the girl he had seen earlier. If that was a fairy, Wellington wouldn’t mind being taken away.
“Hehe, my fairy, hehe.”
He let out a giggle like a creep and strolled leisurely back to his ho.
A few days later, during lunchti, Wellington heard people discussing sothing next door.
“Really, it’s true, I saw a house with won and animals inside, you have to believe !”
Two people from the departnt next door were having coffee and chatting.
“Who are you trying to fool? We pass by that place every day after work, and there’s no house, just a curry shop that tastes awful and a bakery selling baguettes hard enough to kill, if you’re talking about that female owner of the outdoor cafe, I can only wonder how long you’ve been seeing things.”
The other retorted sarcastically.
“Why would I lie to you, I was going ho after work the other day when I saw it, and I even talked to the girl for quite a while.”
The first person insisted.
Seeing that neither could convince the other, Wellington joined in.
“I say, the girl you saw, was she called Lin?”
The man’s eyes suddenly widened at Wellington’s words.
“You, you’ve seen her too?”
He grabbed Wellington’s hand, looking as if he’d found soone who understood.
“I just knew it, what I saw was real?”
“Did you see her on XXX Street?”
Wellington imdiately asked.
“No, not there, I saw it right next to our company…”
The man frowned slightly at this and then pointed out the street through the window.
On the side, a third person listening to their inexplicable conversation felt sure that their brains were malfunctioning.
He left them and went downstairs, planning to buy a coffee from the shop across the street.
After buying the coffee and taking a sip, just as he was about to go back, he suddenly noticed that between the coffee shop where he bought his coffee and the neighboring clothes shop, a door had appeared out of nowhere.
The words written on the door were “Ecological Garden.”
Having been at the company for many years, he was certain that there was no such ecological garden here.
Driven by curiosity, he approached the door and heard the sound of flowing water and bird calls coming from inside.
He pushed the door open and saw a girl in a white dress standing on the grass.
“Welco to the Ecological Garden, here we display the most natural scenery, I am your guide, Lin.”
His heart skipped a beat, thudding loudly.
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