The night was uneventful. It was just after dawn when Esme Crane was already walking above the foggy country roads. She used a rag as a headscarf to wrap her face so as not to be recognized. Her footsteps are hurried and she looks around, describing herself as furtive.
The incandescent day, on the other hand, is the outdoor prayer day in this world, probably because most people are religious. On this day, most people will gather in the central church or square of their residential area for a long daytime mass.
England in the mid-nineteenth century because of the first industrial revolution, the city began to fill the air with industrial soot, coupled with the temperate maritime climate brought about by the perennial rain and fog, its capital city of London gradually has the name of the fog capital.
It wasn't long before she reached Emerson, a river that runs south of Zocta, a tributary of the Dorrans River that runs through the entire city of Zocta, and the town of Emerson is named after its location by Emerson. In the last decade or so, a number of textile factories have gathered along the banks of the river, and most of the women from the villages near Emerson work there, and Esme Crane was one of them.
The weird thing is that this carriage is black from beginning to end, whether it is the horses, all the accessories of the carriage, and even sitting in the driver's seat to drive the car are all dressed in black. The driver wore a hooded cloak that covered his face tightly, only slightly hunched in the fog.
She thought it was a bit strange, who would be in such an early morning in the countryside, and the carriage was dark from beginning to end. But she was in no position to protect herself, and she didn't have the heart to care about anyone else.
After the mass, there is a big gathering and revelry, depending on the situation. Of course, whether it is a silver moon day, incandescent day or a regular day, it will still be affected by the weather, there will be rain, snow, wind, fog and frost and other normal natural weather.
At her side, Cox followed her obediently, not moving an inch.
She was lucky to get a short sleep last night, and it was quiet and dreamless. When she woke up in the morning, her body felt much more relaxed, the pain had largely dissipated, and her arms and legs were getting stronger. A broken spine and neck of the dead overnight and alive and well, this can not be called a medical miracle, simply a miracle.
Esme Crane is now in the cold season, her date of death is November 13, Obsidian Day, today is November 14, Obsidian Day, and the epoch is 1859, the year of the Holy Calendar of Mhadrrith. But the original owner had very fragmented historical information in her memory and had little concept of where the epochs came from.
And Monday Obsidian Day, called Silver Moon Day, a 24-hour day all silver and white moon night, no sunshine; Sunday Obsidian Day, called Incandescent Day, a 24-hour day all white, no night.
This kind of building, it seems, has only recently emerged from Zocta, and gradually spread to some towns in the suburbs of Zocta. The apartment in front of me was built three years ago by the town government of Emerson and is rented to single or working women with good incomes in the town.
Esme Crane walked along the river for a few moments, and by memory and intuition, found the stone bridge that crossed Emerson. This unnamed stone bridge, commonly referred to as the Emerson Bridge, is the only government-funded bridge connecting the east and west sides of Emerson.
Not long after leaving the oak village, she noticed that the inverted city overhead seems to have faded because the light has dawned, but still can faintly see the shadow, there is not very strong sunlight trying to penetrate the diffuse fog to light up the land. Esme Crane made a mental note of the fact that he could not see the moon, but could see the sun, and his doubts deepened.
The Mhadrrith Empire does not have the concept of four seasons, but only two seasons, the warm season and the cold season, the warm season is from April to September every year, warm and rainy, the temperature is kept at 20 degrees.
So she stepped up her pace and quickly crossed the bridge, heading for Emerson town center. When she walked up the stone road leading to the town center, she could already see all kinds of people rising and moving in the early morning, including vegetable vendors, butchers, bakers, fishmongers and drunks who just came out of the street tavern.
But the good thing is that she has a strong heart that has been through all kinds of hellish examinations, and as a calm academic in the eyes of her teachers and classmates, she has always been optimistic and cautious.
Speaking of the sun and the moon, Esme Crane sorted out and summarized the original owner's residual memories before going to bed last night, and had some initial knowledge of the world. What surprised her the most was actually the anomaly of this world's sun and moon operation.
This is not the key, but the key is that the five days from Tuesday's Fire Obsidian Day to Saturday's Obsidian Day are also known as the regular days, in which the day is 12 hours long and the moon is 12 hours long.
Mhadrrith's temperature is measured in degrees Celsius, which is the same as in the previous world.
The stone bridge is not very wide, at least for modern people like Esme Crane who have seen the infrastructure mania super project, it is really small. But in this era of suburban areas, this stone bridge can be said to be very spacious, enough to accommodate three carriages in parallel.
