Chapter 223 Why does this advice sound so pleasant?

June 22, 1459 of the Holy Calendar.

Midsummer is coming.

Winters in Morning Frost Ridge are long, and midsummer is the time of the year when the sun is plentiful there, and it is also an important festival that attracts much attention from the public.

According to tradition, people would hold a grand bonfire dance on Midsummer Day from day to night, and even the nobles would participate.

"I heard that the goddess of love often shows her miracles on the night of Midsummer Festival—"

The Jueling Mountains lie ahead, and at the foot of the mountain are the ruins of a watchtower. A group of stonemasons, carpenters, and plasterers are rebuilding the watchtower in an orderly manner.

The Argonian Sora rode on the back of a chocobo, responsible for protecting the safety of the construction team. He said to Hilde beside him: "If you seize this opportunity and confess your love to the lord, you may even receive the blessing of the god of love and make a great breakthrough in the relationship!"

Hildre extended his sword sheath and tapped Sora's head like a lecturer using a ruler to admonish his students. He said, "What are you thinking about all day long?"

"I'm serious." Sora said seriously, "Lord Hildreth, you and Baron Yeats probably haven't officially confirmed your relationship, right? This is not a good thing!"

Hildre was slightly startled, looked at Sora's serious expression, nodded slightly, and signaled Sora to continue.

Sora turned into a military strategist and analyzed for the commander: "Marching and fighting requires a legitimate reason, and this is even more true for courtship!"

"If you have not established a formal relationship with Baron Yeats, then what kind of identity should you have in dealing with him?" Sora asked, "Guest general? Subordinate? Ally?"

Hildreth was somewhat speechless when asked.

Although she had a good impression of Yeats, all she had known for more than ten years was swinging swords and fighting.

Love rarely appears in her life dictionary, and its meaning is still unclear.

For her, silently giving and guarding in front is the way to express her love for Yeats.

But according to Sora, status is very important in love.

"I… don't understand that."

Hildreth paused for a moment, and said calmly in the same tone as before: "Sora, you continue talking, I'm listening."

"If you ask me, you should take advantage of the midsummer night to express your feelings to Baron Yeats and try to become his lover in one fell swoop."

Sora said seriously: "And this is to prepare for the second step of the strategy, to conclude a marriage contract!"

Hild was slightly stunned, and felt his cheeks slightly hot. He looked forward and asked, "What's the reason?"

Sora still looked like a staff officer who was objectively analyzing the battle situation. He stroked his chin and said, "Haven't you liked Baron Yeats for a long time? Even I can see that. In that case, he is the perfect partner for you!"

In Sora's opinion, Hildreth was destined to ascend the throne of the North, and the queen's husband was quite important.

Yeats is fully qualified to become the queen consort of Shiloh.

Whether from a political or selfish perspective, Sora is happy about this marriage and can't wait to match them up every day!

"I..." Hildreth was speechless for a moment, but the blush on her face spoke louder than any words.

On Sora's snake face, the black vertical pupils in his yellow eyes stared at the red-haired beauty, feeling that Lady Hildreth actually had such a little girl's demeanor.

Soon after, Sora talked about traditional customs and said, "Although the trend of free love is suppressed by the church, there are more and more examples of people becoming lovers first and then getting married."

In this medieval-like world, many couples met for the first time on their wedding night.

Engagement comes first, and feelings come later. This is common sense.

However, as the belief in the god of love spread and concepts gradually changed, the trend of free love also gradually spread in the mainland.

Sora's advice to Hildur was to have a free love relationship first and then discuss the marriage.

"Given the current situation, if you propose to Baron Yeats directly, he will not agree."

Sora said seriously, "But the hope of confessing and becoming lovers... is very high!"

"I... will consider it." Hildreth said awkwardly.

"Don't hesitate, Lord Hildreth, love is war!"

Sora advised: "Midsummer night is the best time to fight!"

The importance of marriage in the Middle Ages was often more important than war.

For example, the Habsburg dynasty, the most powerful royal family with the broadest territories on the European continent, used marriage to expand its influence and greatly enhanced the power of the empire.

The family motto was: "Let others make wars, and you, happy Austrians, get married!"

