Fontaine, a city surrounded by water, is quiet but full of vitality. In the morning mist, the water ripples, like an elegant ink painting, exuding a faint bookish atmosphere. As a traveler, I stepped into this land and felt its calm and warm breath.
Daily commissions are the call of the city of Fontaine to me. The four tasks, although not heavy, are linked together, like a comic strip, unfolding the details of life in this city bit by bit.
The first task is to assist a researcher in repairing a mechanical device that was dispersed by the water flow. The device is like the pulse of the city. Under the impact of the water flow, it lost its balance. The power of water is silent, but it has endless majesty. Diving into the water, I felt the coolness and tenacity of the water, which is very much like the soul of this city. The process of repairing the device is a dialogue with nature and a protection of order.
The second task is to deliver a court document to the designated person. The court building is solemn and majestic, with towering stone pillars and sunlight shining through the window lattices. Although the document is light, it carries the weight of justice. At the moment of submitting the document, I seemed to hear the footsteps of the law, steady and powerful, guarding the peace of the land of Fontaine.
As the task was completed, my reputation gradually increased. Reputation is not only the growth of numbers, but also the recognition of me by the people of Fontaine. It is like an invisible certificate, witnessing the trust and bond between me and this city.
Next is the task of driving away the phantoms. Phantoms are like the shadows of this city, appearing from time to time and disturbing the tranquility. Driving them away is like lighting a bright lamp in the dark, so that every corner of this city can remain clear. Every time I swing my sword, it is an insistence on peace and a watch for the future.
Although the daily commissions are simple, they are like thin silk threads that closely connect me to Fontaine. Every time I complete a task, I can feel the pulse of this city and the rhythm of life.
The story of Fontaine is not about grand epics, but about the warmth that flashes in the ordinary day after day. It reminds me of those ancient books, which tell not only history, but also the warmth and tenacity of human hearts.
As dusk falls, the lights gradually light up, and the water city is shrouded in soft light and shadow. Standing on a high place and looking far away, Fontaine is like a pearl inlaid on the water, quietly telling its own story.
As a traveler, I will continue to move forward on this road. Fontaine’s daily commissions are the ladder of my growth and the bridge for me to establish a deep friendship with this city.
In the future, there are more secrets waiting for me to reveal, and more stories waiting for me to write.
And I am willing to feel and cherish every ordinary moment with my heart.
This is Fontaine, this is the story of the traveler.
