The moon shines in the sky.

The nights in Suno are peaceful and warm. The people of Suno love to grow all kinds of plants, and they have planted the city with towering trees that are evergreen all year round. In the autumn, the trees in the city of Suno are almost about to swell out of the limits of the city wall, at this time outside the quaint stone city wall, the wheat is yellow, orange and orange as far as the eye can see, and the gently undulating plains are full of freshly ripe crops, but Suno is still full of green, on the Suno plain, the city of Suno is like an emerald gem inlaid in a golden shield.

Suno's architectural style continues the ancient Calad tradition, which is solemn and harmonious. Here, it is difficult to find the novel architecture that can be found in a maritime city like Paravon. Suno was one of the richest regions of the empire, known as the granary of Swadia, and every year the wheat, poultry, eggs, roots and timber of all kinds were transported to various parts of the empire by horse-drawn wagons or ox-carts. Without Suno, Dehrim's countless handicraft workshops would be unsustainable because of the lack of sufficient wood fuel; Without Suno, Uxhall's proudest instrument manufacturers would not have been able to find a replacement for the Suno horsetail. "The lowest level of economic activity in Swadia lies on the serene Sunoan plain. Of course, because the Suno people are far away from the lively sea, they have developed a conservative and stable folk customs over time. This has become a frequent object of ridicule by the inhabitants of coastal cities, led by Paravon.

The population of the Suno Plain has exceeded 300,000 in the long period of comfort, which has greatly increased the land pressure in the Suno region. More and more farmers are faced with the annexation of their land. The empire reassured all sectors of society, saying that it would drive more farmers to the city in search of development, and this trend would inevitably lead to the further development of the city of Suno. But in fact, the entry of more peasants did not strengthen Suno's inherent burgher class, and they became the most exploited and at the same time the most disgusted and pitiful. The city had been expanded twice after the North Sea War, allowing it to accommodate a larger population, but the observant could tell at a glance that the construction of the new city was far less rational than the planning of the old city, which was simply to enclose a piece of farmland with a wall, and then tell those who would live in it (mainly farmers who were new to the city), "Feel free to do so." "All kinds of shacks, all kinds of flea markets, all kinds of small worlds that are completely different from the opulent old Suno district have formed in the new district, and the people of Suno generally don't call it a "new district", they call it more "hillbilly district" or "slum". "The kind of harmony that the Empire had hoped for had not materialized, and now, the more the old and new inhabitants of Sunno came into contact with each other, the more distant they became. New citizens, who feel that they are not being treated fairly, are forced to seek all means of subsistence due to their own poverty and inherent problems, which breeds Suno's crimes. Suno, the fastest urbanizing city in decades, has the highest crime rate.

Suno had a small river running through the city, with aristocratic districts such as the Golden Rose on one side and slums and labour-based trades on the other. Crossing this river is a different world.

When Kazak held Rhine to look back for the last time at the intricately carved balustrades and the sturdy stone house, the whole of Suno fell asleep. Rhine pressed against Kazak's chest, and Kazakra lowered his cloak, feeling Rhine's breath and feeling a warmth.

Kazak knew that he would most likely die somewhere in the city of Suno, and he also knew that carrying Rhine with him would probably not bring her the last happiness. But he did so, he hugged Rhine and felt a fatherly happiness that came from being unconditionally dependent. Kazak remembered that when he woke up Rhine from the window, Rhine stretched out his hands to him in tears, pitiful as a lamb and happy as a pigeon.

Back to the steppe, Kazak thought, and then he felt a trance. All kinds of pain had tormented him for a long time, but never had he chewed his will so deeply as this time. Kazak's past pain, including that love, gave him pain while making him more conscious. But this time the pain seemed to knock his life open, and his will disappeared like an hourglass.

Kazak hugged Rhine and walked slowly along the root of the wall step by step, the moon was bright today, and he looked at the man coldly. Kazak felt another heart-piercing pain, a disillusionment blow that nearly suffocated him, and he froze against the wall and stopped.

Rhine poked a moonlit face out of his cloak, "Why don't you go?" ”

"I ??? I'm tired," said Kazak, and in his heart, he was saying, "Daddy can't walk." ”

Rhine felt a burst of early autumn coolness on her face, retracted her little head, and only flashed her two slightly soft eyes under the faint illumination of the moonlight, she stretched out a soft and chubby little hand and touched Kazak's face: "Thank you??? Abba???"

