Chapter 351 350 The Northern Cities Fall

Chapter 351 350. The cities in the north fell

Winter Festival is one of the most important festivals in the four major countries of Mera.

At a time when magic cannot produce food from the land, hard work is the only way that the earth can give gifts to humans.

The greedy land annexation by aristocratic landowners, the oppression of common people and forcing them to change from territorial subjects to legal slaves are all in order to have more say - food.

A good harvest has become the common wish of everyone. The nobles long for wealth and status improvement, the common people hope to have surplus food, and the slaves long for less whippings and a sumptuous meal during the winter festival.

Symbolizing the end of the year, it means moving from cold to warmth, and praying for a good harvest in the coming year. On snowy winter days, various countries will hold grand celebrations and dinners to wash away the filth of the year and usher in a new beginning with a clean and brand-new self.

Solon is no exception. This year the Winter Festival celebration of the nobles was held at the Duke Quinton's Manor in the royal city of Rodmere.

Since Devic II, in order to show the unity of the nobility and the joy of the people, the royal family has moved the celebration out of the palace, and the influential dukes in the royal city have taken turns to hold it.

The emperor will definitely come to the scene in person, free a slave for each person present, pour newly brewed mead on the earth, and place bread and cooked meat on the highest place to worship the sky.

Tanya arrived not too early. Under the lighting crystal, in the Duke of Quinton's manor house, the nobles were already holding glasses filled with wine, smiling and inviting everyone around them to clink glasses.

Clothes from the fashionable city of Sligo dominated the gala dinner, with summer, autumn and winter styles competing here.

The woman wearing the "old-style" tutu is proudly like a victorious rooster, using the huge skirt to cut through the crowds of people wearing the latest fashion, but the crowds always "heal" again after they pass by, those light, Beautiful, seductive clothes fascinate them, but those ancient...should rot.

The novel wind in Sligo melted the ice of conservatism in the simplest and crudest way. The most primitive demand for beauty and some ancient impulse made the nobles of various countries happy to see this change.

The church still preaches that this is a temptation from the devil, leading people to fall, but the fact is often that the lower class are willing to listen but unable to buy, while the upper class listeners are gradually abandoned by the trend and become out of place, just like the chiefs of primitive tribes entering a magnificent palace. .

The young women in evening dresses were modest and a little disdainful, smiling and making way for these "cocks" again and again. They raised their hands intentionally or unintentionally, revealing the translucent black and white that gently wrapped their wrists. Colored silk wristbands, and When receiving compliments, she flaunted the corners of her skirt, revealing stockings of various colors that once belonged to men but are now popular among women. The looming skin shone with hazy beauty, and the curves that aroused imagination aroused the excitement of countless people. Heart.

Like a huge show, the warm fireplace makes the spacious hall as warm as spring, giving great freedom to women who are eager to show off their exquisite figures and fair bodies, and also giving young men with strong hormones a chance to show off their strong bodies. opportunity.

The black corseted evening dress made Tanya, who has a well-proportioned figure, become the focus of everyone's attention the moment she entered the room. Polite and polite compliments came one after another. She responded well and kept a smile that no one could see through. There was a sense of presence, and then the servant led him out of the mansion on the pretext of needing some air.

Knowing that Tanya was thirsty, Honghong brought out a glass of wine.

"Thank you..." Before the wine entered her mouth, Tanya suddenly spotted the burly figure in the shadow not far away.

She took a sip and walked forward with a smile: "Brother, are you having a tryst with your lovely secretary?"

Zenil glanced at Tanya, and continued to calmly explain the execution matters of the clerk's territory, without any hesitation, and it was shockingly frank.

It wasn't until the clerk finished recording and left that Zenil turned around and said, "I have to deal with territorial affairs. What about you? Why did you come out?"

"I'm tired of hearing their compliments." Tanya chuckled.

Zenil lowered his head and looked at it carefully for a while, and then...a ball of light emerged from his palm, illuminating Tanya with bright but not dazzling light.

Like a good artist evaluating a work of art rigorously and meticulously, Zenil said after a long time: "This one looks great."

Just when Tanya was about to say "perfunctory", Zenil added.

