As a vast plain with the same lack of large plants, the temperature difference between day and night in the Absela steppe is only slightly better than in the Nornstein Desert. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It may be a bit contrary to common sense, but if you talk about the temperature difference alone, in fact, the rainy season with frequent rain, the temperature difference between day and night is less than that in the dry season.

Scholars believe that this is a large area of swamp wetlands that exist in a short period of time during the rainy season, and the outstanding water bodies replace trees and other plants to act as a temperature difference regulator, absorbing the temperature under the direct sunlight of the hot grassland during the day, and slowly releasing it at night when there is no sun, compared to the dry season, where there is only a moment of unstoppable wind that takes away the temperature day and night.

In the rainy season, with the majestic rain mixed with strong winds and the presence of water to preserve the temperature of the sun, the temperature of the Absera Savannah is never too low all year round.

Regardless of the dry season and rainy season, people here can wear similar clothes for a whole year without changing them, and this reason, coupled with the usual lack of water and many other factors, the grassland people have also developed a "good habit" of bathing only during the rainy season a year and washing clothes only once every two or three months. The nobles, lords, scholars, and clergy of the major empires and kingdoms on the east and west coasts ridiculed them as barbarians, which was largely related to this strong body odor.

This is exacerbated by a diet dominated by meat and fermented dairy products, exacerbated by a lack of vegetables, fruits and grains.

The barren Abu Sera savannah cannot grow cereals such as rice and wheat on a large scale, and only a short period of the year during the rainy season is considered sufficiently hydrated, and it is unlikely that it will accumulate enough nutrients to feed shrubs and trees. The wild grasses that grow wildly all kinds of wild grass have exhausted the little bit of fertility that they have weak, and the marmots that are scurrying around are a delicacy in the eyes of the steppe people, but in fact they burrow everywhere and destroy the vegetation and cause soil erosion, which is constantly accelerating the speed at which the steppe border is swallowed up by the Nornstein Desert.

Absela has shrunk by a third compared to a thousand years ago, and many of the lakes and swamps that once existed are now extinct. Living conditions here are becoming increasingly difficult, and with the arrival of the dry season next year, the lack of water sources may lead to a new round of plundering and bloodshed. The perseverance and initiative of the people here may be forced out of a desperate situation, just like the weeds that spread all over Absera.

The sound of "bang-la-la/tick-tock" rain intertwined outside the tent, and the cool water in the basin stimulated the whole person to involuntarily get goosebumps from his back, and he tried the temperature with his feet a little, and held some palms and patted them on his chest to get used to it: "Hiss-" After taking a long breath, she picked up the towel next to her, and Mira began to wash her body.

If the Southern City-State Alliance is to be said to be the second most abundant region in the world, then I am afraid that the great empires such as Padrossi and Ottolo would not dare to claim to be the first.

What kind of concept is developed, few people can really understand.

The answer given by many of the West Coast youths from knightly aristocratic families is likely to be the typical Avenella-Sivalier mentality, with huge castles and brightly armored knights riding tall horses. And in the case of the clergy, all this may turn into a glamorous temple and a lot of believers.

Identity and status determine that their focus cannot be the same as that of civilians like Mira, or even poor or refugee-born mercenaries, it is true that they are not wrong, whether it is the army, the building, or the faith, the face of a country represents their highest level, but this gorgeous appearance has limitations, they are usually limited to some developed areas, limited to those who are already powerful nobles and clergy, and are seriously out of touch with the most commoners and mercenaries and other low-class lives。

"If there is no bread and grain, why don't they eat minced meat?" These nobles who could still eat three warm meals even when the commoners were hungry and cold, and the nobles who lived in comfortable and pleasant mansions represented only a small group of people, and the so-called real abundance of goods and high development must reach every inch of soil, as was the case with the clean walls and neat roads that even a small city-state like Rosemary had in the south.

The most modest inn where Henry and the others had lived had glass doors and windows on the West Coast that only the Grand Duke's nobles dared to use, beautiful glassware was everywhere, and clothes made of rich and delicate cotton and linen fabrics from the east and west coasts and vegetable dyes were displayed and sold in the shops along the streets—the myths of this land created by the merchants of the South who made their fortune were incredible, this "development" Spread to all sides, even when traveling, the team that our Luoan girl is in now has everything that she has experienced in the whole year before.

The power of money is terrifying.

The well-prepared caravans carried supplies for almost all basic daily needs, and the tents made of canvas waterproof for a year were not only used for living, but also for the luxurious southerners to the point of madness in their pursuit of bathing. The tents carried by the caravan had a special existence that was only wide open under the shroud on all sides, with wooden basins, towels and even a candlestick for lighting, as long as they could get water in the field, they could set up and enjoy a private bath anytime and anywhere.

Straw mats were laid on the place where they were stepped on to avoid being stained by the dirt on the ground, soap made of the same grease carried away the sweat and dirt accumulated from long travels, tung oil waterproof tents were extremely flammable, so the candles for lighting had to be placed on a wooden shelf to avoid being too close to the ceiling, and with the addition of plant-derived spices, it burned with a slightly pungent smell, and the fire swayed, while Mira continued to bathe fluently.

What kind of concept this difference was, she had no way of imagining it before.

