Yotsuba Castle was shrouded in the last sunlight of the flaming moon, and Tracy stood in the city, under the shadow of a crude wooden shed made of canvas and thin poles.
Most of the collapsed houses have been demolished and renovated, and most of the ruined streets have been repaired. Two workers at the platform are pulling up a street lamp with a rope. The designer behind them has his back to the sun and frowns at the drawing of a flower bed.
The detection station had a new look, and it was undoubtedly the first to be repaired; Sombigrad began to prosper again, and the most tragic Hercule was also cleared of bones all over the ground. It's just that the trauma it suffered was too much, and the traces left behind cannot be eliminated and covered up in a short time. Like the shallow magic that the soul imparts to the body, people are busy repairing the wounds when they bleed.
In just one day, Tracy couldn't help but think that the beautiful and neat streets had become like this. She thought of walking back to the castle through the dead streets and houses, and it almost made her heart sink. The Grand Duchess has never been afraid to face difficulties. A few decades ago, Yotsuba City was not as good as it is today - it was she who single-handedly developed this small city in the wilderness adjacent to the polar regions into a veritable southern country, even the capital of the kingdom, Iron Claw City It can't be compared to it.
But Tracy knew better that compared to a desperate situation, it would be better to give people hope to see it broken by the wind than to have nothing at all.
And she herself is undoubtedly the one who pushed Yotsuye City down from the climax of happiness and comfort. She is the owner and manager of this city, and the lord of the land beneath her feet.
Negativity is not conducive to work, Tracy told herself. She walked out from the shadow of the parasol and came to the flower tree opposite.
The smell of lilacs no longer lingers around the streets, and the latest flowers are gone, replaced by snapdragons and gloxinias. The climate in the southern kingdom is always more unpredictable than in the capital, but this year the tail of the flaming moon is surprisingly short. I'm afraid the impact of the Angmar Tunnel will be felt throughout the entire southern border of the kingdom.
To add insult to injury, bad omens never come alone.
Tracy thought gloomily.
It seems that self-soothing doesn't work. She simply allowed her thoughts to race, which was a kind of relaxation. She subconsciously recalled the scene when she passed by here last night, and the address marked by the station's road sign so close at hand made her certain that her memory was still strong and reliable.
At that time she did not even dare to let the carriage stop in the city. The flaming red flag streaked across the rows of buildings like meteors, and the rhythm of the horse's hooves on the ground was rapid and chaotic, as if they were afraid of being overtaken by their own footsteps.
The one that was least affected was Fafrank Street, which they had just left behind. Only one bar was on fire; and because many people living nearby were mystics, there were still a lot of people a little away from the bar. civilian.
Therefore, when the motorcade passed the corner of the street, the scene of corpses strewn everywhere and people crying and wailing on their dead relatives and friends directly hit everyone's eyes——
The carriage procession was silent, and Tracy, who was sitting in silk and silver gauze, seemed to have been stabbed in the chest, her face not much better than the dead man lying on the ground.
The Grand Duchess almost urged the driver to hurry up. They fled in front of those hopeful eyes and returned to Frostleaf Castle in embarrassment.
Then came the news of the deaths of Gavin and Cervantes - Joey certainly didn't have the good intentions, and Uriel didn't know much about these things. In the end, York captured a servant and forced the cause and effect of the incident into the world. into the other person's mind.
The last news that should not exist is news of death, because the living people cannot do anything about it, and the funeral ends hastily. Funerals are rituals between strangers. After the gods pass away, they don't even have to give face to the wandering spirits.
As a qualified lord, she only mourned for the latter and was grateful for his loyalty. But as an unqualified mother, only Tracy can understand her feelings.
As for the traitor Shouno, she was mentioned in a leisurely manner only after the news that Danlfion was safe and sound reached her ears. The Duke had no time to care.
By the next day, no one could see the anxiety and fear of the Grand Duke of the Four-leaf Territory. She was still the harsh and harsh King of the South. Tracy Wiggins - she is fearless and invincible; she manages the territory in an orderly manner and treats her own parents and children without any favoritism; she is the pillar of the Four-Leaf Territory that is more reassuring than the entire Swift Shadow Legion, and her will A knight who is far more determined than his subordinates. That's how she should be.
The duchess's dark brown hair floated in the wind.
“The Wiggins family exists for this city.”
Tracy said to Ava who was following behind:
"No four-leaf nobleman who has not dedicated all his life to this city is not worthy of bearing my father's surname."
The last Duke of Four Leaves was Gene Wiggins, who was famous for his martial prowess. But in anyone's eyes, all his achievements are inferior to leaving behind two daughters - one inherited the title and rejuvenated the Southern Kingdom, and the other was finally crowned queen after many twists and turns.
