Chapter 501 Speechless Anniversary

After the breakfast, Gawain did not immediately start dealing with territorial affairs as usual, but stopped Hetty who was about to leave: "Is there any urgent matter at the government affairs hall in the morning?"

"No," Hetty replied, not knowing why, "the winter work plan has been arranged, and there are only some daily affairs this morning - can be handed over to the assistant."

"Then don't rush to the government affairs hall, and accompany me to walk around the city."

Ten minutes later, Gawain and Hetty had arrived at the central block of Cecil City, and Amber, as a guard, also followed.

Walking on the streets of this new city, the unique vitality and vitality of Cecil City can be heard, the voices of people and cars and horses can be heard one after another. Healthy citizens, although it has now entered the late autumn, the weather is getting colder day by day due to the reduced activity of the giant sun, but the coldness has not affected the lives of the Cecil people at all. On the contrary, due to the large number of new projects in the North Shore New City With the opening of , countless jobs and life opportunities are attracting more and more people to join the city and go to work. At this moment, Cecil is as lively as ever.

However, just over two years ago, this kind of thing was unimaginable for the Ansu people - even for any country in the northern part of the continent.

So whenever he walks on the streets of Cecil City, Gawain will feel a sense of relief, and this relief will also make him feel the fact that he is alive in this world more, and make him realize that he is I have become inextricably linked to this world, realizing that my efforts and actions have not been meaningless.

Amber followed Gawain, she glanced at the latter strangely, and seemed to see a little strangeness in the rather majestic face: As the lord's guard, she was with Gawain even for a long time. She is longer than Heidi and Rebecca. Whether she likes it or not, she is already familiar with the details in each of Gawain's expressions. She can see that Gawain has something on his mind, but she doesn't know whether to ask.

Fortunately, Hetty is still with him. Hetty may not be as good at observing words as Amber, but she is a meticulous and sensitive person. After a little hesitation, the "big housekeeper" said with concern: "Ancestor, do you have something on your mind? "

Gawain really had something on his mind—he was thinking about the civil war outside the rock fortress, thinking about the few years before the Principality of Cecil would develop steadily, thinking about the threat of the God of Light and other gods, thinking about those who had been silent for the near future. Is the one-year-old cultist brewing a new conspiracy, but in Hetillo's worried gaze, he just said casually: "After Lu'an City is settled down... We can develop in peace for a few years."

"As you said," Hetty bowed his head slightly, "part of the production and construction plans have been scheduled for the second half of next year, as long as there is no major change in the external situation,

The next few years will be the most critical period of development for the Principality. "

"Yeah... The premise is that there is no major change in the external situation..." Gawain said slowly, but in his mind he couldn't help but think of the powerful and coveted country: Typhon, the empire that has already walked at the key intersection of change, still How long will you sit and watch the civil war in Ansu? What are they going to do when Ansu is weakened?

Maybe it's time to speed up the arrangement on Daniel's side...

However, Gawain's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a scene on the street not far away.

He saw a group of people coming out from the corner of the street, each wearing a straw ring made of some kind of gray-white thatch around their necks, carrying pockets in their hands, and constantly pulling out small white flowers from their pockets, pinning them on the road along the way. On each door, he also suddenly noticed that many pedestrians on the road were actually wearing small white flowers - some on their collars, some on their hats, and some simply holding them in their hands.

"What's the situation?" Gao Wen raised his finger and pointed not far away, "What are they doing?"

Amber glanced over there and said casually, "Oh, it will be An Ling's Day in two days, and many people in the city are preparing."

"An Ling Festival?" Gawain was confused, "Is it a festival? Did it happen last year?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, Hetty suddenly hesitated when he spoke: "Last year... Last year there were actually festivals, but at that time the territory was still very unstable and supplies were very tight, so there were only some small-scale activities, you probably didn't pay attention."

"Is that so?" Gawain was still a little confused, "But how come I never knew about this festival?"

Hetty glanced at Gawain, and his face became a little weird: "This festival...you don't know it is normal. It only came after you... died in battle. On the 45th day of the frost month every year, people wear Grass rings, decoration of death chrysanthemums on doors and clothes, nightly bonfire ceremonies and dances to commemorate the deceased and communicate with the souls of the deceased.”

"Oh, it's my 'after death' festival, no wonder," Gawain suddenly realized, and then immediately woke up, "Wait, the 45th of the Frost Moon? Isn't that the last time I went to the battlefield 700 years ago... "

"As you think," Hetty's face became even more eccentric, "this festival is to commemorate you - at first it was just a commemorative ceremony held spontaneously by the people of Cecil Land, and then the first king of Charles and the others found the country. The dukes also held their own activities to commemorate you, and in the 27th year of Ansu, it will become a national festival..."

Gao Wen: "..."

Does this mean that in two days, Quan Ansu's people will collectively celebrate his death with flowers on fire and singing and dancing? !

