As Lynn pondered in his mind, a series of crackling sounds reached his ears.
He looked up to see crystal-clear ice chunks the size of pebbles falling from the sky.
They continuously hit his helmet, making a crackling sound.
Accompanied by this were droplets of rain among them.
Indeed.
As shown on the [Weather Forecast] panel, it was sleet weather.
Lynn quickened his horse's pace.
After a dozen minutes, Lynn returned to the small town.
Despite the slight sleet, the townspeople were still busy on the streets.
At the dock, workers were hoisting baskets of iron ore from boats onto the dock.
On the Acadia River, boats carrying tree bark headed downstream to the papermaking workshops.
Carriages transported grains and meats from the cellars or warehouses to the kitchen to prepare today's lunch.
On the red brick pavement, some townspeople watched the lord, dressed in black armor and draped in a black cloak, with eyes full of admiration.
They all stopped walking and bowed.
