She Is Not a Witch

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The royal capital of Solander.

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

The decoration of the restaurant is a bit simple, and the wood carvings on the tables and chairs indicate that this restaurant should be some years old. The seats are also relatively tight, and the seats are almost full before the meal.

Fortunately, Lorrain Hill was not in a hurry, so he chose a time period with fewer people. At this time, there are not many guests on the second floor.

"Hello, what does this lady want to eat?" The waiter in the restaurant was a young man of about 20 years old, and he handed over a menu.

The girl looked at the dishes on the top, most of them were common ingredients, there were no rare ingredients, and the variety was far less abundant than that on Ubere.

"Is there only these in the store?" It's not picky, it's just that she wants to understand the current life in the royal capital.

"Yes." Seeing that the girl seemed to be from outside, the waiter explained.

"Nowadays, the food supply in the royal capital is provided by the quota. Even our restaurants have to go to the food department to get the corresponding receipts before buying the food, otherwise it is illegal."

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

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

"That's it, I know." Lorrain Hill nodded.

While eating lunch, the girl also took time to look at the dining situation of other guests, in general. The variety of Solander's ingredients 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 effect and the cost of living will not be too high.

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

Compared to Hopelander and Ubere, Solander is indeed the capital of the west wind for nearly a thousand years. Most of the buildings here are tall and large, and the decoration is gorgeous, and its style has a majestic and atmospheric style.

The tall buildings on both sides of the street are not lower than 4 floors, and the commerce here is also extremely developed. Lorrain Hill even saw the furniture store of the Yagertylin family, the familiar olive and shell patterns.

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

After all, it is the royal capital. If even the people living here are very poor, then other places will be even more difficult.

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

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

This is a good thing.

The girl stood aside and watched quietly. She wore a light brown robe and was inconspicuous among a group of people.

"Let's give in, the star leader is here." Such a call came from the other side of the street, followed by a quiet discussion from the crowd.

"Unexpectedly, Lord Pullman will tour the streets again today." An aboriginal said.

"Pulman, isn't that the king now?" This is a traveler.

"You don't understand. At present, there is no king in Crancia, only the leader and consul elected by the conference."

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

"Hmph, it's really shallow, this is not a title and position inherited by private individuals, but a leader representing the will of many people." The Crancia on the side explained a little angrily.

"Yes, I understand. Can you put your fist down." The traveler looked at the local and said with some worry. Seeing the unkind gaze of the people around, he realized that his remarks aroused the anger of the public. .

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

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

"Master Pullman was born in the early years, and he had to be guided by the sage to achieve what he is today. For this reason, he will often personally experience the people and understand the truth. If you have any grievances or urgent things, you can get a voice from him, and so on. Now, very few officials in the royal capital dare to corrupt and commit evil."

"So that's the case, really is a rare Mingjun." The traveler wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly praised.

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Pullman nowadays is no longer the young boy he used to be, and he appears to be much more mature and stable. He was riding a black horse, protected by a group of knights in black armor on both sides, and followed by several differently dressed entourages behind him.

He was wearing a dark red cloak behind his back, wearing a special steel-colored armor, and a long sword stuck in his waist. He nodded slightly to the surrounding citizens, and then looked at the scenery beside the street.

Although he couldn't go to the people everywhere to investigate the facts as he did in the past, after handling the political affairs, he would take a short period of time to walk around the streets every few days.

This is not about showing off ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but not wanting to separate himself too much from the masses, but he deeply understands how those rulers who do not listen to the dust are slowly out of touch with society.

At around 4 pm, the sun was no longer violent and turned into a slightly soft golden color. Falling on his metal armor, bursts of light were reflected, and the scars on the face of the ruler of Crancia, with starbrows and sword eyes, added a trace of vicissitudes and stability to him.

While the people around him bowed to salute and salute him, the calm leader gradually stopped the steed under him and stopped walking, but stared blankly at the figure in white on the side of the street.

The slender figure was standing on the stone brick steps. The hood and jacket on his head had been taken off at some unknown time. Yinxue's hair glowed with a pale golden halo in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Even though so many years have passed, the appearance and posture of this girl are still the same as they were before, and time seems to have ignored her without leaving any traces.

With a simple white dress, snow-white skin, and clear and transparent eyes like the sky, the girl who made Pullman remembered deeply, and even dreamed about it, appeared in front of him again.

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

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