Chapter 1340 Travel Diaries
“This small city called Utopia is intrinsically no different from the ones I had been to in the past. Be it the folk culture, the people, or architectural style, it follows very closely to the standard Loen styles.
“I’ve heard that the Southern Continent has many peculiar and unusual traditions. I hope that I can experience it myself one day. Of course, that’s after East and West Balam’s peace is restored.
“Speaking of which, the most special thing about this place is that the weather is always changing and there’s always a storm. As a result, most people have umbrellas and raincoats that are sared with Donningsman Tree Sap. The hotel attendant told that for a person of a certain inco level, which also has a need to work outdoors, they would have to save quite a sum of money to purchase a raincoat. Otherwise, the sickness would only take more away.
“There are no teorologists here. I have no idea why there are so many changes in the weather here. I can only guess that it has sothing to do with it lining the sea and being close to places with hurricanes. Yes, there’s a deep water harbor a few kiloters away from Utopia. However, they’re lacking in manpower, and it isn’t very well-managed. It can only maintain its operations on a small scale.
“They don’t have local newspapers either. After all, it’s just a small city with a few thousand people. The paperboys mainly sell the Tussock Tis, Desi Mirror, and Seawind News...
“The second reason I like this place is because many people in Utopia are optimistic and are very enthusiastic about life.
“When I wrote this down, a band happened to pass by outside the hotel.
“It’s not a professional band, but a group ford purely from amateur enthusiasts. Among them, there are civil servants, law enforcent officers, solicitors, professional policen, school teachers, candy factory workers, shop owners... Among them, those with the money are responsible for the larger musical instrunts, such as cello, violins, and other difficult musical instrunts. The lower- and middle-class citizens use relatively simple instrunts like seven-string guitars and harmonicas.
“On so rest days, they will walk the streets and set off from the municipal square. They will circle the city before returning to the Saint Arianna Cathedral near the square. They call this a ‘musical tour.’”
“In the tour, not only do they not reject other citizens from joining, but they even encourage them to sing or dance along with the procession. According to my observations, the participants are very happy and very satisfied as they freely express their love for life. This gives a feeling of being full of vigor.
“I have to admit that it’s very infectious. I’ve tried to join the tour, and I’ve forgotten my troubles in the revelry of music, dancing, and singing. I only rember happiness...
“They aren’t on a tour today. Instead, they’re showering their blessings to a newly-wed couple at the cathedral.
“Speaking of weddings, what I don’t understand the most is that it only has the Evernight Goddess’s cathedral. One ought to know that in most of the kingdom, even in a small town, there would be at least two cathedrals, one belonging to the Evernight Goddess and the other, the Lord of Storms.
“Before today, I couldn’t imagine that an ordinary town in the kingdom would only believe in one deity.
“However, this doesn’t cause too much trouble for . Before I turned eighteen, I could only believe in the Lord of Storms under the influence of my family. However, after I graduated from grammar school, I ca to truly understand that the Goddess is the most compassionate and benevolent deity.
“Back to the wedding, I participated in a wedding a couple of days ago. I discovered that Utopia has so special customs in this area.
“Out of all of them, what I admire the most is that when the priest pronounces them man and wife, the groom and bride will bow to each other. No one is superior in this relationship as they only sincerely express their gratitude to be able to spend the rest of their lives together.
“This might be an expression of equality between man and woman in the Goddess’s teachings...
“In addition, there will be so special ga segnts after the wedding. For example, let the groom and the bride publicly describe their love story.
“This may be a rather embarrassing matter for them, but to the guests, it’s rather interesting. Yes, I think so too, but I definitely won’t add similar segnts to my wedding.
“At the wedding, I heard the best love story I’ve heard so far. If there’s a chance, and if you my dear readers of this particular column enjoy it, I’ll consider retelling it. Of course, I’ll change the nas and so details to prevent the couple from feeling troubled...
“The most important reason why I like Utopia is its food. The food here is very delicious. The limited number of restaurants are all very good, and the best is undoubtedly the attached restaurant to the Irises Hotel I’m staying at.
“Be it the most basic beef steak, fried pig chop, charcoal barbecued at, spiced fried fish, or even more complicated, more difficult stewed mutton with peas, thick cream soup, butter potatoes, and roasted potato skin, all of them have reached the level of a master chef in the city. In addition, the chefs here are quite skilled in creating unique dishes and food. There are sweet-and-sour at cubes, and grilled fish sared with various condints...
“In the staples that don’t seem to allow for experintation, the chefs of Utopia haven’t given up. I’ve eaten all kinds of toasts in this city: yam, potatoes, butter, cread, and ones with fruits... As long as I was willing to, I could make it so that I don’t eat the sa thing twice during the week.
