Sitting on the swaying bus, Duchamp couldn't help but wonder why no one had come to repair the railway to Nurias.

In the era when the mainland is moving towards a prosperous leap forward in an all-round way to an airplane and a railway, this land that lacks hope is still staggering on dusty dirt roads.

And once out of Northumbria, on the territory of the Leman Autonomous Region, the road becomes smoother, not to mention the delightful grey-roofed and white-walled villages that pass by from time to time.

Lehman is a mountainous autonomous region with ravines and humid air, and is famous for its high-quality dairy products, especially cheese. Benefiting from the development of Guiding Technology, the urban and rural areas here are not disturbed by Warcraft, showing a vibrant atmosphere.

Duchamp breathed in the air after the rain, and felt a smell called "freshness" from it, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Even God is eccentric, and there will be more rain here." ”

According to reports, Leman, the capital of the autonomous prefecture, is only a city with a population of less than 200,000, but it is a famous machinery manufacturing center on the mainland, the place where the most power guides are produced on the mainland, and it is also the holy place of the guide revolution. Leman also has a well-known Leman State University, which was famous for producing engineers in the mainland before the rise of Leadway Technology, and now, Epstein College in Lehman State University is the leading authority for students in the mainland.

Professor Ashley's letter of introduction was addressed to Professor Michaeu Luther, a Vice-President of Epstein College and his companion in his youth at the Epstein Foundation. But now that the school is on vacation, I don't know if I can get in touch smoothly.

"If you can't get in touch, take the opportunity to have a good time in Leman." Duchamp thought lazily, while greedily breathing in the tranquility of this quaint city.

After getting off the train at Leman Station, Duchamp asked for the address of Leman State University, crossed the station bridge from the station, reached the opposite side of the Yumo River, and then walked down the river for a while.

"Alas, the good plan to visit the whole city has been discouraged by such a close distance." Duchamp muttered as he carried his backpack and walked down the river.

Suddenly, the tip of his nose twitched twice, and an enticing aromatic scent came from the small shop by the side of the road.

Duchamp looked at the sign of the hotel:

"Canyon Icewine."

It turned out to be such a good thing!

In addition to animal husbandry, Leman is one of the most mountainous regions, and this ice wine is one of them, because it is located in the north-central part of the continent, Leman is in the cold for half of the year, and the climate is mild for more than half of the remaining time, and the locals skillfully combine the two weathers, cultivating grapes when the weather is hot, picking and making wine when the weather is cold, and refrigerating in a special canyon area, forming a unique taste that is both clear and sweet.

Duchamp strode to the shop, asked a big grin about whether the wine was authentic, tasted it, haggled over and bought several cases.

He put away the other wine, opened a bottle, took a sip like water, looked at the blue sky, white clouds and green trees around him, recalled the trek in the salt sea in the previous week, and couldn't help but sigh: "This is life." ”

Pedestrians along the way couldn't help but look sideways.

The weather in summer is always hard to say, blue skies suddenly turn cloudy, and even a little rain is possible.

Duchamp ran along the river, which was full of traditional houses, two- or three-story brown-tiled and white-walled huts. Duchamp discovered a flaw in this type of house, the eaves were too narrow to stand underneath to keep the rain out.

"Come in and take shelter from the rain." A warm local aunt greeted Duchamp from the window.

Duchamp ran into the room and thanked the enthusiastic aunt.

Aunts all over the world have a knack for getting to the bottom of things, and Duchamp had to deal with it for a while.

"Hey, why are you still holding a bottle of wine, it's not good to be drunk at a young age."

"Actually, I just came here for the first time, curious about the taste of this wine, and bought a bottle." Duchamp hurriedly explained.

"That's right, let me tell you, this canyon ice wine, its trick is our winter climate here,"

Duchamp saw that the rain had not stopped, and the aunt was endless, so he simply found two wine glasses and invited the aunt to drink two sips.

The aunt first gave in reservedly, and then unceremoniously showed her strength and wiped out the bottle of ice wine with a low degree.

Duchamp looked at the aunt who didn't look amazing, and thought to himself: "Auntie, you should have a lost child named Shelazade." ”

Finally staying up until the rain stopped, Duchamp escaped and went to Lehmann University. He inquired all the way about the 'failed' professor, and finally found out the specific results.

"Professor Luther, he's not at the school now, he should be at the Epstein Foundation during the holidays, you go up the river until you reach the station bridge, cross the bridge, go down again, and soon you will see the sign of the Epstein Foundation."

Duchamp had no choice but to return the way he came, turning back to the other side of the river and finding the Epstein Foundation.

"Sure enough, there is a place with a foundation!" Standing at the door of the Epstein Consortium, Duchamp was amazed.

There is no grandeur that Duchamp thought, but there is a simple solemnity, a college-like complex, and Duchamp had to throw the problem to the doorman.

It took a long time for a brown-haired uncle to come out.

Professor Luthor looked much younger than Professor Ashley, although they were actually about the same age, he listened to Duchamp's introduction, read the letter of introduction, and then said solemnly: "There are many guiding research projects in the consortium, but unfortunately I am now involved in a confidential project, so I can't visit my laboratory, I can only take you to see some public projects, such as the Guiding Network." ”

Duchamp had already made up his mind and said, "I just want to know how Dr. L. Hamilton's Advance Mission of Guiding Techniques is working. ”

"That." Professor Luthor frowned, "Dr. Hamilton has been retired for many years, and now the project of the Guiding Force is continued by some of his disciples, but I personally don't think it is very valuable. You've come all the way from the Empire, so I'd better introduce you to something more cutting-edge. ”

Duchamp smiled and said: "Of course, we need to understand the things in the more cutting-edge fields, but this aspect of the popularization of the guiding force is also very important, and many of the areas I have been to still have not used the guiding force technology to improve the basic life, so I would like to hear the experience of this working group."

At present, the club is still at the level of fart chatting, and there is no substantive project support, which is far from Duchamp's original intention of founding this club.

Seeing that he was resolute, Professor Luthor stopped insisting and led him to a very plain-looking house.