Chapter 503： commemorate (1/2)

The grand bonfire burned, and the bell tower in the distance rang a melodious bell. In the scent of the dead flowers in the city, St. Sunil began to be covered with a layer of smoky smog. The fire everywhere seemed to be like a city. Against the gradual deep night, under the stars, the glory of a city is created.

This reminds me of the dark age that has become a legend. I remember the second development that determined the destiny of mankind. In the magical tide of dark chaos, did the ancestors ignite a huge bonfire like today, as if it were in the dark? From the lighthouse, guide the compatriots who are lost in the depths of the magic tide to move closer to themselves?

This may also be another hidden meaning of the bonfire that must be ignited at night.

Looking at the swaying fire in front of him, listening to the ceremonial officer reading the long prayers of the soul, Welsh Moen silently silently, the nominal ruler of Ansu stood like an outsider in this memory of Moen In the courtyard of the ancestors, the ignition star rising from the campfire undulating and jumping in front of him, flying on the sizzling hot wind to the dark night, gradually blending with the starry sky in the late autumn, in which he could not see Charlie. Moen's face of a distant and unfamiliar blood ancestor.

A gentle footstep came from behind, and the man who went to the middle ages suddenly felt that a sense of peace and tranquility that had no reason shrouded his body and mind. He licked a glimmer of light shining in the air and turned his head. Go, so I saw Veronica Moen, who was wearing a white dress, standing beside him.

On the chest of the saint princess, a small white flower is blooming under the nourishment of the Holy Light, holy and beautiful.

"Brother, good evening." Veronica said with a faint smile that seemed to never change, and said slightly.

"Veronica..." Welsh Moore looked at his genius sister with some surprise. "Are you supposed to pray in the cathedral?"

"Today is the first Ann's Day after the Father's death," Veronica said faintly. "The Lord will be tolerant."

This is not like a "female princess" who is as devout as a textbook in the eyes of outsiders, but Welsh Moen knows that this younger sister has been an ordinary person since she was a child. She always has her own ideas and always There are countless clever reasons to make your actions seem logical, so he just nodded slightly and didn't ask one more.

After an embarrassing moment of silence, Wales took the initiative to say: "The Victorian Duke has been there, she told me something."

"You are going to be a king."

Wales is a little surprised: "How do you know?"

“It’s not hard to guess, the situation is so, there are not many choices that the Regent’s Duke can make, but today it’s just the Anse Festival. In front of the ancestors, she told you that these are just right,” Veronica said quietly, then slightly Bent over, "Brother, congratulations."

Welsh frowned at the incomprehensible, he didn't want to hear this. He looked at Veronica's eyes. The eyes were as gentle and trustworthy as ever, but in his eyes, the eyes were It seems that the jewels carved with gems are magnificent, beautiful, but lifeless. It is a kind of eye that is neither malicious nor kind, which makes him can't help but turn his head awkwardly.

It seems that no one has ever felt the temperament of this saint princess is the same. Everyone regards her as a god-given treasure as a symbol of all the good spirits of Ansu, but Wales always has a small time when Veronica is still very young. I will feel a strange thing when I am with this sister. Under such strange pressure, he will try to avoid taking the initiative and Veronica alone. Today is the Anse Festival. He has no reason to leave the courtyard in advance.

So he can only stay here and try to shift the topic away: "I heard that after the battlefield of the Holy Father, the situation of Wang Guojun is getting better..."

"It’s just a good turn to the extent that it can be deadlocked with the East Rebels," Veronica replied. "And a large part of the stalemate is that the weather is getting colder. Winter combat is not good for both sides."

"...Yes, I didn't think of this," Wales laughed and laughed. "You see, I am not suitable to be a king. I can't even think of it."

"It’s too good to be a king without life. You just left Silver Fort for too long," Veronica said as she looked at the bonfire in the courtyard. After a few seconds of pause, she suddenly appeared to have no words. If you don’t have a brain, "...the bonfire that was ignited this year on the Anse Festival is twice as big as in previous years."

Wales stunned and reacted: "It’s because of the war."

"Dead believers will return to the kingdom of the gods, and those who do not believe will fall into the house of death. The souls have their own places, but people are willing to believe that the lost souls will go home and live on the petals of the dead. One gathers... Brother, do you believe that those souls will come back and look at us in the fire?"

Wales couldn't help but look at the fire in the courtyard. The bright flames leaped in the night sky. There was nothing in the curtain formed by the flames and smoke, but he couldn't help but associate, and those who swayed in the curtain had a moment. The face of Francis II emerged. The old king took his scepter and looked at himself indifferently. There was no expectation in sight.

"I hope they can rest in the kingdom of God," said Wales, and looked at Veronica next to him. "What about you? As the living saint of the Holy Light, you can see us in the fire. Father and ancestors?"

Veronica was silent for a moment, then turned and left: "I can't see anything."

I am also the Welsh Moen in my heart.

Then he looked up and watched the rising smoke in the bonfire flutter straight into the night sky, blending with more smoke in a very far and far place, and countless bonfires became a huge cloud of smoke. Gradually blurred.

Under the night, on the Pioneer Square, the largest square in Cecil, a huge bonfire is burning.

The mechanical clock in the center of the city was played eight times. A huge plastic hand floated over the bonfire, and the powder mixed with black stone and pyrophosphorus was sprinkled into the fire. With a slight burst of fire, the flame of the bonfire suddenly The room became extremely bright and grand.

The crowd gathered around the fire made a loud cheer, and with the cheering of the shaking city, the large magic net terminal set in the square was launched, and a huge holographic projection appeared over the square.

Launched together, there are several other squares in the city, several cities in the surrounding area, and the magic network terminal on each town square along the cross axis of the Principality of Cecil.

On this night, almost everyone gathered near the campfire, and almost all the large bonfires were located in the squares of the towns.

The Cecils were no longer strangers to this "magic miracle". They didn't make a fuss or panic, and people just looked up curiously and looked at the figure that gradually appeared on the projection.

The figure of Govin Cecil appeared on it.

"Citizens, good evening, I am your lord."