Something is Off About This Fantasy World (1)

Mid-Autumn. 

The sky looked more blue and more distant than usual. 

The air was crisp and cool. 

Up in the cloudless skies, an eagle lazily glided forward. 

"Cheers!"

Pling~

Sitting on the back of that eagle, four drunk pixies clinked their cups together. 

At the clink of their cups, some liquid spilled out into the air. Blown away by the wind, the glinting fruit wine droplets sprinkled down towards the ground. 

Looking down, it's a magnificent riverside city below. 

White brick walls. Red roof tiles. The renaissance-styled buildings spanned towards the horizons. 

Clean stone-paved roads. Patches of greeneries and small ponds. At the center of the city, a neoclassic mansion sat on a hill. 

(Neoclassic: Basically Greek temple like architecture)

This was Bourland city. The capital of Bourland county. A vast city. The home of five million residents.