Sights of Trier
"Trier... "Fors murmured repeatedly, his voice like a dream.
Despite having been involved in the world of Mysticism for several years and having experienced "Teleportation," the feeling of being transported from one country's capital to another in the blink of an eye still filled her with a sense of unreality. She subconsciously felt like she was dreaming and couldn't help but feel the urge to verify reality.
Lorry tapped the writer's forehead in an annoyed tone, making her groan in pain. "Next time, please pinch your own arm."
"Thanks."
"I see... stingy..." Fors muttered under her breath, turning her gaze back to the majestic, towering, beige Castle atop the mountain.
"Is this the Intis Palace?"
She had Future been to Intis before, and her knowledge of the country came entirely from Newspaper, such as its flamboyant speaking style and open relationships between men and women.
Of course, as a Bestselling Author, Fors was more interested in Trier's other identity than the capital city of Intis.
This is the center of culture and art on the entire continent!
An enlightened social atmosphere is the best soil for nurturing art and literature. Many of Backlund's once-popular plays and music were introduced from Intis.
"No, Intis's palace is in the Boulevard District; this is district 17, which is also known as Erato District," said Lorry, taking the woman's Suitcase.
"Its name is Red Swan Castle, the former residence of the Soren Royal Family Sauron Family." -- After confirming his future trip to Intis, he had his clone influence Percival through dreams to gather relevant geographical information.
Fors nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining with admiration.
"So where do we go next?"
"What's next?" Lorry smiled and glanced at her, answering with a gesture as he pulled a brand-new, thick notebook from his pocket and handed it to her.
Record down what I just said.
"..." Fors's smile froze.
She suddenly realized that the trip might not be as wonderful as she had imagined.
Trier, the Opera District.
"Haven't they ever seen foreigners before? Really..." Fors muttered under his breath, finding the enthusiasm of the Intis people unbearable.
Lorry chuckled softly upon hearing this, "It's normal. Even though Backlund is the ' City of Cities,' people from other countries still receive a lot of attention."
"Have you forgotten that we went to Wind City in disguise?" "I understand the logic, but it's just hard to get used to... Traveling is so tiring." Fors grumbled irritably, then suddenly let out a low hum.
"What's wrong?" Lorry asked curiously.
"Many women were looking at you, with those kinds of gazes..." The writer carefully chose her words, seemingly considering the best way to embellish the text.
"It feels like watching prey, you can't wait to pounce."
"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?" Lorry was speechless.
"It's not an exaggeration at all, okay?" Fors scoffed. "It's only because I was there that someone might have invited you for coffee..."
Before she could finish speaking, a woman in a long red dress, revealing a large expanse of her white chest, walked over with a clattering sound in her high heels, a smile playing on her lips.
"Are you from Loen?" (Intisian)
"Is it that obvious?" Lorry thought to himself, glancing around.
Okay, it is quite obvious.
Her own attire was fine, but Fors's style was completely out of step with almost all the women in the neighborhood, even those on the more conservative side.
Considering factors such as height, appearance, and hair color, it's not difficult to make a judgment. Having been inexplicably attacked and had his arm pinched, he blinked and looked at the woman in front of him with a bewildered expression.
The woman in red paused for a moment, then switched to her broken Loenese:
"Want to... have coffee together?"
"I... please."
Before Lorry could speak, Fors, who was clinging tightly to his arm, refused with a stern face. "No need, he already has a female companion, can't you see?"
"It's... okay... you can... we can do it together." The woman in red didn't care about her attitude and gave her a flirtatious wink.
"..." Fors couldn't help but pause for a moment, then repeated the answer:
"Unnecessary."
"Alright, then have fun and get used to... Trier soon." The woman in red shrugged and turned to walk towards her companions.
As she walked gracefully, she muttered in Intisian, "Just as the Newspaper said, the Loen people are all old-fashioned and clueless."
"I was actually planning to invite them to tonight's party."
Fors frowned and glanced at Lorry, asking suspiciously, "Can you understand?"
As Lorry walked, he explained:
"The source of the modern language system in the Northern Continent is Ancient Feysac. Once you master the latter, learning a foreign language is not a difficult task."
Learning a foreign language... For some reason, Fors suddenly felt that Lorry's tone was becoming more and more like that ring. Not daring to dwell on the topic, afraid of adding another task and making the journey even more arduous, he quickly changed the subject, asking, "What did she just say?"
"She wanted to buy us coffee, and then use that as an excuse to invite us to a party that evening," Lorry translated casually without giving it much thought.
A party? Evening? Fors inexplicably thought of Great Writer frivolous and erotic parties described in Bairiya's "My Life," and pursed her lips tightly:
"Compared to Backlund, do you men all prefer Trier?"