“The best food of praise here is their desserts.
“Cream pudding, fruit pudding, black forest cakes, carrot cakes, milk cakes, muffins, egg tarts...
“I feel hungry writing this. This is the reason why I still don’t wish to leave after staying here for a week. What I’m most worried about now is not my wallet but my weight. I’m glad that the hotel doesn’t have a weight scale, and at the sa ti, I bla them for not including one.
“The red wine in Utopia is also rather outstanding. The only problem is that they lack the age to settle down. It seems like the vineyards around the city haven’t realized this.
“Here, I need to seriously recomnd a drink. Utopia’s Fizzling Ice Tea. It’s very special, and it has an even more amazing experience besides the sweetness and bubbles...
“Every night, I would go for a stroll in the municipal square. That’s also the place where most Utopians like to go for entertainnt. They have an extraordinary love for the pigeons.
“I t an artist at the municipal square. His na is Anderson. He’s handso, and his artistic skills are superb. Unfortunately, he’s a mute...
“I also know another writer. His na is Alzu. It’s a rather strange na. He said that he’s writing a long novel and asked to appraise the beginning.
“I won’t comnt on his novel, but I was just curious about a few familiar nas at the beginning of the novel.
“It included Anderson, Wendy, oh yes, this is the boss of my favorite bakery...
“I raised this question, and Alzu told very seriously that when a writer can’t think of nas for characters, it’s very reasonable for them to use soone they know as reference.
“I agree.
“...
“Since this column is too narrow to contain my thoughts, I’ll end it here.
Love,
Charlotte”
Monica put down her fountain pen and seriously read the manuscript twice. She changed certain words and any grammatical errors.
She was a writer. She wasn’t famous at first, so she could only rely on writing third-rate romance novels to maintain her life. After she changed her faith to the Evernight Goddess, her father had almost cut off all ties with her.
However, ever since Miss Fors Wall, who had written “Stormwind Mountain Villa,” established a travel column, and had received quite a warm response after the war, Monica had also started to write about her travels in so Backlund newspapers. This perfectly matched her hobby, and her hobby gave her a unique vitality to help her beco a famous travel columnist.
Charlotte was her pen na.
After her writing dried completely, Monica specially wrote another copy and stuffed it into an envelope before affixing it with a stamp.
After confirming that the address was correct, the black-haired lady with a Desi Bay style carried her handbag and left the hotel, heading to the Utopia post office.
The post office was next to the telegraph office. Whenever Monica passed by the latter, she would always find it a waste.
From her point of view, Utopia rarely needed to send telegrams. It was too extravagant to specially build a telegraph office.
After sending the letter, Monica looked at the sky and walked towards the municipal square.
When she arrived at the entrance of Saint Arianna’s Cathedral, she t Biles.
He was a police officer. He had once questioned Monica at the Irises Hotel due to the homicide witness.
Unfortunately, Monica didn’t know that man nad Wendel.
After greeting each other with a nod, Monica entered the cathedral and found a seat. She listened quietly to the sermon of the priest nad Townsend.
This was a priest she found to be most clergyman-like ever since she changed her faith to the Evernight Goddess. His hair was half-white, and he spoke slowly and llowly. His voice was deep and low, always calming down people without them realizing it.
Monica closed her eyes and listened attentively to the sermon.
...
East Chester County, in a forest belonging to the Hall family.
Alfred, Hibbert, and Audrey led their respective foxhounds with their servants around the forest and chased after their prey.
This was the first ti the three of them had hunted together since they beca adults.
In front of their sister, Alfred and Hibbert had a great ti—at least on the surface.
And to Alfred, the biggest problem was how to control himself and not show that he was too extraordinary. Otherwise, if a Disciplinary Paladin were to join the hunt, no one else would have the chance.
He knew that his sister was a Beyonder, but he also knew that a Sequence 7 Beyonder of the Spectator pathway didn’t have any actual combat ability.
As they chased their prey, they rushed out of the forest and saw a wheat field.
“Where are we?” Audrey, dressed in hunting gear, asked casually.
This was her first ti hunting in this forest, and she didn’t know where it led to.
Hibbert wasn’t too familiar with the area as well. He turned his head and said to his attendant, “Ask soone.”
As they waited, the three siblings laughed as they discussed their trophies. As for the golden retriever, Susie, she glanced at the foxhounds that wanted to get close to her and made them distance themselves.
After a while, Hibbert’s attendant returned and reported, “Sir, there’s a village called Hartlarkh nearby...”
Hartlarkh... That village with the dragon-worship customs? I ca here from sowhere else? Audrey was taken aback when she heard that.
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