The weather in Nagaril was pleasant, hovering around seventeen or eighteen degrees. Lin Qi felt that long-missed comfort the moment he stepped off the ship.
He was actually afraid of heat, not cold.
He disliked heat because sweat made him look disheveled. His hair would cling to his forehead, and the sweat would make him seem unconvincing.
There were always idiots who linked sweat with a guilty conscience, but the connection between the two was not all that close.
The most important thing was that in high temperatures, people had no way to deal with the heat outside their homes. They could not strip naked; all they could do was tough it out, making themselves look foolish and miserable.
Cold was different. If you felt cold, you only needed to put on a few more layers.
When it was hot, there was nothing left to take off.
When it was cold, you could put on more clothes.
That was why Lin Qi preferred winter to summer. But this year had truly been too cold! When he took off his thick coat upon arriving in Nagaril, his whole body relaxed.
The sea breeze carried a faint salty, fishy scent. The pleasant temperature was comfortable, and Nagaril had changed tremendously over the past two years. At least there was no longer any stench here.
The streets were also exceptionally clean and orderly. People who had visited Nagaril in the past but had not returned for some time could not help exclaiming in disbelief, "My God!"
The changes were simply too great. The United Development Company had spared no effort in managing this place.
The moment Lin Qi stepped off the ship, he saw Gardon. The clothes Gardon wore were no longer the long shirts and robes of the past.
They were closer