Chapter 355 - Chapter 355: Chapter 336 Lobbying (1/2)

Chapter 355: Chapter 336 Lobbying

The Ahornblatt Province to the northwest of Cyart has always been quite poor, but within the Ahornblatt Province, there is a relatively wealthy and populous city called “Black Gold City,” which is also where the “Wrathful Angel” Jones family resides.

It is called Black Gold City, not because the city has black-colored gold, but because there is an extraordinary material known as “black gold” in the ore veins surrounding the city.

When alchemists create most alchemy weapons, they need to add a portion of black gold, which can significantly improve the stability and overall success rate of alchemy.

“Is there going to be a war? Mom, I’m scared.”

In the dim room, the confused little girl looked up at her mother, whose brows were deeply furrowed, and then she was held tightly in the arms of her tearful mother.

“Don’t worry, nothing will happen, nothing will.”

But how easy is it for ordinary people to avoid danger? During the Rhea civil war, the Ahornblatt Province had become the frontline, and her sister was taken away by the Rhea People in the war, never to return.

Rumors about the civil war had gradually spread across the country, even ordinary citizens were aware of it.

After a while, the husband of the family returned home, pushing open the door with bread and sausages in his arms. The man was an old, experienced foreman in the Jones factory, and his wages were fairly decent.

The woman immediately asked, “How is it? Do you know what they are saying? Will the Jones family join the war?”

The husband sighed, shook his head and said, “Our factory is an armory, and we’re already working overtime. It won’t be long before I have to go back and continue working. This food is for you all, but it’s best to eat less at each meal. There might be a shortage of food in the future, and we need to prepare in advance.”

“Wait for me to come back.”

After the husband left the house again, the wife sighed, held her hungry daughter, and handed her a piece of the hard, dry bread.

“Have some bread, but let’s save the sausage and cheese at home until your father comes back to eat together.”

The daughter nodded, holding the bread.

“Okay! We’ll wait for father to come back before we eat the sausage and cheese!”

On the eve of the Cyart civil war, the mood of the citizens was like a sky engulfed by dark clouds, oppressive and heavy, with a hard-to-describe anxiety and unease pervading the air, even the wind carried a tense breath.

The pedestrians on the streets were very sparse, as everyone’s steps seemed heavy and slow, each one laden with endless worries.

Most had faces full of concern and unease, their eyes betraying confusion and fear about the future.

Some people held their loved ones’ hands tightly, trying to draw a semblance of comfort from their warmth; others walked with their heads down, silently, as though trying to escape the looming disaster.

In over a hundred years, Cyart had never experienced a civil war.

The hustle and bustle of the city was also swallowed up by the repressive atmosphere at this moment, making it difficult for people to remain calm.