"When will the sage come back?" Palinsa asked as she looked at Loranhill who was wearing the black and silver robe again.
"Probably early next year, I still have some things to deal with." I can't say that I have to go to school, the girl thought.
During her two years at Emenas, she had read a great deal, met many students from other regions, and gained a deeper understanding of the world. It was a fruitful experience, and if she hadn't accepted Pullman's invitation, she would probably have stayed for the full five years before leaving.
But things change constantly. Clancy is still in its early stages of nationhood, with many pressing issues to address. If some regulations and policies aren't implemented correctly from the outset, subsequent corrections will waste considerable energy and resources, and will also lead to missed opportunities.
She had to put aside the people and things in school for the time being and participate in the construction of Clancy.
However, some promises still had to be kept. Before the holiday, she had promised Frosia that she would spend the end-of-year winter festival party with her, so she had to stay in school for a while in the second half of the year.
"See you next year, Palinsa."
Loran Hill waved goodbye to the Secretary-General. As for the others, she had already mentioned that this separation wouldn't be too long, so there was no need to make it too formal.
"Goodbye, Lord Loranhill."
Palinsha lifted her skirt and saluted, then a breeze blew and the silver-haired girl disappeared into the blue sky.
Endless plains and mountains undulated across the land, while rivers reflected glittering light, adorning the landscape like flowing ribbons. As the gentle summer breeze blew, Loran Hill gazed upon this magnificent landscape, a surge of pride rising in his heart.
Even after all the scars and destruction, the world will still be reborn and still be so beautiful.
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One day later, in the Tixilan Mountains, Maple Leaf Courtyard.
As the air flow dissipated, her dress slowly fell away, and Loran Hill returned to the home she had been away from for nearly a month. She took off her coat, changed into light slippers, and threw herself on the soft big bed, rolling around with her pillow.
It’s still more comfortable at home.
She lay on her back on the bed, her hands spread out, one foot out of her slipper, stepping on the bed. Looking at the wood-grained ceiling, she recalled the past month's experiences, which were truly incredible.
Before she went out, she didn't think too much. She just wanted to see what Clancia looked like now and whether Pullman had led the country in the right direction.
As a result, he was caught by this student and suddenly became a participant from a bystander.
It seems that she will be busy in the coming years, but next time she goes to Clancia, she will probably have to tour the various counties and provinces first to see the actual conditions in each place, otherwise it would be bad if she is too out of touch with reality.
So she lay in bed and took a nap, waking up in the afternoon.
After getting up, she took a short walk in her backyard, picked a few green cucumbers and put them in a basket.
Under the summer sunshine, the colors in the forest are particularly clear and bright. The tender green leaves sway in the breeze along with the branches, and the clear stream flows over the pebbles, making a subtle and pleasant sound.
Loran Hill walked on the rocks beside the stream with her hands outstretched, maintaining her balance. The summer breeze in the forest was warm and refreshing, making her hair flutter.
After passing several tall redwoods and rocks, she found a suitable spot and placed the basket in the stream. She then used a few pebbles to block the basket from being washed away. The cucumbers in the basket also soaked in the cool stream water, slowly filtering away the summer heat.
After simply blowing a large rock clean, Loran Hill sat on it, her white dress dappled by the sunlight filtering through the trees. She slipped off her sandals and dipped her toes into the water, a wave of cool water spreading up her calves and up her body.
The girl watched her feet rise and fall in the stream, splashing playfully. After playing like this for a while, she finally put them down.
She leaned on a tilted stone and looked at the leaves in the sky. The blue sky was faintly visible through the branches and leaves. A gust of wind blew, making a rustling sound.
Close your eyes and you can hear the joyful chirping of birds coming from the distant forest.
After a long time, she opened her eyes, and with a breeze, her body slowly landed on the place where she had placed the basket before.
Take out the soaked cold cucumber, break it into two pieces with a crisp sound, then take a bite, and the cool and slightly sweet feeling will fill your mouth.
In fact, when she was a child, she would peel cucumbers before eating them, because cucumbers at that time were indeed green and yellow, with a smooth surface, and were relatively thick and round, making them difficult to chew. Later, there was only one kind of cucumber on the market, which was the slender type with a small serration on the surface. The advantage of this type of cucumber was that you didn't need to peel it, you could just wash it and eat it, just like a popsicle.
After eating a few cucumbers, Loran Hill took out her fishing rod and sat on a rock to fish idly. Of course, it would be faster to just catch the fish directly, but that wouldn't be much fun.
Deep in the stream, a few fallen leaves floated across the water, white feathers kept undulating on the water, and the bait below swayed back and forth at the touch of the swimming fish. The silver-haired girl on the side looked at these palm-length river fish curiously, wondering whether to steam or braise them tonight.
The decision is yours.
The fishing line was pulled long in the air, and an orange-red carp (king?) jumped out of the water and landed on the grass beside it. Its tail kept rolling and its body bounced up and down on the ground.
Magikarp used Water Splash, which had an extraordinary effect.
Loran Hill walked over, squatted aside and put the basket beside her. Looking at the carp, she poked it with her finger, and then the carp jumped up with all her might, soaring to a height of more than 500 mm above the ground, and then fell into the basket that had been waiting for a long time.
That's great, I don't have to get my hands sticky.
Carrying the basket, Loran Hill walked towards the cottage where he lived and began to prepare dinner for today.
In the evening, she flipped through the recipes stored in the system, looked at the golden-brown fish fried in the pan, and turned it over with a spatula from time to time.
"Hmm, hmm, now we need to add some peppercorns, garlic, and chili peppers..."
The auxiliary ingredients are sprinkled into the pot, and with the sound of sizzling oil, a burst of fragrant aroma emanates from the pot.
"Then just add boiling water, simmer for a while, sprinkle on some green mystery stuff, and you're done."
Holding a wooden bowl and scooping out a bowl of white, soft rice, the girl sat next to the boiling pot with chopsticks, waiting for a while.
I took a small bite with my chopsticks, and the delicious taste of the fish, the slight numbness of the Sichuan peppercorns, and the aroma of the chili pepper filled my taste buds.
Cooking is really fun.
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