At this time, he really wanted to say "Mom" like Nicholas Egg, but considering that the image of the old ancestor was forcibly held back, he couldn't help but muttered strangely: "You... no, I've already come back to life, don't you think there's something wrong with everyone celebrating this festival?"

"No way... After all, it's been seven hundred years..." The expression on Heidi's face was almost tangled to death, but she knew that the ancestor must be more entangled than herself at the moment, so she could only bite the bullet and explain, "This festival Its origin has become something that can only be written in history books, and only aristocrats and scholars know one or two things—and it has to be the kind with relatively good academics. For ordinary people, Anling Day has evolved into an ordinary festival. , is the day when they commemorate their ancestors, comfort their ancestors, communicate with their souls, and pray for peace...this...you should understand..."

"I..." Gawain was already sweating white hair on his forehead, but after thinking hard, he found that he really could only understand - "I" died for seven hundred years, except for the first dozen or so. Years away, generations of Ansu people have long been accustomed to commemorating their ancestors on this day. In this world where there are true gods and most ceremonial festivals are related to gods, this is probably the only one that has nothing to do with gods. It's a ceremonial festival, what else can he do if he doesn't understand?

"Okay, I understand, I understand," Gawain rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. At this moment, he suddenly felt that so many of his previous worries had taken a back seat. "Let's celebrate..."

Heidi breathed a sigh of relief. She was nervous to death just now. After all, although this festival is a "remembrance of a great ancestor", it is theoretically a matter of glory, but after the ancestor himself climbed out of the coffin, did he think it was worthwhile? Commemorating is another matter. In all fairness, she doesn't think it's a happy thing for people all over the country to dance around a bonfire to commemorate her death--and they do it once a year...

But before she could breathe out, she was interrupted by a sudden, energetic voice: "Master Ancestor! Aunt! Ah and Amber! You are here!"

Heidi looked up and saw Rebecca jumping up and down from a distance, and the first thing she saw was that silly roe deer holding a large number of death chrysanthemums...

On the spot, she realized clearly and calmly: Oh, it's over.

With such a stunned effort, Rebecca had already run to the three of Gawain. The girl greeted Gawain cheerfully, and then looked at Heidi: "Aunt! The Anling Day is coming soon, let's I missed it last year, this year should be normal, right?"

Hetty almost gritted his teeth and lowered his voice: "Ri-B-Cha--"

Rebecca didn't realize what was wrong with the atmosphere at all: "Huh?"

Hetty opened her mouth and was about to remind the girl to recall the origin of the Anling Day, but unexpectedly Amber, who had been watching quietly for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "Speaking of which, how did the members of your Cecil family celebrate the Anling's Day? of?"

Amber, an excellent MIB chief, a spy chief, an expert in intelligence warfare and sabotage operations, one of the biggest promoters of the textbook-level public opinion warfare "Luan Awakening" incident, has three major specialties in life: stealing graves, escaping, and Arch fire.

Rebecca fell directly into the pit, and began to say with great joy: "In fact, most of the content is the same as everyone else-in the daytime, decorate the death chrysanthemum on the doorway and under the window edge, so that the ancestors can find it. The road to home, and then hold a bonfire party in the evening, eat, drink, dance, etc., and prepare more food to entertain the souls of the ancestors. In the next morning, put away all the death chrysanthemums and send them to Family cemetery, so that souls can be sent back to where they rest..."

As Rebecca spoke, she looked at Gawain: "By the way, Lord Ancestor, do you want to... eh?"

Gawain looked at Rebecca expressionlessly: "How about you just give me the flowers in your hand? It can save you the trouble."

Rebecca: "..."

Gawain looked at Heidi again, and continued to be expressionless: "It's just that the child's history has not been learned well - no one told her about the origin of An Ling's Day? After all, it is the heir of the family."

Rebecca finally fully reacted at this time, and she stood up straight with a cold sweat on her head: "I... I know! An Ling Festival was originally held to commemorate the founding Duke Gawain Cecil. The commemorative event officially became a festival in the 27th year of Ansu..."

Gawain couldn't help but knocked on the head of this silly roe deer: "Don't you know all about it!"

Rebecca rubbed the place where she was knocked: "I just didn't react..."

Gawain looked helpless: How can such a genius mind that can seamlessly switch between magical technology and mechanical fields be so upright and necrotic in other fields?

Rebecca shrank her neck while watching the change in Gawain's expression: "Then...then let's not celebrate An Ling's Day in our family... Anyway, Lord Ancestor, you are alive."

However, Gawain did not give an answer immediately. He just looked at the crowds on the street not far away who were preparing for the An Ling Festival, but a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

After a short thought, he finally broke the silence: "An Ling's Day... there is still something to do, I will spend it with you this year."

This time, not only Heidi and Rebecca's eyes widened, but even Amber, who was watching the play next to him, was taken aback: "Ha?! What is your hobby?"

"Those who have climbed out of the coffin don't need to be commemorated, but other souls... need consolation," Gawain sighed softly, "The fire in old Cecil... It's been two years."