"Miss Hexia, do you know about the regression of civilization?"
In the winter house, the firewood in the fireplace burned quietly, and the pewter teapot hanging above continuously bubbled, the liquid inside boiling, and a slight fragrance wafting with the steam.
"Regression?" The girl seemed to have heard this term in psychology.
"Yes, it refers to civilization abandoning its originally advanced lifestyle and turning to primitive ways of living." Sigismund stood up, took the heated teapot down, then poured the boiling hot water into the cups in front of the two of them.
He placed the teapot on a nearby iron bench, sat down again, and recounted the events on this planet.
"To the east of this land live many wild tribes, outnumbering the settlements and tribes around Shilin Mountain Castle."
"You must be curious about how those wild tribes came to be."
"Indeed." The girl nodded.
