Chapter 918 Speech

Saturday morning.

Dixie Bay, Enki Town.

The sky was surprisingly clear, cloudless and the sun was shining brightly.

It's just that the temperature is lower, but compared to the cities of Backlund or Tingen.

The temperature in Enqi Town is still much warmer.

Harri Bell put on a long skirt, and with the assistance of her personal maid, she put on a long black dress that reached her knees.

She wore a hat of the same color with a veil hanging down, which made her look far older than her years.

She came to the hall to meet her mother.

Anilu smiled and looked at her daughter: "Are you sure you want to dress like this today?"

Harri Bell turned around and smiled, "Isn't that good, ma'am?"

"A bit old-fashioned." Anilu gave a pertinent evaluation.

Harri Bell disagreed: "Didn't you say that the style of clothes depends on the occasion?"

"Our king is going to make a speech today, and it's a serious matter."

"Similarly, today's square is also a solemn occasion."

"I think it's more appropriate to wear like this."

Anilu stretched out her arms for her daughter to hold: "It seems that my daughter has grown up."

The mother and daughter went out and boarded the carriage.

"I don't know what happened to my brother."

Heri Belle thought of Xifa, and her face was a little sad: "I heard that the east coast of Jianhai suffered a lot of damage, so he probably won't participate in the battle there?"

Anilu held her daughter's hand on her knee: "Don't worry about him."

"Sifa is stronger and stronger than we imagined."

"He's an amazing kid."

Harribell raised her head, and the small face under the veil looked proud: "Of course, he is the youngest general in the kingdom!"

The carriage drove out of the golden champagne avenue and headed towards Memorial Square.

on the way.

Harri Bell saw many pedestrians.

Residents of the small town gathered towards the square.

After the war broke out, Enqi Town was basically unaffected, but recently, there has been an influx of people from other places.

Most of them came from near the east coast of Jianhai.

This makes the number of people in the memorial square extraordinarily large today.

"Recently, there are more people in the town, especially women and children."

Anilu looked out the window and sighed softly: "Most men have gone to war, and their children's husbands may not see spring."

"And they have to run around for food every day, no amount of donations is enough."

Harri Bell pursed her lips and said, "I really hope the war will end soon."

At last they came to the square.

There are policemen in the square maintaining order. Since Bison is now a member of the House of Lords, the mother and son of Anilu are taken by the police to a place with awnings, seats, drinks and refreshments.

This is the VIP table for the dignitaries of the town.

look around.

The square was crowded with people.

Harri Bell saw some strange things on the pillars in the square.

They were large at one end and small at the other, painted in dark blue paint, and connected to some kind of cable.

"That's a radio"

Anilu said in a low voice: "They seem to be based on the principle of telegraphs, allowing the king's speech to be transmitted to various towns at the same time."

"I've heard they're powered by the University of Tingen, where they've been developing some kind of technology."

"A technology that allows people to communicate in real time while being thousands of miles apart."

"Now this technology can be used initially."

Harri Bell opened her mouth slightly: "It's amazing."

In a blink of an eye.

Nine o'clock sharp.

The broadcasters on those stone pillars suddenly emitted a series of voices.

Zizizi. Rustling.

After a while, a deep voice came from inside.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your emperor, ruler of Loen, East Balam, and Rorsted Islands, George Augustus III."

"...I am very happy and very heavy to tell you that we have finally stopped the first phase of the Feysacs' offensive and thwarted their plan to destroy Loen within three months...

"...However, too many excellent young people have died on the front line and in this war. They should have a better future. They should have accompanied their parents when they grew old, matured with their spouses, and let their children live in Growing up little by little in an environment full of love, having a wonderful childhood...

"...the Feysacs destroyed all of this..."

Following the king's speech, there were thin weeping sounds in the square.

Sad emotions are emerging, converging, and brewing little by little.

The eye sockets of many people began to turn red.

Someone thought of their own son, cared for him from birth to growing up, from watching him toddler to watching him marry and have children.

Then, the kind, upright, gentle kid.

No matter which battlefield he died in battle, even the body could not be found.

Some people think of their husbands, the shyness of holding hands for the first time, the romance of the first kiss, and the excitement of stepping into the church.

But after that person went to the battlefield, he never came back.

Even last week, I got a letter from him.

But two days later, the news of his death was obtained.

Sad emotions are gathering.

In the broadcaster on the stone pillar, the king said solemnly.

"Let us observe a moment of silence for our heroes here, ladies and gentlemen, and say after me in your hearts:

"In the name of Emperor George III, may the dead souls be at peace, and may they become eternity in the country where they believe in gods."

These words carried an invisible majesty, making everyone in the square, including Anilu and Holly Bell, bow their heads involuntarily.

They all clasped their hands and muttered silently.

"In the name of Emperor George III..."

The outskirts of Backlund.

A figure lifted its invisibility and appeared.

She has shiny black hair, a slightly round face, a pretty face, a little sweet, and an outstanding temperament. She is the witch Triss.

She looked around and frowned slightly, which was endearing.

"It's the appointed time, those 'hunters' won't miss the appointment, right?"

At the end of the sentence.

A slightly low, hoarse voice came.

"Talking about someone's back is not a gentleman's job."

"Oh, I forgot."

"You are already a witch, and you probably forgot how to play a gentleman."

Triss looked gloomy, turned around, and saw someone coming.

Wearing a black double-breasted woolen coat, a black vest and a white shirt inside, and a half-height silk top hat.

Typical Loen gentleman style.

It's just that this gentleman wore a black iron mask without any patterns on his face.

Only two eyes are exposed.

"You are?" Triss looked at the other party vigilantly.

"I am your assistant today."

"According to your letter to Dean, I just need to assist you in destroying the mausoleum."

"So, there is no need to exchange names."

The man pressed his hat, bowed slightly and said, "Then, please ma'am."

"Please lead the way."

I was invited to watch "Jurassic World 3" tomorrow, so I will ask for a day off (*'▽'*)