Seeing that Hildreth was still hesitant, Sora gave an example, "It is recorded in history books that the marriage between Emperor Lorraine and the Silver Dragon Queen created an unparalleled and vast empire. The origin of this beautiful story was the love they formed on the battlefield."

"I understand your friendship for Lord Yeats, but he should know it better."

Sora said: "I know that honest advice is unpleasant to the ear, but you should take a step further in both name and relationship!"

"Okay...I will seriously consider your advice."

Hildesh was rarely embarrassed and pondered in secret.

Why does this advice sound so pleasant?

* "Sled team, charge!"

Gray sat on the sled, cheering as the three sled dogs galloped in front, with the equally excited elf Blueberry sitting in her arms.

Ever since she survived the avalanche, Grey has fallen in love with skiing, and the three sled idiots have great trust in her.

Alaskan dogs, Huskies, and Samoyeds ran happily towards the eastern part of the territory.

In the eastern part of the territory, close to the snow forest, there is still some unmelted snow even in summer.

Looking around at the unfamiliar scenery, Blueberry asked in surprise: "Gray, why are we here?"

"Yeats asked me to survey the route to the Snow Forest. If we encounter any snowmen, we can just kill them," Gray explained.

"Do you want to fight?" Blueberry said with a bitter face, "I can't help you at all!"

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. I'm very powerful now, a high-level warlock!" Gray said proudly.

Blueberry was stunned, extremely surprised: "You have already been promoted to the fourth ring?!"

"Not only me, but also the snowy owl that asked you for advice on magic last night is also a fourth-ringer." Gray said truthfully.

A regal snowy owl?

Blueberry smacked his lips. He remembered that half a year ago, he was only a level one. His promotion speed was amazing! "Oh, by the way, Snow Owl was chosen by the Goddess of Magic. He was recognized by Minerva after passing the trial at Jianhe University!"

Blueberry brain crashes.

Magic God's Chosen? Yeats's owl? I actually taught the Magic God's Chosen how to learn spells! I'm so awesome! There was no fighting during the route detection. Gray completed the task brilliantly, but she looked a little regretful and muttered:

"I was thinking of showing you my skills, Blueberry..."

"Snowmen rarely leave the snow forest in summer. Okay, let's go back."

Blueberry danced around Gray, "Oh, by the way, will you come out to play sledding the day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow?" Gray scratched her head. "What's the big deal?"

"Midsummer's Day!"

Blueberry said loudly: "This is an important festival for you humans, even I know it!"

"Every Midsummer night is when the god of love is most active. Couples will come to the forest to talk about love," Blueberry made a face, "Huh~ How shameless!"

"Oh, that's right." Gray realized later, remembering that she had read about it in a book, and said, "Midsummer is the holy festival of the god of love. If you fall in love during this festival, you may receive the blessing of the god of love!"

"Why, who do you want to get the blessing of the god of love with?" Blueberry asked teasingly.

Gray's cheeks turned red.

The scene of her kissing Yeats in her dream on Walpurgis night flashed through her mind.

"Because it was a dream, and it happened so fast, I didn't have time to react."

Gray's cheeks flushed, she lowered her eyes shyly, a vague expectation rising in her heart.

"If, not in a dream, but on a midsummer night..."

"Ouch, you're blushing~" The little fairy Blueberry smiled evilly and elbowed Gray, "Don't be shy, who do you like? Tell me, Blueberry!"

"What's the point of telling you?" Gray whispered, "Blueberry can't help..."

"Who said that? Fairies are very powerful!"

Blueberry crossed his arms and said proudly:

"Have you ever read fairy tales? Fairies can cast magic on girls, making them look even more beautiful and charming!"

"This is because, on certain special festivals, such as Halloween and Midsummer, the divinity of some gods in the [Realm of Creation] becomes particularly active."

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

"And fairies are naturally very sensitive to the energy in the creative field, so they can borrow a small part of the divinity to cast time-limited magic!"

"On Midsummer Day, I can use the divinity of the god of love to make you more beautiful, Grey. Even Yeats will be moved by you!" Blueberry said with a smile.

"Hmm... sounds good..."

Gray's heart leaped with joy, and then her cheeks flushed. She whispered, "No... How do you know it's Ye Zhi?"

"Because Gray is really easy to understand."