"How could I possibly know what other men are thinking?" Lorry looked straight ahead. "But for me, I still prefer Backlund."
As he spoke, his gaze suddenly sharpened.
Fors noticed something was wrong, followed his gaze, and couldn't help but rub her eyes twice, looking like she was questioning her existence.
If I'm not mistaken, there looks like a turtle tied to the end of the rope?
"Those two are walking a tortoise?!" Old-fashioned Lorry never dreamed that the people here could have such wildly imaginative ideas, and he let out a speechless exclamation:
"As expected of Intis."
"As expected of Trier."
On the sidewalk, two gentlemen walking their tortoises, clearly well-educated, turned around upon hearing their conversation and corrected them:
"No, we're not just walking a tortoise, this is a competition."
The race... Fors exchanged an amused glance with Lorry and couldn't help but ask, "How is it going to be? Whose tortoise crosses the finish line first wins?"
Upon hearing this, the other gentleman, who was standing slightly behind and holding the tortoise, smiled:
"Madam, you've got it backwards."
"Walking our tortoises while taking a stroll is meant to show our leisure time, how could the outcome be decided according to your method?"
"Of course, the owner of the slowest tortoise is the Winner."
Although this competition is absurd, it must be admitted that his logical chain is very complete... Fors offered his blessing against his will:
"Congratulations! It looks like you'll be the Winner today." As soon as the words left his mouth, the gentleman's expression subtly changed:
"No!
"The Winner is already decided. There are other participants besides us, but his tortoise crawled in the opposite direction right from the start."
Therefore, he will be the only winner.
Fors and Lorry: "..."
After saying goodbye to the two gentlemen walking their tortoises, they continued towards the Red Rose Hotel in the Opera District, with Lorry occasionally explaining some facts along the way:
The Opera District, also known as District 7, and the adjacent District 8, also known as the Boulevard District, are called the heart of the Republic of Intis and the center of power in Intis.
"Section 6, also known as the Observatory District, is the main entrance to the Underground Catacombs..."
The words abruptly stopped.
The sound jolted Fors awake from his drowsiness, and he chuckled awkwardly:
Why did you stop talking?
"Uh, actually... I was listening." "You were almost asleep, and you were still listening." Lorry smiled and pinched Fors's nose, finding it very pleasant to touch, and couldn't help but pinch it a few more times.
As Emperor Roselle said, things should be done in moderation; overdoing it and underdoing it are both wrong approaches.
"This isn't anything to rush, there's no need to push yourself. After you finish Record what you saw and heard this afternoon, we'll relax a bit."
"Yes, I'll listen to you..." Fors nodded gently, her heart filled with joy, and her gaze towards Lorry softened unconsciously, becoming as gentle as spring water.
"Is there anything you want to do?" Lorry asked her again.
After thinking for a moment, Fors asked in return:
"This is the theater district, how about we go see a play? The theater performances in Trier are far superior to those in Backlund."
"Okay, let's go back to the hotel to rest now, and ask the Attendant for the best Restaurant and theaters nearby. We can have an authentic Intis meal in the evening, and then go see a play. What do you think?" Lorry thought for a moment and then told him his planned itinerary.
Fors nodded without hesitation and tightened her grip on his arm.
The two then abandoned walking and flagged down a passing Hired Carriage in the waiting area, giving the name of the Red Rose Hotel.
At 8 p. m., at the Siskin Theater, the actors took their curtain call and the Spectator left.
The two, not wanting to squeeze through the crowd, exchanged a glance and tacitly agreed not to get up, intending to wait a while before going out.
Fors shook the cone-shaped paper tube and found two more kernels of popcorn hidden in the crevice. She fed one to Lorry and put the last one in her own mouth.
"As expected of Trier."
"The same play, but the actors' performances, the tension, and the dialogue are simply incomparable to those at the Backlund Theatre, not even to the Kingdom Theatre."
When the two arrived, they happened to arrive just as the performance of "The Return of the Earl" was starting. Not wanting to wait, Fors simply bought two tickets.
"After all, it's Trier, and it's said that the theater owner received the Intis Legion of Honor Medal," Lorry smiled and agreed.
--The Legion of Honor Medal originated from Emperor Roselle, was abolished after he became emperor, and was rebuilt with the establishment of the Republic of Intis.
It encompasses all walks of life and is currently the highest honor in the Republic of Intis.
As they spoke, the Spectator had mostly dispersed, and the two of them immediately got up and walked along the aisle between the seats toward the entrance of the small theater.
Just as they were about to leave, a head suddenly popped out.