Even if the West Coast was born in Avenella, which was considered a rich country, Mira could not have imagined that such an abundant supply could be purchased casually before she came into contact with it. The largest consumable item in the southern city-state alliance close to the Mobigas Inland Sea is all kinds of animal fat, which is not satisfied by those small land animals, crossing Mobigas all the way north in the distant and cold open sea, the four northern islands and the sea around the northwestern region of Padro, all kinds of large whales and seals and other sea beasts grow thick fat in order to survive, the merchant ships of the southerners come here every year to buy the fat extracted from them, a large amount of whale oil is transported back to the southern factories to be processed into candles and soap by slaves and sold to all over the world at a high priceWhile the merchants in the south made a lot of money, some leftovers and other products of slightly inferior quality became excellent daily necessities that local mercenary adventurers could buy at a very small price.

The abundance of supplies, the variety of supplies, and the practicality of all kinds are enough to allow a well-prepared southern army to live a simple but fulfilling life far from the towns. The variety of food and spices makes it possible to cook a week's worth of dishes, not to mention the tools used to store water, and the bedding and tents for rest are much more elaborate than the rudimentary tarpaulins, and the need for washing and bathing and even entertainment and communication is put into practice - it is no wonder that the nomads of the Abu Sera steppes regard the southerners as their preferred targets of raid.

"......" Mira stopped, she just had to wash it, she didn't plan to consume too much perspective. She brought a few sets of clean clothes to change, they were all bought from Rosemary's before leaving, and the well-stocked Southland has many detailed classifications, and the clothes of professional mercenaries and adventurers are more wearable and easy to move than those worn by civilians, so they are all looser.

She wrung out the towel and wiped her body and quickly changed into them, the shelf for the candles was used to put the candles on the top platform, and there were two bulges in the shape of a stick next to it, which were used to hang up the boots while bathing to avoid getting wet, and the white-haired girl who felt refreshed put on her boots and took off the rainproof cloak from the inside of the tent, and then untied the cloth at the door and walked outside.

The half-body armor and cotton armor were placed in the tent, but the armed belt with a half-sword and a short sword was still worn even when bathing, and although she was still young, as the only woman in the group, in a group of strangers who were just acting together, even if Mira did not need to be warned by Henry, she would understand the importance of self-defense and vigilance.

Innocent and ignorant and defenseless, such words have nothing to do with her, and she has lived for twelve years to witness this kind of thing, but fortunately, the fatigue of running around day and day plus gorgeous armor and weapons, as well as war horses and a certain deterrent brought by the previous martial arts display, will hit the idea on our white-haired girl, at least at this time, there is no such thing in this team.

"Click-" Mira opened the tent, the sage had already fallen asleep, their armor had been unfastened and placed in front, the huge tent was pitch black only the polished breastplate reflecting the faint light of the cloudy night. For safety reasons, many other mercenaries in the team are not separated from their swords when they sleep, and they even refuse to take off their armor, and the hard plate armor or armor plus the stuffy cotton armor and the armed belt of the waist can be as uncomfortable as it is when lying down, and the back hurts when they wake up, but even so, the reason for doing so is naturally out of distrust of those steppe people, although there is some distance between the camps, and there is not no sentry at night, and people still inevitably become neurotic when they go out in an unstable environment outside。

But as time goes by, as they get used to it, they tend to become more casual, like our sage man, more calm and easy-going, so that they don't move like frightened birds.

Mira was stunned for a while, she had thought of reading books and studying for a while, but in order to save candles, she decided to rest early, after all, it was more important to rush to the camp of the Red-billed Finch Clan at the moment, and she would not be much behind if she studied in the daytime when the sun was sufficient.

"......" Her thoughts were a little complicated.

Looking back on the time of this year, what she has learned and experienced can not be regarded as a few, every time she goes to a new place to learn new knowledge, meets new people and tries new things, she can feel that she is different, the so-called progress and growth, as long as you continue to do it, it will be imperceptible with the passage of time. The changes that have taken place in just one year are huge - but is this enough, the white-haired girl has always had this question.

She trusts Henry, and this relationship of trust is unique and wonderful. Mira is not a puppet of Henry who lives according to his ideas, but the girl is very assertive, she accepts the teachings of the sages, but at the same time retains her own opinions and ideas. Henry never wanted her to become like him, and what he taught her was always just guidance and detailed notes, how to figure out how to move forward, how to acquire knowledge, as the original sage who met the two said, "do it on her own initiative", and the result was that the girl grew up quite astonishingly, but at the same time, she often fell into a lack of confidence in herself.

We always say that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, and this may be the situation that Mira is in now, she knows that she has made a lot of progress in many aspects, but people always feel lost when it comes to things related to them. The white-haired girl trusts the sage, but she is about to come into contact with her people, how much has changed in the past year or so, can she make rational and thoughtful judgments when she meets her own people again, can she give them the courage to lead them on the right path as the sage said before--what Mira has no confidence and cannot be sure of, it is her own thoughts.

The knowledge she has now is enough for the girl to have a rough judgment of the situation she is about to encounter, she can only roughly guess what kind of things have happened to the down-and-out slave Luo'an royal family, confused and unknowing, even the psychology may have been distorted, clinging to the glory of the past, the class of the past has no hope for the future, whether it is self-deception and wanting to reproduce the glory of the Luo'an Kingdom, or stubbornly deciding to stay here for opportunities, the communication between them is bound to be difficult.

Can I still maintain a rational judgment when facing my fellow clan and facing the royal family, and what should I do if the other party uses my identity to oppress others and make unreasonable demands? Will they listen to them well?

Mira didn't know all this.

How to use a sword, how to ride a horse, and how to fight is one thing, but the role that Henry asks her to play, the "battle" she undertakes, is in another way very heavy on such an important question, which may be closely related to the fate of the entire Loan nation.

"It's useless to think too much......" she shook her little head and patted her little face, then lifted the quilt and got inside.

"The boat is naturally straight to the bridge. Mira said this, and closed her eyes. (To be continued.) )