New Year's Day in Padrosi, the east coast empire, is not a month. dragon. altar. Book. net
This country that understands the metric system still retains two calendars due to the beliefs of the White Church's sect, the Yetina sect.
The first is the imperial old calendar, also known as the divine calendar, which is based on myths and legends and is rounded to integers, with a year being o days. The other kind of calendar is based on the changes of the four seasons. It was proposed by scholars twenty years ago and spread to all over the world through reliable scientific theory. The Gregorian calendar is divided into days.
This is the calendar used by human nations in most parts of the world today. Along with length units such as kilograms, centimeters, meters, and many other measurement units of weight, temperature, etc., they were all invented and promoted by Padrosi, an old powerhouse.
To be fair, it is unfair to say that this great Eastern empire is stuck in its ways.
Compared with the west coast, which is more affluent and advanced and has a good cooperative relationship with the dwarf tribe who are good at science and technology, and inherited the excellent applied engineering technology capabilities of the Lamanites, the Padrosi people are very good at innovating.
Whether in terms of people's livelihood or military application technology, the empire is a benchmark for other countries to imitate.
But it would be biased to say that it is an innovative and vibrant country like Avenella on the other side of the Mobigas Inland Sea.
Thousands of years of inheritance have made many things in this country very unique, far from being easily understood by newcomers. Even the native Lamanites may know very little about their complexity. Among them, the New Year celebrations involving two calendars are the easiest for many foreign travelers to see, but the most difficult to understand. part.
The similarities and deviations between the two calendars directly lead to Padrosi’s traditional New Year celebrations, which generally take place from the end of January to the beginning of February.
In this empire where the daisy is the national flower, gold is naturally used as the main color for the New Year every year.
On this special day, the proud Royal Knights will put on light and gorgeous ceremonial armor made of brass and gold, etched with a large number of golden chrysanthemum coats of arms. The matching giant black cloak that represents the royal family and has limited mobility further sets off the golden luxury.
This nationwide movement is called the Golden Tour.
During their tours, the emperor and the royal knights wore ceremonial armor that was of no use but held hollow weapons that were not suitable for actual combat. The local nobles are responsible for all the security work, and this seemingly stupid and undefended behavior that pursues expressiveness is not proof of strength and self-confidence.
New Year celebration, golden parade. This is almost the most important annual ceremony for the Padrosi people, so no matter how urgent the situation is, even when the rebels have already reached the city in history, it has not been postponed.
An unshakable annual tradition, the pride of Padrosi people, a national celebration that has never been postponed.
Never been put off.
Until this year.
On February 3rd, the small town of Scotti had no trace of the festive atmosphere of previous years.
The mercenaries recruited from the Port of Parnilla and the imperial troops mobilized from other places are well supplied, full of murderous intent, and are ready.
The military camp was set up outside the low city wall of the small town of Scotti, and tents covered with snow were neatly placed one after another. On the far left side of it, the slightly darker ones are where the imperial magicians stay.
It's always easy to tell where the mercenaries are, not only because the tents are piled up randomly in different sizes, but also because of how noisy they are.
The mercenaries who pay attention to drinking and having fun have always been a group of guys who can't stand the strict discipline of the regular army of the empire.
Especially this year, the number of outsiders from Wisland has increased a lot. These guys have no understanding of the local customs and can only say "hello" and "goodbye" in Lamani. They don't care that they can't celebrate the New Year** and The locals who had their golden tour canceled were in a terrible mood, so they just drank and talked freely and made noises from morning till night.
But this dissatisfaction only stayed within the circle of upper-class noble officers.
Many of the soldiers showed envy. Without being able to celebrate the New Year, military regulations did not allow them to participate in the mercenaries' banquet.
"Every penny of supplies must be saved to prepare for war. The Port of Parnilla is rich in supplies, but it is not wasted like this to pave the way!"
The quartermaster's cold words made each of these young people hang their heads like dropped seedlings.
