Chapter 290: The World of 1618 (1)
It’s been nearly 30 years since the angel descended to this land.
The population of the Virginia community has easily surpassed 300,000, and nameless faction churches and knight strongholds are being established throughout North America.
The large-scale construction connecting Croatoan Island to the mainland is in its final stages, and several steamships have appeared, traveling along the east coast of North America.
Of course, communication between the Continental Covenant and Europe is still handled by clippers.
And the clipper sailors who returned with news from Europe received a summons from an exalted person. They approached him with tension.
Following the road from Chesapeake southward and crossing several bridges, the "Holy Land" comes into view. The captain and navigator briefly kneel and pray before the boundary marker of the Holy Land, then continue forward.
To the green-roofed mansion.
There the nameless one was waiting.
They gazed nervously at the angel tending to grapes in the house. The captain and navigator swallowed, feeling their lips go dry.
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As the community’s population grew, the angel who had once been as familiar as a neighbor to the people was gradually becoming a harder-to-meet presence.
These sailors, too, had only recently joined the community. The feeling they had toward the angel was closer to reverence than familiarity.
They looked up at the celestial being.