"Sela has worn this outfit, exactly the same, and looks better than you. You know, she has a good figure, tall, beautiful, and bright, so this dress has been imprinted with her marks, and you are indeed not as good as her. "

"Of course, if you don't compare, just from the perspective of clothing matching, Tanya... you are really beautiful."

Very rigorous... infuriatingly rigorous!

Tanya wanted to get angry, but looking at her brother's serious face, she lost her temper.

"Sure enough, you can't please women. No wonder Sera chose Lu Yu instead of you... Women need to conquer, not just conquer. Brother, politics, force, wisdom, your excellence makes people jealous, but in love Aspect...you always have tons of jokes to offer.”

Zenil was about to say something when a noisy sound came from the room not far away.

Duke Quinton's butler came out with a team of guards, dragging a group of slaves whose hands and feet were bound with ropes and chains. The last butler walked out and cursed: "How dare you steal and eat only distinguished guests?" Food, flogging, execution!”

The slaves sentenced to death knelt down instantly. They ignored the guards' pulling and kowtowed desperately for mercy and begged for life humbly.

"Master... we are too hungry... we haven't had food for a day, our stomachs are burning... we just picked up some unwanted garbage that was about to be thrown away..."

Before the slave finished speaking, the whip fell on him.

"When did you have the right to talk back?"

"Ah!" The man was whipped on the back and immediately rolled in the snow.

"Everyone in the castle has not eaten for a day to welcome the guests. Why are you the only one who is hungry, you stinking rat!"

"Ah... please, stop beating me..."

"You dare to shout and disturb the distinguished guests. What awaits you will never be relief!"

As the guards rushed forward, the whips took turns to open the slave who spoke first. After a while, he stopped rolling and wailing in a bloody mess.

The guard kicked the man straight with his foot and tried to breathe: "Not dead yet."

"Take him to the old place. Today is the Cold Festival. The Duke's pets will like fresh blood."

"What about these thieves?" the guard asked.

"Does the Duke have only one pet?" After scolding the guard, the butler stopped several servants who had just come from the distant kitchen. "Hurry up, hurry up, Duke Bella has just asked us why there are no wine-cooked steaks. What about the honey venison that Marquis Colin wants... It has been sent over, that's good."

Zenier glanced at Tanya: "Do you want fame?"

"This is the slave of Duke Quinton." Tanya said.

"Today is the Cold Festival. Such festivals should be less bloody." After that, Zenier stepped out.

Tanya leaned against the wall quietly, watching the butler from being arrogant to bowing, watching the slaves who were desperate to die kissing Zenier's feet... She was thoughtful and said nothing.

The appearance of the black owl pushed the Winter Festival to its climax. Dressed in his best clothes, Divik walked through the half-kneeling nobles in the hall, his steady and powerful steps echoing, declaring his supreme authority.

Divik was in a good mood. Going south to Civita to lure the lords who were ready to make a move to reveal their true colors. Their collusion with the snow monster was really an unexpected gain. The "evidence" prepared before was no longer needed. Solon could legitimately eradicate their roots without any excuse.

The influence of the empire should not be underestimated. People think that it has taken a nap and that they can have strange thoughts just because their sharp claws cannot touch the distant border. This is just the arrogance of them who can sit in that position without any wisdom - unreasonable arrogance.

Going to Civita is to sweep away maggots and intimidate the lords; the second is to use their bodies as bait to attract the snow monster to appear and kill it.

The people sang that he had set his sights on the various tribes in Solon, determined to change their fate...

Solon was like a sophisticated puppet under the hands of a puppeteer, operating perfectly... Since it was so perfect, why should it be changed?

The power structure was stable, and each position had been occupied by suitable people. As the head of Solon, Divik had to maintain the current order. The change of the power framework was the last option for the ruler to consider.

Divik was not interested in changing the situation of the races outside the seven major tribes in Solon.

To this day, Solon, a country established after the invasion of the Spirit of Infection, has been operating smoothly for 572 years. Although there have been occasional small storms in the past, causing ripples on the quiet lake, they eventually returned to calm.

In the past 572 years, Solon, born from the corpse of Melias, has stood firm and prospered through wind and rain. Now and in the future, Solon is still the same-except for the magic tide, nothing can defeat the iron-like order and suffocating conservatism.