But Tracy respects him very much, much more than her sister Flavia, who lives in the castle of Iron Claw and has not set foot in the Southland for several years. The latter still resents the previous Duke Yotsuba for marrying himself to an old pervert who is older than him, even though the other person is the king of a country.
Gene left his eldest daughter a poor town, and Tracy turned it into an irreplaceable pillar of the kingdom.
"You are so determined and want Danelfion to be like her mother."
The old woman Ava answered. She looked haggard, and Gavin's death had hit her hard.
Tracy was tired of this. "Except for the ice hole in the hall, Frostleaf Castle has been basically restored. If you don't want to go out, you can hold the child's clothes in his bedroom and cry until you go blind. He is really your good boy."
With the magic of warlocks and other mysterious creatures, repairing the castle is not difficult. The corpse of the Necromancer can only bring mental pollution to people, but the frost that Joey missed is not the case. Even if the magic is lifted, the surroundings are densely covered with ripples of high magic, making the final work of the castle slow.
Everyone is glad that they do not have to deal with the messengers of the sky, and the more mysterious they are, the more resistant they are. Mystery brings danger, something Gavin doesn't understand.
"But don't worry, because of your hard work over the years, you won't starve to death after you go blind." She sarcastically said without mercy.
Ava said: "Not yet, Your Majesty Duke, it's not yet time."
"You still want to look at Danelfion? Then you can follow her to Winnie Watts in two days." Lord Clover sneered. She would never admit that she was actually vaguely interested in this woman who had nurtured her children. Be jealous. "You are not a mysterious person, and Winnie Watts is bitterly cold. If you follow him to the Pole, I think you may not survive the day when Danlfion truly comes of age."
"Her Royal Highness the Princess is blessed by God, and she will be protected from all bad luck." When the old woman spoke, the corners of her flabby face were lifted up. "I'm not here for the children, Your Majesty the Duke. I keep these half-blind, useless eyes that can't find pinholes because I have to look at you. You need companionship the most."
Tracy winced imperceptibly. She looked away and looked at the yellow stamens at her feet, "Thank you so much for your kindness, even though I don't need it."
The maid who grew up with her and was as close as a sister sighed: "Okay, my Lord Duke, stop blaming yourself. Even Alto can't know everything about Knox, so what can you do? ?”
"What I'm doing is far more important than blaming myself."
"You are sad, Lady Tracy."
Duke Yotsuba glanced at her and shook his head, "I see that word is written all over your face."
"What do you want, my lord the Duke?"
"Things to do."
She was basking in the sunlight, "The Spark Festival in Yotsuye City will be held in just one week."
"Grand ceremony?" The old maid looked stunned, "With all due respect, sir, I don't know if there are any moving corpses hidden in the city now... If you have to encourage people like this, you should first invite the priests of the Glorious Council to host it. It’s better to do the work of cleaning and purifying.”
"A group of Templars happened to be passing by the Four Leaf Fields."
"That is really the will of the gods." The old woman was pleasantly surprised. "Delphine will be happy to hear this news. She has been thinking about this for a long time..."
"Don't be too quick to be happy, Ava. Those troublemaking Paladins didn't agree to our plans. They have more important things to do, such as digging out scrapped metal cages from rocks and snowdrifts."
"How could the Glorious Council allow—"
"The gods are gone. They can pull out any piece of paper and call it an oracle. The disaster of Gavash is still across the entire Knox. A native necromancer is not within the jurisdiction of the Priest of Light." Tracy As sharp as ever, even an eloquent priest would definitely fail in front of her.
"However." She suddenly changed the topic, "Siye City is not afraid of the darkness without Lucia's blessing. The Sparks Feast will not be postponed. Before that, I will make the Black Cross disappear from every possible corner. Since the magic potion It gives those rats the courage to jump out, so we can take this opportunity to eradicate their nest."
"The first place to sell potion products... I remember it was an alchemy raw material factory?"
"The only prohibited product is acid." The Duke's question was of course not directed at Ava. She turned her head and a knight immediately reported it. "The location of use has also been identified. It is the fence in the backyard of the detection station."
"It seems that their goal is very clear, and the plan is implemented in an orderly manner. The detection station will be deceived first, and then the acting city lord and the envoy will find their footing." Tracy retreated from the shadows, looked directly at the tall clock tower, and faced the other party. Danlfien was startled as he quietly opened the curtains for air.
Her Royal Highness the Princess of Yotsuba City also came out with her. Ava would not choose to stay alone in the castle.
"It's a pity that no matter how clever the layout was, it was completely dismantled by the power of the Sky Realm." She withdrew her gaze. The old woman followed behind, not commenting on things she didn't understand, as she had for forty years.
"Let's go. The remaining seven days are enough for you and our Miss Angel to tell each other goodbye."
Ava frowned and smiled, "I will not leave you, Your Majesty the Duke."
