After a long absence, she returned to her home. She didn't have to think about anything and worry about nothing. Loran Hill lay on the familiar little bed. The white quilt was very soft and warm. It was made of starlight cloth and cotton she had woven and grown herself. The white quilt cover also had a white star pattern, which was a little cute, but not too fancy.
After a few days of rest at home, she usually didn't get up until noon. After eating, she would take a walk in the courtyard, sometimes walking barefoot on the bluestone and grass, feeling the rough and cold stone and the warmth in the sun, and the feeling of the grass tips gently brushing against the soles of her feet.
In the afternoon, I would wear a light yellow straw hat and sit under a tree trunk beside the stream. Sometimes I would fish, and sometimes I would do nothing but lie on the rocks by the stream and take a nap, letting the straw hat cover my face, blocking the sunlight through the shade of the trees, and letting the breeze blow on my body.
At night, I'm quite energetic. I'll sit on a small stool in the courtyard, light a fire in a small pit, and grill the fish I caught that day, sprinkling it with salt and scallions. The delicate, white, and tender fish is incredibly smooth. After finishing the fish, I'll turn over the roasted sweet potatoes under the fire, peel off the scalding skin to reveal the steaming, cooked inside, and then eat them in small bites after a breeze cools them down.
If it is a rainy day, I will sit quietly in front of the window, looking at the outside world, shrouded in the misty autumn rain, listening to the tiny raindrops hitting the forest and mountains, and then feel the misty wind blowing on my face, breathing the fresh and cool air.
The days passed slowly, and Loran Hill had a good time relaxing during this period.
While her roommates and classmates weren't difficult to get along with at school, she did have her concerns when there were a lot of people around, which wasn't as free as being alone. Back home, she could wake up at noon, stroll through the mountains in the afternoon, get something to eat in the evening, and then write and draw in her room late at night.
Another afternoon, Loran Hill sat on the clean rocks by the stream, rolled up her skirt, and put her bare feet into the clear water, feeling the coolness of the stream and the gentle touch of the water brushing against her feet.
In a small pit beside the stream, a few pieces of red charcoal were burning quietly. As the breeze blew, the edges of the charcoal slowly turned into grayish-white "fluff", and then peeled off, revealing the bright red part.
A simple triangular iron stand rests on a charcoal fire, atop which rests a small iron pot. Steam billows from the pot, creating a gentle sizzling sound as delicious food cooks inside: chopped mushrooms, radishes, greens, tomatoes, and sliced meat, all cooked with salt, chives, and a small amount of oil. The food's original flavors shine through, and the small pot emanates a fragrant aroma.
When the food is almost cooked, gently reach out a pair of bamboo chopsticks, reach deep into the small hot pot, pick up a piece of mushroom, blow on it with small breaths, wait for it to cool down, then put it between your light-colored lips and slowly savor the juice and flavor.
Delicious~
Loran Hill cheered a little in her heart, then continued to pick up a piece and put it in her mouth, then lay comfortably on the stone next to her, completely ignoring her usual ladylike appearance.
The sunlight shines through layers of red maple leaves and sparsely sprinkles on the grass in the woods, casting a mottled appearance. The girl enjoys her free time.
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Just like that, more than half a month later, the girl finally felt guilty and remembered that she had to do something serious.
In Clancy's case, this year's main focus is restoring production and developing new roads. These two tasks alone will require considerable effort and time, and it's estimated it will take one to two years for the country to achieve initial stability. This is a gradual process, and there's no rush, nor can she intervene too much.
On the Carites side, the production of the steam turbine is still being perfected. The selection of materials and the construction of the production line also take time. I only need to contact them occasionally and supervise the progress.
So, her mission this year was to focus on self-improvement, while also guiding a few students back on track. While the system's mission was to train and cultivate a few talented apprentices, learning and cultivation were matters that ultimately depended on the individual. She couldn't just sit by their side like a nanny, and that wasn't realistic.
I just need to grasp the general direction, and then give them some advice when they are confused or have difficulties. I don't have to worry too much about other things. After all, these students are still hardworking, um...except Ye Ling, this little guy is even lazier than me.
For myself, my main goal this year or next year is to reach the Angel Sequence.
Thinking of this, Loran Hill closed his eyes and slowly felt the pure white core in his body. The flawless white jade gem was covered with intricate light blue lines, like exquisite porcelain. These silk-like lines continuously pulled the mana into the center of the core, compressed the mana, and tempered it into the pure white magic of the angel sequence, and then stored it.
Furthermore, within the core, delicate inscriptions formed a small furnace, pouring the stored pure white magic into it for a second tempering and compression. This refined angelic magic also turned a faint silver, like a tiny drop of water, carefully preserved within the core. Even in battle or casting spells, this silver magic was not used, as it was not yet a power that he could control.
If ordinary magic is compared to ordinary running water, these silver magics are metallic liquids, and their mass is several times that of the former.
Magic power is like water, and the strength of the Transcendent Core is like a water pump. Low-sequence magic power is like spraying someone with a water gun, with little lethality. High-sequence magic power, on the other hand, is like blasting someone with a high-pressure water gun. The same amount of magic power can cause greater damage.
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