She Is Not a Witch Chapter 134: West Wind Country

"It's not a witch()"

The capital of the West Wind, Solander.

Under the sky with flowing clouds, there is an endless plain, all the way to the boundary line of the sky and the earth, it is a turquoise green.

A large river winds in the wilderness in the shape of an S, and inside the curved arc in the middle is a magnificent giant city. There is an arrow tower every 100 meters on the ten-story high city wall.

The dazzling sun shines on the city wall in the afternoon. The color is as pale as the sand on the beach. The city wall that has been exposed to the wind and sun for many years feels warm and grainy to the touch, and occasionally in the cracks of the stone bricks. You can also see yellow-green moss.

Extend your fingers to squeeze a small piece of dry moss, which can bring out the traces of soil hidden in the cracks, and occasionally the wind blows up some particles and dust on the ground of the city wall.

Several guards on the city wall walked around under the scorching sun to avoid being attacked by the nobles in the city. Most of them were hiding in the arrow tower. After all, it was cooler here.

Neither can it be said that they neglected their duties, because there is a wilderness outside the city wall, and if an enemy invades far away, it can be discovered, as long as a small number of people are observing on the tower.

Perhaps a long time ago, they also came out on patrols every day, but after a long period of peace, they slowly became lazy.

The tall city wall of Solander encloses the entire city, surrounded by water on three sides, only the west is an open field, and the city is a huge hill rising from the ground.

There is a circle of city walls at the bottom of the hill, the height of which is higher than that of the outer walls, and the great nobles of the westerly wind live in the walls.

There are various courtyards at the waist of the hillside, with different styles, and there is a city wall near the top of the hill. Inside this city wall is the westerly palace, and the snow-like white marble is built on the top of the hill into a graceful grandeur. The castle has colorful glazed tiles on its high towers, dotted with spires of various colors. Due to its location, the whole city can look up to the beautiful high towers.

The descendants of Roland, King of the West Wind, live in these beautiful towers.

As the city with the largest westerly wind and an important junction of North-South trade, Solander is home to more than 3 million people. Every day, a large number of cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, vegetables, fruits, and grains are transported to the city by ships on the river. , For consumption by the people in it.

The huge gate along the river in the east opened, and countless boats began to follow the small river in the city. If the residents in the city saw something they liked, they would greet by the river, and the vendors who rowed the boats would dock the boats. On the shore, bargaining with these housewives or old people, and finally reached a deal.

Of course, this is only part of the situation, and most of the transactions in the city are still completed in the market.

Slim wooden poles hold up colored canvases such as red, blue, and yellow to block the afternoon sun. Open wooden boxes under the canvas, which are filled with fresh fruits, north and south specialties, and some Necessities of life.

In the morning, people who come to buy in the morning are often richer families. When the evening is approaching, the customers will pick up the leftovers, stale, and damaged ones, and the shopkeeper will sell them at a discount. At this time, some people who are struggling Will come out to pick up cheap.

Although it is the same city and the same market, the rich and the poor seem to have a tacit understanding of each other and do not touch and overlap.

As the night approached, the shopkeeper turned over the boxes one by one, shaking off the deposited dust, remaining leaves, rot and crushed fruits, and dumping the garbage into a small bucket. Then I went to the well in the market and fetched a bucket of water and began to scrub the compartments and shelves.

After scrubbing, it can be air-dried overnight, and then new goods will be put on tomorrow. Before the shopkeepers leave, there will be a dilapidated carriage coming over and dumping the small buckets placed by the shopkeepers on the side of the road. Put these **** into the giant bucket behind the carriage and then transport it elsewhere. This **** may become fertilizer for farms outside the city, or it may become swill for domestic pigs.

The main road in the city is about 30 meters wide. The large blue stone bricks are laid on the ground. Each of these stone bricks is half a meter long, and it feels cold to the touch and very hard.

As time goes by, there are some potholes and dents on the surface of the slate, and some yellow mud accumulates in the shallow pits, and as the horse's hoof steps over, a trace of yellow dust is brought up.

A team of cavalry riding white horses galloping on the main road. They are holding white flags, slung knives around their waists, and wearing scale armor and leather robes. This armor allows the warriors to maintain a lot of flexibility and is more light.

This group of cavalry has superb horse skills, easily avoiding carriages and crowds on the street along the way, maintaining a high speed. They passed through the checkpoints and city walls, holding high the flags in their hands and the coat of arms that revealed their shoulders. When the guarded soldiers saw them, they quickly gave way to the white castle on the top of the hill.

With the clicking sound of the gears rotating, the steel suspension bridge was lowered, and the cavalry team entered the castle.

Solander, the Throne Hall.

The lord of the westerly wind today, about forty years old, wearing a golden and bronze armor, behind him is a large bright red cloak with white fluff on the edge of the cloak, he sits on the throne with a horizontal knife, like a majestic head Lion.

Under the throne, there is an aristocrat wearing purple clothes~IndoMTL.com~ Most of them are gorgeously dressed, some of them are generals in full armor, and some scholars in gray clothes holding staffs. These scholars have chests A sophisticated pocket watch hung in front of it, as if it were a symbol.

"Your Majesty, the messenger of the White Horse tribe is here."

"Let them in." The West Wind Lord nodded.

"Yes!"

After putting the scimitar at the waist in the guards' custody, these warriors on the grassland walked into the hall and looked up at the king sitting on the throne.

"See His Majesty, here is the messenger of the White Horse clan, Darren, the current patriarch is my father."

"Now the 50,000 warriors of the White Horse clan have gathered in accordance with your majesty's orders, and are currently resting at the lower reaches of the river fifty miles away."

"Okay." The lord of the West Wind exclaimed, and then asked the attendants around him to give a reward. It was a sharp and delicate dagger. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with a brilliant ruby, which was obviously a piece of gold. Level of extraordinary creation.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, but...this reward is too heavy and I am ashamed of it."

"What a shame, Baima and I, Xifeng, are brothers of blood. They have been married for many years, and you can also be regarded as my nephew. You can rest assured that you are under him, haha."

The lord of the West Wind laughed boldly, quite like a master, and other great nobles also praised and agreed.

It can be said that the West Wind Country has always valued family affection and family, and has shown partiality to relatives and friends. The great aristocrats have long been accustomed to each other and tied various interest groups together by blood. If you were born in a big family, the country The upper floors are basically your relatives, which is also considered a beautiful scenery line on the upper floors of the westerly wind.

This kind of family and affectionate bond created the unity of Xifeng in the early years, sharing weal and woe, and treating veterans kindly, but it has also laid the roots of curse for the subsequent rule. The class is solidified and contradictions abound, which makes people sigh.