High Above

  Chapter 517 Fairy Mofeng and Lonely Mountain Meeting (23)

  Triangle Tower Town, one of the lower towns ruled by the Simbil family.

   This family used to be a well-known military noble family in the eastern border of the empire, and had a strong authority in the vast plain area south of Icewind Dale.

  In history, the Simbil family repelled more than a dozen raids by the land assault fleet of the Royal Court of Heaven, and finally cooperated with the Imperial Army to stop them east of the mountain fortress. They are one of the great nobles with both merit and force.

However, even such a powerful local aristocrat had to give up his family's original power in the eastern region under the order of the land keeper Axel, who originally had a great reputation in the eastern region, and became the leader of the lower city of the imperial capital. One of the leaders.

   This is actually not a bad thing for them.

The triangular tower is a super giant alchemy tower. As a local landmark, it is 395 meters high. The area under its jurisdiction has a high-quality population of more than one million, and there are more than a dozen large alchemy companies in it. There are workshops, production lines ranging from armored freight vehicles to military armor, and an extremely developed alloy smelter.

Almost all industrial alchemy products in the imperial capital, including but not limited to agricultural machinery, fertilizers, weeders, communication equipment and various alchemy machinery are produced here. In addition, some special sublimation materials and sublimation plant large-scale processing factories are also produced. built here.

  If it is said that the Simbier family was originally just a local rich in the east—a native with a bit of force—then now, they are a member of the core power circle of the imperial capital, and they have enough power to be respected by any force in the world.

  At least, for the Simbire family, who were originally important allies of Axel, this choice can be said to be a huge profit.

  Ian was walking on the streets of the lower city, where people came and went, pedestrians on the streets walked along the sidewalks, and vehicles drove in a well-regulated manner on the solid roads.

Order, lively, and full of vitality—there will always be enough goods in the store, and these goods will be sold continuously, the guards patrolling the streets will not blackmail the citizens, and the people here are also hospitable, and outsiders are welcome to come here I have settled in a city full of enthusiasm and are more than happy to help guide the way.

   "No thanks, I know the way. Well, I'm new here, but I know the way."

  Ian tactfully declined the warm invitation of two ladies and a gentleman who wanted to lead him the way. He was a little moved by the friendliness of the residents of the imperial capital.

   On the way back to Zhongcheng District, Ian brought a gift he had prepared for Mofeng: a record of his experiences in the Great Labyrinth of the South China Sea written by himself.

Based on his observations, Ian determined that this wind elf named Mofeng is very fond of this kind of knowledge book, and it would be even better if the adventures related to the maze and various mysterious relics of the pre-era civilization— Her own adventure in the South China Sea happened to be her favorite type.

  Besides, as a handwritten book, it has absolute sincerity as a gift. The boy believes that the other party will be very satisfied.

  Emperor Capital Midtown, third floor.

At this time, the third floor area is covered with a layer of hazy mist, which is a purification method used to settle and absorb dust and various possible toxic substances. The hazy mist will gradually turn into a light rain and slide down the eaves to the ground. , and then submerged into the developed water circulation system in the central city of the imperial capital, and then merged into the natural water system around the imperial capital after purification.

  Following the address Hua An left, Ian soon came to Mo Feng's address.

   This is a small southern-style building with a tile-red roof. It has a rather tall, damp-proof bottom, but in the imperial capital, this structure is just a personal hobby of the builder. On its third floor, or in a raised spire, there is a small study room surrounded by transparent glass, one can imagine the scenery of its owner reading books and watching the scenery on a high place.

  In addition, there are many weeds and wild flowers growing in the front yard of the small building. Yes, they are weeds, well-planted and fertilized weeds, their vitality is quite vigorous, with various small flowers of various colors, and there is an artificial honeycomb in the middle of a pile of weeds, and many bees are weeding. Flying in the grass garden.

   "It seems that this lovely fairy lady has a different way of understanding the natural landscape. But I have to say, this is indeed the most natural planting method—and it is indeed very worry-free."

   This is Ian's evaluation. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with weeds, but he simply doesn't know that he should stand at the door and shout, 'I'm coming! ’ Or try to find where the doorbell is.

  How did the goblin greet the guests?

   But obviously, it is not necessary. A bee in the hive saw Ian and flew around him, and the door of the small building opened.

  Ian walked towards the building along the path covered by grass leaves, the door was already open, and he could even hear Hua An's voice saying that he would come to pick him up.

   It was another elf who didn't come to open the door for him.

  —Purple ink that smells like a book.

   This was the first thought in Ian's mind.

The light flowing from the small building with a warm orange color overflowed from the door, illuminating the figure of the white-haired boy, while a fairy girl in a dark purple dress floated in the air, her dark eyes flickered Curious, she nodded at him with a smile.

She has beautiful long dark purple hair, but upon closer inspection, she finds that these hairs are actually some kind of fluid, which is only held gently by the wind, flowing in the air, and her dark eyes are like ink, floating in the air. With a trace of black ripples.

No, it's not just that... The opponent's entire body, whether it's the slender wrists or the pointed long ears, the flowing dragonfly-shaped wings or the wizard hat on his head, is all made of some kind of fluid, water mist and wind. Constructed!

  —This fairy is painted in the style of ink and wash? !

  Will there be abstract fairies in the future? With the light of my heart, it seems that this is not impossible...

  Mofeng Mofeng...It's really ink and wind...

"It's the first time we met in reality." At this moment, the purple-haired Miss Mofeng greeted happily. Her tone was quite familiar. Obviously, for the goblin, there is no difference between reality and virtual world. She already felt that Ian was meeting formally. An old acquaintance: "Come in, Hua An and Shuang Die are waiting."

"Yes…"

   For a moment, Ian was surprised by Mofeng's realistic painting style, and Ian walked into the small building.

   Then he realized that this place is not so much a house as a small library in the shape of a small building.

  There are books everywhere on the four walls, and all kinds of books and anthologies are neatly placed on the bookshelves full of labels. Only the leisure furniture like a water bag chair is placed in the center.

   Hua An and Shuang Die happened to come down from the second floor: "Ian, are you here?" "Father~"

  They were obviously chatting with Mofeng before, because they flew over with them and there were water bag chairs of the same style on the ground.

   "This is where fairies often meet in the imperial capital, but I usually take care of it."

Mo Feng said softly, her tone was like a breeze, blowing the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard, and Ian also smiled and sent the gift he prepared, which made the goblin lady make an unexpected voice: "Ah, this Is it... a record of your experiences written by yourself?"

   "It's still a labyrinth adventure—I've been wanting to ask about this since I heard what Hua An said. I didn't expect you to write a book directly. It's really great!"

  Facts have proved that even a "book" elf like Mo Feng is just as lively when he is happy.

Cheerfully, Mofeng took out a bag of human-sized water bag chairs from the basement, and Ian sat on the cool and soft chairs with the other elves, and began to listen to the happy afternoon chats of the elves, While happily taking out a copy from Miss Mofeng's private collection to read.

  Because of the very appetizing gift, Miss Mofeng readily agreed to Ian's request to borrow the book, and even agreed to take it home and read it slowly. He didn't need to, but he was really happy about it.

  A good gift can really make friends more effective.

  But soon, Ian also raised his head from the book because of a key word, and began to listen to the unrestrained chatter of the goblins.

  The key word is naturally 'Lonely Mountain Meeting'.

  (end of this chapter)