As Esme Crane walked through the countryside, she could smell the pungent smell of soot as she inhaled the moist air between her nostrils.
These people are all white, Esme Crane can not see the familiar yellow face. She couldn't help but wrap her ragged hood tightly around her feet and hurried through the town center, eventually stopping, from memory, outside an apartment in the southeast of town.
This instantly reminded her of the Japanese calendar customs in her previous world, and this world is exactly the same. Monday is called Moon Obsidian, Tuesday is called Fire Obsidian, Wednesday is called Water Obsidian, Thursday is called Wood Obsidian, Friday is called Gold Obsidian, Saturday is called Earth Obsidian, and Sunday is called Sun Obsidian.
This world also has 365 days a year, 12 months, four weeks per month, seven days a week, 24 hours a day, one hour and 60 minutes, one minute and 60 seconds, the length of a second and the previous world should not be too different. But "gold, wood, water, fire, earth, sun, moon" is used as the code for the seven days of the week.
When she reached the middle of the stone bridge, she suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves and the tinkling of horse bells coming from the other side of the bridge. Gazing into the distance, in the light mist, a dark carriage appeared. This is a typical Victorian four-wheeled carriage, the driver's seat in the front of the carriage, two horses pulling the carriage.
Esme Crane watched for a while and saw that no one was walking on the bridge, so she immediately stepped up to it.
On these two unusual days, people's work and rest were also adjusted. The government has stipulated that the only time to go out is from 8:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. on Silver Moon Day, and the rest of the day is under curfew, so people are not allowed to go out.
As an extremely staunch Marxist atheist, Esme Crane felt her worldview was greatly impacted and shaken.
Esme Crane's best friend Talia and her husband Isaac rented it, a one-bedroom apartment, not very spacious, but enough for two people. They have just been married for a year and have no children yet.
He drove quickly across the road before the end of the bridge, from west to east, soon disappeared in the fog, it seems to be going to the northeast of the main city of Zocta. In his haste, Esme Crane only had time to see a strange emblem engraved on the wall of the carriage - a golden shield embedded with two cross-like perpendicular silver cones, surrounded by red ribbons, a dark and conspicuous. As for the person riding in the car, Esme Crane half did not see clearly.
Anna is a chef at the church's Buzan Church and earns a good salary of 350 CUC per week. Her husband is an employee of the railway company, driving the intercity steam train between Emerson Town and Zocta South Station every day, earning 450 copper Canadian miles a week. The Church is divided into five churches, each of which worships one elemental god - the gods of the earth, the sky, the sea, and the fire. ", "God of Fire", and "God of Spirit". This is exactly in line with the theory of the elements that Esme Crane knew sprouted from ancient Greece, namely the four elements of "earth, air, water, and fire" and the fifth element derived from Aristotle, which is also the most common pattern of the Western method pentagram represents the meaning of the five elements. The door was opened and a round-faced, wide-eyed brunette, much shorter than her, appeared before Esme Crane's eyes, still wearing her pajamas and seemingly recently risen. This stems from a bizarre experience in her chi
After about an hour and a half, Esme Crane, who had taken a hot shower in Ann's apartment and changed into a neat and clean dress, finally sat down at the table to eat her breakfast. Hungry, she resisted the urge to gobble up all the beans, mashed potatoes, bacon, and fried eggs on her plate in small bites, and finally poured a large cup of fragrant milk tea into her belly, feeling her soul out of her body and finally having a sense of the reality of being alive. She searched her memory as she ate, remembering that Esme Crane didn't have many suitors, instead she had been bullied growing up and didn't seem to have many friends except Ann. Everyone else disliked her and insulted her as a freak. The woman's looks were beautiful, at least from Esme Crane's own aesthetic point of view extremely good, mixed-race face always outstanding. Her skin is pale but delicate and smooth without blemishes, her eyebrows have the picturesque quality of oriental beauty, a pair of beautiful almond eyes
Esme Crane, confused, asked, "What is the Favourite? What hunter?" And Esme Crane made a disguise, hours before, she was in Ann and Isaac's apartment room in Emerson town center. Ann told her that since she was going to Zocta to make a living and work in a job like delivering newspapers, she had better look sharp. Esme Crane couldn't help but feel the money pouch in her inside jacket pocket, and felt it bulging inside, so she felt a sense of security. Esme Crane smiled and replied with the same pull, "Thanks for your advice, I'll think about it." "I speak badly, but I still want to advise you to go to Zocta and live honestly, do not think about going to any hunter group. If there really is a Hunter Order in this world, so shiny, why does the Church not want to let people know about their existence? There must be a reason for keeping them hidden, and the existence of hunters must not be a good thing." "You shut up Isaac, you fool, you don't even know that you are being deceived by