"Abba". At this moment, Kazak almost wanted to laugh, and that sense of relief and comfort gushed out from the bottom of his soul. But Kazak couldn't laugh, a violent spasm made him involuntarily tilt to the side, and there was a knock on the door, Kazak's vision became sometimes clear and sometimes blurry in the chaotic focus of the retina, and he clutched the light door in confusion, as if trying to grasp something to support his balance, but failed. He leaned against the door, holding Rhine as steady as he could, not hesitating to let his wound press down on the ground. He was about to lose sight, the moon was cold and bright tonight, he thought of the huge moon rings on the grassland, the moon would not be cut to pieces by the edge of a house like Suno, that kind of moon was pure moon, the moon of the grassland shone on the ground, the whole earth seemed to be soaked in wine made of moonlight, the night was cool, and the moon was like water. At this time, Kazak remembered a lot, he felt that this was the last replay of consciousness when it disappeared, he looked at the bright moon at the last moment, looked at a billboard in the moonlight: "Goblin Observatory", in his ears, Rhine's cry became more and more blurred.

"What a pity," thought Kazak at the last minute, thinking that he was going to die.

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The goblin looked at his guest with some helplessness in his heart.

Passers-by are very arrogant, and some are anti-guest-oriented. He casually flipped through the goblin's observation diary, scribbling on it, and revising it arbitrarily; fiddling with the goblin's most precious binoculars to see the widow's daily life next door; Then, using a goblin compass and ruler, a regular 36-sided shape was drawn on the goblin wall with a ruler. These days, the goblins have increased the variety of food, buying 10 dinars of various vegetables, meat, and dairy products for the wife of the cobbler downstairs, and asking her to change the patterns. The passer-by was very satisfied, saying that he Sabel would not forget the kindness of the goblin. These days, Sabel finds it very interesting for goblins to make weather forecasts by observing the stars and clouds. So he couldn't help but give it a try. As a result, when Sabel hung out the sign of "Heavy Rain Tomorrow", the sky was clear on the Sunoyuan Plain, and all kinds of speculative and rainy gear merchants broke the windows of the goblins' house with scolding, and then forced the goblins to buy 15 umbrellas and 3 coats; When Sabel hung up the wooden sign that read "Tomorrow will be clear", all the housewives hung up their clothes before dawn to wash their clothes for the first night, but the next day they drifted in heavy rain and drenched their clothes; After that, Sabel did not dare to hang "sunrise" or "rain", so he had to hang "cloudy" every day. The goblin shook his head and said, "It seems that you are really not good at weather forecasting, so I'd better do it." ”

"Sabel made a human-powered flying machine out of those umbrellas, with a rope hanging down from it, and when he pulled it, the umbrella turned. Sabel explains that when the pulling frequency exceeds a certain frequency of Mou, the upward force generated by the air flow is greater than the gravitational force of man and machine. Thus making people fly. ”

The goblin was intrigued and asked how often this was, and Sabel sorted out a set of equations and said, "103 Hz, that is, 103 times a second, and the person flies." ”

Goblin: "?????"

By studying the goblin observations, Sabel spent a night devouting a mathematical model, and by bringing in various detailed data into it, Sabel suddenly became silent. The worry and pain of this silence worries the goblins. At a dinner, the goblin finally couldn't help but ask Sabel, "What's wrong, is there something wrong with my data?" ”

"Nope"

"So what's going on with you these days?"

"It's horrible."

"What the hell?"

"The world we live in is a circle. Like an orange. ”

“?????? It's really appalling, but there are many scientists who have made such speculations, but no one has verified them. ”

"I know. But I finally found out through your data that it's true. It turns out that we live in a world like all the stars, and we are not the most unique one in the temple of God. Our world, in the galaxy-like universe, is just a passing guest. We've been working hard for so long, is it necessary. ”

The goblin felt a deep sense of helplessness and gloom from Sabel's words, and he was about to open his mouth to comfort Sabel, when suddenly there was a 'bang' on the door downstairs, followed by the cry of a child. The goblin said, "Lose company." Then he hurried downstairs, leaving Sabel alone, who seemed to be still confused about the insignificance of the world to the universe, and seemed to be patiently listening to everything downstairs, and Sabel whispered softly in a voice that only he could hear.