The light-colored boots made a slight sound as they stepped on the snow. The girl could clearly feel the fluffy snow being compacted onto the ground, and then the cool feeling spread across her body, like stepping on shaved ice.
The snow piles between the mountain forests were quite thick, almost half a meter high, but fortunately they did not reach Loran Hill's knees, otherwise it would have been difficult for her to walk in the snow.
A gentle breeze blew through the mountains, and the snow had already subsided, with only a few scattered drops still drifting. Occasionally, a few drops of snow blew against her cheeks, feeling like cool sand brushing against her skin. The girl pulled her hat, tilting it slightly to block the wind and snow on that side.
The shape of the hat is just like the witch in the fairy tale, with a large brim and pointed and slightly bent corners. However, in order to match the white winter skirt, the hat is also white, with only an ice blue ribbon on the hat body as decoration to make it look less monotonous.
The hat was made by Loran Hill himself, using pure white star-patterned cloth that he had woven himself. Since he had some free time recently, he wanted to make something by himself.
In fact, she had failed twice before because of lack of experience and the shape and size were not good. It was not until she wore the third one now that she was satisfied. She didn't think too much about it when she first made it, but after wearing it, she found that it was surprisingly good.
The large brim of the hat can block the falling snowflakes and prevent them from falling on the cheeks and neck. With the coverage of the hat, the head feels very warm, and it is no longer like before, with the body hot and the head cold, which is quite uncomfortable.
After the hat was made, Loran Hill looked at herself in the mirror, turned around, and felt that something was missing. Then she ran to the amber maple tree, broke off a branch, cut it and made it into a walking stick. She held it in her hand and gently turned it a few times. With this outfit, she looked like the white witch in the fairy tale.
She also tried to fly by sitting sideways on the wooden stick at first, but then she found it a bit weird because she could pull out the wooden stick at any time and put it aside. Her flight was driven by the atmosphere instead of the wooden stick, but this would be like flying on an air chair, which looked very strange, so she simply stopped sitting on the wooden stick.
This time I also want to re-experience the feeling of hiking in the mountains.
People are actually quite interesting creatures. If you do something you enjoy for a long time, you'll develop a curiosity and want to try something new. Luo Lanxier had always been flying through the forest, but the last time she'd been flying through the forest on her own was a long time ago, when she had just woken up.
In fact, she also thought about this question later, why was she lying there, and what was her origin.
Is this a time travel? But my past life was not like this.
Was it a possession? After becoming a transcendent, she ruled out this possibility because her soul and body were extremely compatible, even far beyond that of ordinary people.
To put it in another way, the body and soul are like screws and nuts. If they are not their original bodies, there will be a strong rejection reaction, which will be harmful to both parties.
For ordinary people, it can be said that the body and soul are born at the same time, with perhaps a slight difference.
But in her words, it felt more like the soul existed first, and then the body was born based on the soul as a template, so the degree of fit reached over 100%, almost seamlessly integrated.
But who would do such a thing, and who could accomplish it? This world has no extant, proven gods. The Mercury Dynasty existed for nearly a thousand years, and only a few vague legends were passed down from the elves. It was said that before the age of giants and dragons, this world had gods who created many creatures.
However, this was merely a legend. Aside from a few written and oral traditions, there were no artifacts or relics to prove that such a powerful being ever existed. Even witches with long lifespans mostly only reached Sequence 9, never breaking this limit.
If I was created, then there must be a purpose or a mission. The girl walked in the snow, thinking slowly in her heart.
The only clue she had was the system within her consciousness. She had once believed it to be omnipotent, but she gradually discovered that it wasn't. This system couldn't change the world, nor could it create physical objects; it was more like an observation and guidance function.
It will provide some guidance and assistance to you, but will not interfere with your thoughts and opinions. It seems to want you to have more contact with and think about the world, and then wait quietly for you to make a choice.
Perhaps one day, it will tell its ultimate mission.
First, we passed through the towering redwood forest. The redwoods in these forests were one or two hundred meters high, and the dense shade of the trees blocked most of the sky. Therefore, there were very few shrubs under the shade of the forest, making it more convenient to walk.
After climbing over a few hills and turning a few bends, Loran Hill finally set foot on the path opened up in the mountains, and this place was not far from the city of the Rabbit Ear Tribe.
The world is decorated with white snow, and there are few carriages on the wide roads. Although the traffic in several cities within the Rabbit Ear Tribe is still smooth, the roads communicating with the outside world are not so good because they are newly opened and very difficult to travel. When the mountains are closed due to heavy snow, there are not many tourists and businessmen left in the Tisilan Mountains, and most of them return to their hometowns to rest.
The natural characteristics of winter always make people tend to reduce activities, rest at home and reduce consumption.
By the time Loran Hill stepped into the gate of the Snake-Slaying City, it was almost noon. White smoke was billowing from the chimneys of the small bluestone brick houses in the city, and occasionally one could smell the fragrance of rice coming from the homes next door.
Boom boom boom.
The girl did not go to the City Lord's Mansion, but went directly to the school gate and knocked on the door.
An aunt opened the door and was a little confused at first. But when she saw Loran Hill lift the brim of his hat and reveal his face, she was shocked. When she was about to bow her head, she was interrupted by the girl.
"Aunt Monica, no thanks. I'm just here to take a quick look today."
"Yes, Your Highness. Please go into the room and sit for a while. I will go find Mira." Facing Loran Hill, the aunt was still a little nervous. She was afraid that she would make a mistake or be disliked by the adults. After settling the girl, she prepared to go to the classroom immediately and call Mira over.
"No need, I'll just go over there."
Loran Hill took off his hat, shook off the snow on it, straightened his clothes a little, and then whispered a dissuasion.
Walking through the courtyard corridor toward the classrooms, the grass outside the fence was covered in last night's snow, some of which had begun to melt in the sun, revealing the green grass beneath. As Loran Hill walked on the stone bricks, he could occasionally hear the sounds of studying and reading from the classrooms.
I miss it so much, the girl thought to herself, and was about to knock on the door when a neat voice came from behind it.
"Dignity is not a gift; it must be earned. Only through action can we wash away the shame of the past. That's how we become stronger."
The words sounded very familiar. Loran Hill seemed to remember something. He put down his hand that was about to knock on the door, and a slightly shy look appeared on his cheek.
What a shameful and embarrassing thing to say, and it was read out loud by everyone.
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