Isaac seemed to have said everything he wanted to say at once and relapsed into silence. Esme Crane didn't try to talk to Isaac either, she could feel Isaac's kindness and equally his detachment. Zocta South Station is the largest train station in Zocta, and the huge dome design gives Esme Crane a strong sense of the King's Cross station. After the train entered the station, Isaac instructed Esme Crane to get off the train and wait for him at the bench by the conductor's lounge, as he still needed to finish his work before he could leave. Isaac joked with the two while pushing open the saloon door and walked into the bar. esme Crane watched coldly the whole time without saying a word and then also stepped into the bar. The smell of bad tobacco, sweat, body odor, and alcohol made Esme Crane's brain hurt. She frowned and followed Isaac, all the way to the edge of the bar. Suddenly there was a slap on the back, "Ah!" Esme Crane cried out in shock, and her whole body jumped up. "Heh!" E
She thought she couldn't remember so many roads at once, so she just searched for the location of her current hotel and then for the address of the magazine barn given to her by Old Owen, marked them out, and then memorized the way to the magazine barn through the map in advance, in preparation for tomorrow. "Haha, that's true, but Brielle Campbell's job is not a job that many people want to do, and they have to run up almost a hundred flights of stairs every day, and they're exhausted and don't make much money. What... You have someone to introduce?" Old Owen said. "Hey! Owen, remember me?" Isaac greeted familiarly. "Oh, remember, of course I remember, Isaac, the good lad who even bought me a drink last time." The old man chuckled, "I've been Brielle Campbell for so long, my memory is the only thing I have going for me." Esme Crane was not fussy, and after dropping off her luggage and looking at her room, she planned to go downstairs to prepay for her stay, but to her surprise, Is
Esme Crane could not help but feel good as she ran out of the distance with a strong breeze in her face. Esme Crane had been an athlete before, but she had never run with her legs as fast as she did today. When she finally stopped, a strong feeling of hunger grabbed her nerves. By the time she got back to her hotel room, Esme Crane had already eaten her fill at a small restaurant next door to the hotel, which was closed at night because of the curfew in Zocta. In addition to pen, ink and paper, she also bought some miscellaneous but very practical gadgets, compared to pen, ink and paper is really very cheap. For example, a military kettle-style backpack iron pot, the capacity is very considerable, on the back of the body can always be hydrated. A small dagger for cutting things and a pair of scissors will certainly come in handy. Without thinking about it, every cell in Esme Crane's body leapt to its feet, desperate to test out the new powers she had acquired, so she headed straight
A huge clock hung above the front door of the magazine barn, the time read 3:17 and Esme Crane was just in time. She stood still for a moment to catch her breath and surveyed the scene around her by the faint illumination of the sky. Simon was taken aback, for there were few women in this business, and he could not help looking Esme Crane up and down, and then said to Owen, very ungraciously, "Man, I advise you to find a more reliable candidate; how can a woman do our business? Not physically fit to begin with." She couldn't help but wonder if Brielle Campbell's were using this ride to deliver the newspaper? Esme Crane washed up quickly, put her hair up, put on the not-quite-fitting men's clothes again, and walked quickly downstairs. She was hungry again by now, and her eyes were glazed over. All that food she had eaten last night had disappeared to who knows where, and when she got up this morning she noticed that her body seemed less skin and bones, and seemed to have gained some
"May I ask if you allow pets in this house? I have a cat." Esme Crane asked before signing the rental agreement. It is a district library run by the church, not a huge collection of books, but enough to meet Esme Crane's current needs for knowledge of the new world. She stays in this library every day until noon, learning the basics of history, geography, religion and philosophy, culture and even technology. Esme Crane deeply agreed, and she too felt so lucky, as if she hadn't met anything bad since she had climbed out of the grave. She'd found Ann without incident, gotten Isaac's help and met Owen, inexplicably awakened her physical abilities the night before the interview and used them to pass Owen's test, and now she'd gotten a rental without incident. "I've brought you a new tenant, she's my catch, very upwardly mobile girl, I hope you have room for two more rooms." Owen seemed a little unconvinced and said, "You will deliver the evening issue today alone. Don't you give me any