In order to deal with the possible coming magic tide, Divik had already made preparations in advance. He provoked his offspring to fight and let them grow up and mature in a harsh environment.

When the magic tide was reshuffled, even if the huge Solon fell apart, they who had territories and accumulated resources in various parts of Solon would revive with the name of "Solon".

With this layout, Divik believed that Solon's rule over this land would continue indefinitely.

He personally poured the honey wine praying to the Earth Mother for a good harvest.

He placed bread and meat on the top of the castle bell tower while riding Pegasus, and personally rang the bell three times to pray for good weather in the coming year.

Untie the ropes that bound the slaves, burn the contract representing freedom with fire, and spread kindness to show the sincerity of this heart.

Thunderous applause rang when the slaves regained their freedom. Those who participated in the release were full of joy, enjoying the recognition and praise brought by kindness. Bathed in the intoxicating applause, they politely saluted the sky and the earth.

Flying snow blinded Tanya's eyes. She pushed aside the hair covering her eyebrows and eyes, and saw from the corner of her eyes that a person with a purple face and unsteady steps broke into the area where the black owls were deployed.

Many people noticed this embarrassed intruder, and Zenil, who was talking to the clerk, suddenly felt a little uneasy.

After a while, a black owl walked straight to Divik and whispered in his ear.

Divik's pupils shrank, and he immediately found an excuse to decline the invitation of several dukes and got on the carriage back to the palace.

After arriving at the study, the suppressed emotions finally broke out. Divik, with a frosty face, asked: "Explain to me clearly, what does it mean to lose contact completely!"

"Literally, Blue Helmet, Taro Banyan, Star Gold...the three northern border cities lost contact last night, and the magic messengers of the twelve surrounding city-states are no longer able to effectively transmit messages."

"Several magicians from the large-scale Xiangfeng Adventure Group in the north of Solon were invited to accompany the cavalry. After going deep into the Star Gold City area, all the communications they maintained failed, and the magic messengers could no longer locate their positions."

"There was a surprise attack in the north?" Dewek walked towards the wall and pointed at several city-states that had lost contact. "The forest elves launched a full-scale war?"

"A total war will not result in a city-state that cannot even escape a living person. It will interfere with the transmission of information by more than a dozen city-states. The lookout forest elf does not have such power. If it is a sea monster, I will be willing to believe it." Black Owl calmly responded. analyze.

"Do you mean that my Solon people were swallowed up by a giant beast and disappeared completely?" Dewek snorted coldly.

After many checks by Black Owl, another travel-worn messenger was introduced into the study.

"Honeywind City has completely lost contact, and all twelve messengers operating in the surrounding areas have lost contact... In the last communication, they relayed an extremely strange statement from a magician in the city."

"Weird?" Dwek, who was in an anxious mood, frowned immediately after hearing this description.

The messenger tremblingly presented the magic instrument that preserved the magician's voice. After the Black Owl checked that it was fine, it started playing it on the request of Dwek.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the spacious study room, and with the rhythm of breathing, everyone's heart was tightly clenched.

"My dead child... he opened a thousand eyes... and embraced me with countless hands..."

The magician's voice was hoarse and dry, and the rhythm of his words was like a low-class opera singer holding a script and reciting the script, but the words seemed to be filled with a strange magic that made people dizzy.

"What a beautiful light, purple... enchanting..."

"Ah...child, that is my child...he is back, he is calling me..."

shudder.

Even the well-informed black owl can't help but feel breathless when hearing words full of madness and fantasy.

The shocked Dewek said angrily because he was frightened: "So, what happened to our northern city-states? The fifteen frontline city-states with large populations are the pride of the empire. The highly active messengers only Can you give me such a mysterious and incomprehensible quote from a madman? "

"Who is our enemy?"

"Has the city fallen?"

The messenger was sweating profusely and did not dare to raise his head.

Dewek stopped looking at the messenger and said in a deep voice: "Since they have the ability to prevent the magic messenger from delivering the message, it proves that their appetite is more than this. The fifteen northern border cities cannot satisfy them, and they will definitely ask for more northern border towns. soil!"

"Send magicians, powerful magicians, to the cities near the lost city-state to establish smooth communications. I want to know who is isolating our land of Solon!"