"If you can't get what you want, this kind of virtue is hopeless and hopeless!"
The words spoken by the angry officers also represent the conceptual gap between the two classes to a certain extent.
Padrosi, after all, has not experienced a decent war for many years. The old people call these younger generations the Beat Generation, and the soldiers composed of the Beat Generation are naturally no longer as reliable as they used to be.
Strict military regulations and discipline cannot change the hedonistic character and inherent weakness cultivated by pampering.
So much so that as a truly elite Imperial Border Guard Knights, they have kept a considerable distance from not only the mercenaries, but also from their own regular army.
"To deal with such a big threat, our only helpers are these mercenaries who will run away when things go wrong, and the garbage stationed in the border city whose bones have been softened by women and alcohol." Wearing a black armor Knight Commander Brom let out a long sigh, and his colleague Dio's expression in the same attire was not much better.
"There is no way. Counting the coordinated infantry and attendants, the nine brigades of the Knights add up to less than 1,500 people. If what those bloodless guys said is correct, what we have to face will be quite terrifying. rival." After Dio finished speaking, Brom waved his hand: "Don't let them hear what you said."
"I didn't say anything wrong. I stay in the laboratory all year round and don't get any sunlight, but I like those bright colors, and wearing them makes me look like a pale ghost. Maybe they are more willing to be with those witches than us. There are so many zombies under his command—" "Pa—" A gust of cold wind blew by, and the door of the tent was opened. "Hey Dio!" Brom quickly stopped him, but his words had already been heard clearly by the visitor. Chu.
"It is not good to shake the morale of the military and engage in internal struggles." The man who walked in was already in his late fifties. He was the captain of the first brigade of the Empire's Southern Border Guard Knights and was also the grand master of the knights. Head of the group.
"Sorry, Captain." The two knight commanders who had been teasing a little frivolously just now calmed down, but judging from their expressions and actions, it was obvious that this was not out of fear, but respect from the bottom of their hearts.
"Our independent knights are the result of that lord's hard work. They roam outside the empire's regular military system and have privileges in action and selection of personnel. These together make the knights superior to local legions in combat effectiveness. But it doesn’t mean that we have any privileges above this.”
"If you leave something to say and use it as a stumbling block, there is a possibility that it will be disbanded at any time."
"You are able to reach your current status, on the one hand, it is your own efforts, and on the other hand, you must also thank the Lord for giving you this opportunity."
"Don't destroy what he has built with his own hands, our belonging." The captain sighed. Although there was no accusation or threat, the two captains hung their heads deeply.
"Speaking of which, that adult..."
"There is no news. I can only hope that everything is safe."
The wind and snow continued to blow, and people had to use shovels to open many roads to connect each other in the thick snow. After a sigh, the military camp fell into silence.
In the Bao Forest, which was quite a long way from the small town of Scotti and where the ground was even more frozen and freezing, a group of nearly a hundred people who were packing their bags and getting ready to hit the road again witnessed the first piece of black falling from the sky. snowflakes.
If the pure white snowflakes before can still give people an impression of purity and purity, this is like the gray-black ember-like black snowflakes that exploded like a volcano or a fire burned everything in the sky. There is a faint smell of death.
"Don't touch it." Mira subconsciously reached out her hand, wanting to catch the snowflake as before.
Horno stopped her.
After telling everything, she seemed to have changed into a different person in an instant: "It was condensed by her magic power. It would be a little uncomfortable for ordinary people at most, but it would be really harmful to magicians."
"Although you are still immature, you still have a lot of room to grow under his guidance." His figure is very petite compared to Mira, but the temperament of Horno who said this is very similar to his teacher. . Mira stared back at Horno blankly. She didn't know what to say. Ever since the elf magician told the truth about all this a few days ago, the girl felt that she couldn't look directly into her eyes so easily. eyes.
Despite her ups and downs in life, Mira never felt that her experience was so tragic or worthy of pity and sympathy.
