As the howling snowstorm shrieked around her, Chen Xi blinked. "Can I still go back to the Spark Federation?"
She had imagined all sorts of things about the Black Moon Empire: a theocracy, a digital utopia, even a cyberpunk society.
The one thing she hadn't imagined was that this empire, whose strength dwarfed the Spark Federation, would still be stuck in the Middle Ages of Western Europe.
At the sight before her, even Lin Yue's usually unruffled expression finally shifted a little.
"Care to explain, Gu Yu?" She turned toward the blue-haired girl.
"Ha ha..." Gu Yu scratched her head awkwardly. "Let's find an inn first. I'll explain everything once we've settled in."
"Honestly, it's not as bad as you're imagining..."
"I hope so." Just in case, Chen Xi casually changed the appearance and clothes of all three of them.
Before leaving, Chen Xi glanced around, but she didn't see Shen Ci or any of the crew.
Clearly, as the last true descendant of the Spark Federation, he had already been summoned by the Black Moon leadership for a little chat.
As they followed Gu Yu, the other two secretly studied the people on the street.
The commoners of the Black Moon Empire all looked energetic and robust, and their faces were bright with warm smiles.
"They seem to be in pretty good spirits. They're rosy-cheeked, too. That doesn't seem very medieval."
Chen Xi rubbed her chin, looking puzzled.
Everything happening before her eyes was completely counterintuitive.
Lin Yue murmured, "Something's definitely off. They seem to be in even better spirits than ordinary people living in the Spark Federation."
Of course, Chen Xi had also noticed a serious problem: neither she nor Lin Yue could understand what the people of the Black Moon Empire were saying.
So the two of