The early morning sun shone down, illuminating the ** guy. After a long while, he slowly stood up towards the sunlight.
Lorenzo rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned loudly.
Everything was the same as usual, nothing had changed. He got up and put on the slippers beside the bed. Old Dunling welcomed the long-awaited winter, but the first snow had not yet arrived.
Since the rainstorm, the temperature in Old Dunling has been dropping again and again. Lorenzo was soon awakened by the low temperature in the room and could not help but wrap himself tightly in his pajamas.
It stands to reason that Old Dunling would start to supply heating, and high-temperature air would flow through the heating pipes throughout the room to bring warmth to people. However, with the destruction of the Mechanical Institute and the chaos in the underground world, such supply has been delayed for a long time, and there is no sign of resumption so far.
The aftermath of the rainstorm is still raging, and everything seems to have returned to many years ago when technology was not well developed. Some people feel nostalgic, while others find it difficult to adapt.
"Ah... It's so cold."
Lorenzo complained and walked to the fireplace to add firewood to the flickering flames. He pushed the sofa over and was warmed by the flames. Lorenzo fell into the soft and comfortable sofa. He began to think about whether he should sleep in the living room tonight. It was much warmer than his own room.
A relaxing day, no monsters, no troublesome people or things, only a slightly bad environment.
Lorenzo felt a little dizzy and was wondering whether he should sleep here again, but there was a burst of noise on the street. As the day dawned, more people came to the street. Even though the situation was so bad, everyone still had to go on with their lives.
Because of the war that took place in Old Dunling, most of the Iron Snake lines are under maintenance, and the unfortunate citizens can only get up early and walk to work. Moreover, because the war has had too many impacts, even with the treatment of anti-memes, rumors are still rampant in Old Dunling.
There were all kinds of theories, some so bizarre that Lorenzo felt they were something that could only be found in novels.
The municipal government is eager to reassure the public, but with the arrival of winter, more problems arise.
Accidents were already frequent in Old Dunling in winter. After the war, the condensed cold brought more problems. Every day there were steam pipe ruptures or even more troublesome things. Old Dunling was like a dying giant, making its last struggle for survival.
Lorenzo was too lazy to think about these things. He could just leave these matters to the scavengers. There was no need for him to worry so much.
Through the ice-covered glass, you can see some people holding signs, denouncing the authorities' conspiracy, shouting that they should have the right to know... There are countless such things.
Lorenzo remembered something. He stood up, walked to the door, pushed it open, and took in today's newspaper.
A piece of news dominated the headlines. The damage suffered by Old Dunling could not be hidden from those who were truly alert. Although there were nation builders intervening between countries, their power still could not determine everything. The world war that had been brewing for a long time finally began.
Probably a few days ago, Gaulnalo and Inglvig started the first round of collision in the White Tide Strait. The specific casualties are unclear, but it seems that it was not too serious. It was just a mutual test. The armies of the Viking countries were entrenched on the sea and did not rush in.