The towering smoke column outside the city wall gradually widened and dispersed.
The countless howling screams also became very weak, like drifting black smoke, as if they were blown away in the wind.
Within the city wall, the people who were the first to regain their consciousness woke up the people who were still in fear. It was like a grand drumming to spread flowers, and they survived with strength.
The battle is not over yet.
Hank and his soldiers were already on the wall. They stared at Apton who retracted his head from the crenel, hoping to get a result that would end this disaster.
"It's almost burned. Why don't you find someone to try it and see if you can stare at it?"
"I come."
Hank stood up and stuck his head out from the crenel. What he saw was a hellish scene.
Thick smoke billowed from the trench, and several burnt black tentacles fell outside the trench. They curled, smoked, and remained motionless.
The screams there have become so weak that you can't even identify them if you don't listen carefully, and even the crackling sound of burning can cover them up.
And that weird eyeball surrounded by countless tentacles had long since disappeared, as if it had never existed. No matter how hard Hank searched, he could not find it in the trench.
Hank came down from the crenel and looked at Apton, feeling a little at a loss.
"Am...am I being controlled?"
Ampton looked carefully into Hank's eyes and shook his head.
"The weird eyes are gone."
"That thing burned down twenty minutes ago."
Hank looked at the trench outside again: "How about we take the next step?"
"It's better to be safe and wait for it to burn again."
Schliemann came down from the other crenel and put away the telescope.
"At least wait until those whispers disappear completely. After all, no one knows if that thing has other abilities to confuse others."
After another half hour, the city gate opened and people rushed out.
Some of them were holding shovels, some were holding hoes, and some were holding a basket and rushed towards the still smoking trench.
Their task was to fill in the trenches.
"This way it's completely over."
Schliemann looked at the busy people outside the city wall and yawned.
Ampton stood beside him, holding his shoulders.
"You can always keep your composure..."
"It's over now. Why should I be upset?"
"Where's the supply point?"
"The location has been chosen... Oh, by the way, Connie wants me to prepare something for him. The list is at Scott's place. I have to go get it back."
"I see you want to find your wallet!"
Schliemann asked Hillpeter to go to the Crescent and called Connie to let him take charge of the flying ship construction plan.
Hank also called a few people and asked them to go to the Crescent to learn about the operation of the flying ship.
The chaos in the past two days has caused quite a stir in Antler City.
It took a lot of time to restore order and put out the fire.
Production was interrupted, stores were smashed, and people's daily lives were threatened.
Hank used the financial and material resources of the previous princess to start relieving the people, and worked hard to restore the former prosperity of Antler City.
Seeing Hank's busy feet not touching the ground, Schliemann spread his hands helplessly.
"He actually doesn't care about the church's affairs..."
Ampton has become a complete crew member, and his appearance is even more irritable than Hill Peter.
"How to control it? The bishop is dead, and the remaining people are not guilty... You can't kill them all, right? What's the difference from the previous princess?"
Schliemann sighed, picked up a piece of meat, took out his knife and cut it a few times.
"I'm just afraid that he will fall into a moral trap... Rulers can't be too kind. Don't you know this?"
"It's precisely because I know that I can't eliminate the power of the Hector Cult in Antler County."
"Why?"
"The land of the diocese belongs to the Hector Church. If you take it over, the archbishop of the royal city won't be allowed to fry it? He won't be allowed to fight to the death?
This would affect Antler County's plan for self-government. Minster and House who went to the royal capital might not even be able to see the king and would be killed by the archbishop's forces.
I think Hank did a great job. Isn't a half-dead parish church easier to deal with than an angry archbishop? "
Schliemann picked up the meat with a knife and put it into his mouth, laughing twice.
"Do you political pranksters shout before you take the stage to knock down so and so, cancel so and so, and then immediately fall out after you take the stage?"
Ampton was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly understood.
"Is your world like this?"
"This is no longer as black as all the crows in the world, not all the crows in the world are equally black..."
You see, if the parish church does not overturn it, the tenant farmers of the church land will still be tenant farmers. No matter how Hank puts pressure on the parish church to waive rent, he will never take off this hat.
What is the reason why the tenant farmers and soldiers risked their lives to start the prairie fire? They just don’t want their next generation, and the next generation after that, to still be sharecroppers.
This is a good thing. If the church doesn't reject it, the tenant is still a tenant. Even if he doesn't pay taxes, he is still a tenant.
Hank guarded his brothers and that... what was the new bishop's name? Wanpu... He was guarding his brothers and made a three-part agreement with Wanpu. Didn't you see the expressions of those tenant farmers and soldiers?
Besides, Wanpu is willing to be ignored? He has seen Scott use divine power to suppress secular power!
This will be a big problem, and if it is not handled well, it will leave hidden dangers, whether it is internal or external. "
After Schliemann finished speaking, he pouted and shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm talking too much, why do I care so much... It should be fine for at least ten years.
You eat quickly, and after you finish, accompany me to the temple ruins... There are still some things I'm not worried about. "
Apton rolled his eyes. As a king, he hated being bossed around. Now he was going to be used as a thug by Schliemann.
"Where's Hilpeter?"
"The training crew is selecting people there. I wonder if they will be free later."
As soon as Schliemann finished speaking, the light began to dim. He raised his head and saw a group of dark clouds.
This dark cloud was as black as if it could drip ink. It moved quickly and soon covered the entire sky.
There was a muffled sound, heavy rain poured down, and it was so dark outside the window that I couldn't see my fingers.
Schliemann looked at the candle lit by Vivian and cursed, lowered his head and continued eating.
Outside the city, on the flattened land, a petite figure was digging hard.
The rain poured on her body, but she turned a blind eye.
She quickly dug a deep pit that was already higher than her height. She worked tirelessly and waved the shovel in her hand crazily.
There was a bang, as if the shovel touched something. She dropped the shovel and reached out to push away the mud mixed with rain, her hands were stained black.
"You can keep your word, right?"
She picked up an ancient wooden box in the dirt, held it in her arms, and let out a long sigh of relief.
"I just need to hide and wait for your people to pick you up, right?"