Rather than feeling sorry for herself, she would rather spend this time working hard to become stronger.
This is the character of this girl, always moving forward.
But Mira will feel desperate even if she thinks about what happened to Horno.
Difficulties are not terrible. If you meet the right people, master the right methods, and work hard enough, you will always see a rainbow after overcoming this hurdle.
The really scary thing is that you try your best to make things better, only to watch them slide in the direction you least want to see, like a runaway horse.
Nothing you can do will change it.
Any action you take to make it better will make everything worse.
This mixture of powerlessness, despair and self-blame almost swallowed her whole up just imagining it.
"Don't pity me." Horno obviously noticed the change in Luo An's girl's eyes, and she said calmly. "No, I -" Mira subconsciously wanted to argue, but the elf just shook her head: "I recognize that look."
"do not do that."
"Yeah." The white girl lowered her little head, and Ming Na beside her slowed down and kept pace with her.
"This is the sin I bear, just like your teacher bears his sins." Horno said word by word in a plain tone: "So I have to rely on my strength to -"
"——End it." Returning to the cave a few days ago, Henry Meyer spoke in a steady but extremely powerful voice amid the swaying firelight.
There was already a tense atmosphere inside the cave at this moment.
Not to mention the mercenaries and merchants, even the imperial knights could hardly restrain themselves, pulled out their swords, and swung them at Horno.
All their experiences, the suffering they suffered along the way, and their dead comrades and partners were all thanks to this elf.
And if she hadn't been forced by Henry, would she have planned to pretend to be innocent and continue to stay in the team?
She clearly knew the truth of all this and knew that the witch was coming for her, but she used other uninformed people to protect herself, sitting firmly in the middle of the team and letting others sacrifice their lives to protect herself.
Anyone else would be furious when they learn the truth.
Horno could defend herself a lot, but she just remained silent.
She couldn't do anything, and she couldn't defeat the thing that was once her daughter.
Therefore, she concealed her identity and planned to alert enough humans to mobilize their troops to defeat and eliminate her.
Instead of going to the small town of Scotti with Henry and the others, he stayed in the team with Constantine and the others in order to give the humans time to mobilize their troops and prepare. She knew that the witch was coming towards her, so she led her into the forest, giving humans a chance to gather a strong enough army.
She could have concealed her identity from beginning to end and tried to return to a peaceful life after the upcoming battle.
No.
No.
No, no, no.
Horno, what are you still thinking about?
If this man hadn't exposed this lie and forced you to wake up from the false acting, how long would you have continued to have this delusion.
After making so many mistakes and causing so many sins, do you still think you can escape from it all and return to the warmth that no longer exists?
Do you still want to avoid the responsibilities you should bear, again and again?
There is nowhere to go back.
The people who can accept that their own people have turned into food or dirty undead.
And next to that person.
If he knew what he had done, I'm afraid that even he would not forgive himself.
This is a sin I should bear.
"End it, only you can do that," he said.
"Yeah." She replied.
Just one word, but it felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off.
The black snow fell slowly, but the atmosphere in the team still did not ease. Although Henry and even Constantine tried to protect Horno, this still could not stop the many, bruised knights and mercenaries who hated her.
The sage led the team from the front.
In this environment, he is the only one who can still find the right direction.
Horno accelerated the pace of the car without authorization and chased in the direction of Henry, while Barrow, who had been following her silently, also followed her like a shadow.
"This kind of thing."
"This kind of thing is not right."
"That's not the case." Mira lowered her head, and Minna also distanced herself to command the team of long archers. Although most of the supplies were worn by knights, mercenaries and merchants, the horses' Due to the lack of experience in this environment, even if the load is reduced, the speed of action of the young people has not improved much.
Fatigue made them make mistakes too, and Lady King was tired of running.
The lone white girl slowly moved the war horse under her forward.
Use a voice that only you can hear.
Said this in a small voice.
"This shouldn't be like this between relatives."
"'She' obviously."
"is crying."
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