Strange friends, I live in Mankaris. A true Mankaris.
My hometown, Mankaris, is separated from the interior by a majestic mountain range. Thanks to this mountain range, there are no completely cold areas depending on the water vapor from the sea. It's always warm here, but if you dislike the humidity here, there's really no place to make up for it. The traces left by glaciers in the early years here run through the place where it meets the sea - the fjord is really beautiful. At least that's what I think.
There is no red tape and the air here is fresh.
I didn't feel that way in the past. Ever since my father took me to Kelunsti, where an attendant taught me how to salute the great emperor; ever since I went to the Green Forest of Fontaine, where everyone looked down upon me for running into the woods without shoes, I understood that I was a barbarian from Mankaris. I argued with them, but they actually laughed disdainfully, turned around and left with their skirts thicker than mine. I didn't tell anyone about this. I felt ashamed, angry, and powerless.
Okay, let's talk about something interesting.
Mankaris is not just a country above the sea, we also built cities under the sea. From the bottom of the sea to the sea surface and against the continental shelf, a nearly vertical city was built. The large amount of energy under the sea has made us an industrial capital. The industrial university in the past and the current university of science and technology have attracted people from all over the world to Mankaris and spread the word about Mankaris. In Mankaris, you can see ancient wooden oars bringing fishing goods ashore, and cruise ships from all over the world also whine into the port. We are also very open. In a teahouse, we can have locals like us, elves from across the ocean, vampires, orcs, people from various countries - in short, the race is very rich.
If you want to travel here, you still have to be careful. There are many people and there is a mixture of good and bad, although we have tried our best to strengthen security.
By the way, my name is Anastasia, just call me Asiya.
Finally, I wish you a happy life.
This was a letter that Asiya wanted to put into a drift bottle. She plugged the glass lid of the drift bottle and threw it outwards. A small ripple appeared on the ocean in the distance, and the bottle followed the waves and moved away.
Asiya, who had an ordinary childhood, lived a carefree life in the magical world. In the process of continuous growth, the truth of the past is revealed.
Daily works. Not so routine
Purpose: Live a relaxed life