A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
After leaving Qingquan Palace of the Temple Academy, it was almost noon. After thinking for a while, Loran Hill decided to go back to his residence to have lunch and then sort out the potions he had prepared for the holiday.
After returning to my residence, I closed the black iron gate and entered my small courtyard. The cottage was built of white stone bricks, the exterior a bit mottled and covered with a little green moss and vines. Next to the curved wooden door was a stone window sill with a row of small potted plants on it. However, there were no flowers in the pots at the moment, only a few small shrubs covered with snow. Occasionally, a breeze blew, and the branches and leaves trembled, and some snow flakes fell and melted.
Opening the wooden door, he walked into a hall. Loran Hill first lit the firewood in the fireplace, then took out a few sweet potatoes he had recently bought from the backyard and buried them in the ashes under the fire. Then he sat on the wooden chair beside the fireplace and placed the [Golden Moon Potion] and [Ice Cup Potion] he had made during the holidays on the table, thinking about how to use them.
I have already taken one [Golden Moon Potion] and have not yet fully digested its properties. The other nine and the [Ice Cup Potion] are not useful for the time being, but they can be used to train others. Although I don't know the purpose of the system for the time being, I will do it for now.
Speaking of which, the progress of my own mission has unknowingly reached 27. In addition to Pullman, the other one is Iseglin. This deceased ice elf princess has greater potential than I imagined. After I taught her the practice method of the Undead Sequence during the Mercury Dynasty when I left, she quickly advanced to the next level. I really don’t know what level she was when she was alive.
Now the only ones who can be trained in a short time are Bumantha and Ye Ling, but there are still 3 missing. How to solve the problem? Although Lettice and Alena are good, they seem to have their own pursuits, and it is not easy for me to force them.
Among the remaining acquaintances, only Weimiya has great potential, but unfortunately this girl has rarely interacted with others and has always remained alone.
Who else?
Loran Hill leaned his head against his arms, looking at the bright yellow flames in the fireplace, thinking of the people he could win over.
Lan Lier, Ling Xin? It's too arrogant for the younger generation to teach the elders.
Xing Liu? Although she's a senior, she seems very obedient. It's a pity that she's about to graduate.
Wait, it seems I actually have a good friend.
Frosia.
Unlike other people of the same age who met by chance, Frosia was a rare friend who shared similar interests with Loranhill. Born into the Landsworth family, this legitimate daughter shared Loranhill's academics, values, and outlook on life, so the two quickly became friends last semester.
Tell her she had developed a new drink that tasted amazing, and then trick her good friend into drinking it? Luo Lanxier shook her head. This was too evil, but her intuition vaguely told her that her friend would probably drink it without a doubt.
It's better to tell her directly. Loran Hill hates lying. It's not that she has to be a good person, but telling unnecessary lies is really not a smart thing. She has to keep trying to make up for it and occasionally worry about being exposed. It's really troublesome and sometimes it makes her feel guilty.
Just like that, while the girl was thinking, a fragrance gradually came from the fire.
Sweet potatoes are ready~
Loran Hill raised her head, walked to the fire, squatted down carefully to avoid getting her white dress dirty, then used a wooden stick to push away the ash, gently poked two sweet potatoes with charred exteriors, and after feeling that the insides were relatively soft, she took out a small sweet potato, and turned the remaining large one over to roast the other half that was not cooked through.
Tear off the pointed part that has turned into charcoal, lift up the thin layer of skin underneath, and reveal the yellow and soft part, which is a bit crystal clear and emits bursts of heat and fragrance.
While slowly chewing on the sweet potatoes, Loran Hill also had some ideas and plans for the last two months of the year.
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That evening, the Winter Festival Gala opened.
At the edge of the gray sky, the white sun was approaching the horizon. There was no warmth in the air. Even the sunset only turned a small circle of sunset glow around it into orange, and the rest of the place was cold.
The students of Emenas are now gathered in the Pier Academy, standing on the giant walls of the war fortress and overlooking the mighty river and the majestic bridge below the city wall.
This year's Winter Festival Gala will be held here. However, the students present still don't know where the stage will be, so they just wait here after receiving the notice.
Some students began to talk.
"It's so cold! I hope the organizers won't let us wait in the cold wind all night." A freshman complained somewhat dissatisfiedly.
"That shouldn't happen. Senior Luvichi's strength is obvious to all. She has been highly praised by Teacher Filia and is said to have a high chance of becoming the next generation of the Blue Songstress." Another senior student retorted.
"It's hard to say. Singing ability and organizational skills are two different things..."
As the students chatted, the setting sun gradually sank into the water's boundary with the sky. A dozen students in green uniforms and cloaks appeared on either side of the bridge. They plucked the strings, and a stream of music like a clear spring drifted through the air.
Then thick vines began to grow on both sides of the bridge. Then these vines began to spread toward the center of the bridge, and then converged in the middle, and then continued to grow, becoming thicker and thicker.
"Wow, amazing! Are these the senior students from the Walled City Academy?" Alena exclaimed as she stood on the city wall, then pulled the other two roommates over to look.
Then, as these vines continued to grow and fix on the bridge, their color gradually changed from light green to dark green, dark green to brown, and finally into solid wood.
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