Blueberry shook her head and said slowly, "Some girls are a mysterious suspense novel, some are a popular romance novel, and some are heroic knight novels... and Gray is a fairy tale!"

"Fairy tale?" Gray said dejectedly. "It sounds childish."

"Who said that!" the fairy Blueberry said angrily, "Fairy tales are the best!"

"Just wait until Midsummer Night, and I will cast a spell on you and turn you into a fairy tale princess!" Blueberry said loudly.

Gray scratched his head and said:

"Can a hungry dragon be a princess?"

"What?"

"Nothing." Gray's cheeks blushed slightly.

After spending enough time with Yeats, you will understand what he meant by “complaint”!

…

Morningfrost Ridge, Swordwinter Keep.

"I have placed the schedule for Midsummer Day on your desk, my lord."

The head maid, Delphinium, stood in front of the desk and said meticulously, "If you have any questions, please ring the bell and I will be here right away."

Yeats nodded, took the quill pen, and continued to work on the pile of documents.

Jinying has become the deputy of the general manager Derek and started to help handle some official business, but many documents still have to be approved by Yeats personally.

As for the housekeeping of the castle, Delphinium kept it in perfect order. There were maids to help with changing clothes in the morning, and one could hear respectful greetings of "My Lord" everywhere in the castle.

It was not luxurious, but Yeats did get to experience the life of a noble lord.

Everything has a price. The daily expenses of Jiandong Castle are several times higher than those of the manor in the city center.

Yeats initially wondered whether he should save some money, but Phocas advised him: "The lord's castle is related to the lord's prestige. These expenses are just spending on the cutting edge."

"What's more, you are a high-level transcendent and have led Morning Frost Ridge to such a scale. Your body and emotions are related to all aspects. You shouldn't wrong yourself!"

Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, holding back the corners of his mouth that were curled up, and said lightly:

"Honest advice is hard to hear... I can't help it, so I'll just accept your opinion!"

The current pillar industry of Morning Frost Ridge is still mineral mining, but it is gradually transforming into processing and manufacturing industries.

In terms of resource extraction and agricultural production, this poor land cannot compare to the fertile central plains.

However, processing and manufacturing industries can add extra value to goods.

Rich's advice to Yeats was to vigorously develop the glass manufacturing industry and glass handicraft processing, which coincided with Yeats's idea.

Yeats had inspected the glassware produced in Crystal Valley, and found that the quality was beyond his expectations. It was a handicraft-grade product worthy of being served on the tables of the nobility.

In this era, new churches and temples are being built one after another, and there is a high demand for glass, which in turn promotes the development of the glass manufacturing industry in Morning Frost Ridge.

In fact, Yeats also considered whether to build an early banking industry based on the famous Medici family in Florence.

But the financial industry is not something that Chen Shuangling can consider at this stage. Industry is the top priority.

also.

Morningfrost Ridge's thriving food processing industries, such as winemaking and cheesemaking, are also the reason for the rapid increase in tax revenue.

However, Yeats felt a little sad that a large amount of tax had to be paid to the Royal Navy fleet as "protection fees" for patrolling territorial waters.

"The Navy... it's not appropriate to do this at this stage."

Ye Zhi rubbed his brows and frowned even more as he looked at the next report.

The letter sent by Lixi stated that White Night City had raised tariffs on goods from Morning Frost Ridge, and the same was true for Wick Port, which would greatly hinder the development and construction of the territory.

Morning Frost Ridge's current commercial routes rely on Wick Port on the sea and White Night City on the road, and these happen to be Thomas's territories.

Thomas is no ordinary person.

Seeing that Chen Shuangling had shown signs of gaining momentum recently, they immediately raised tariffs and started to suppress it.

“The trade war is coming.”

Ye Zhi's eyes flickered.

"I think Thomas has already met his end!"

There is a solution to the problem.

As long as we take over the seaport in the east of Xuelin, we can open up a new trade route.

The barony can also be expanded to become an earldom.

If he can unify the areas outside the Great Wall, he will become an earl.

Just like a bird flying into the sky or a fish entering the sea, they will never be bound again! "Before that..."

Yeats thought to himself, "Midsummer Eve is coming soon. It is the holy day of the god of love... If I offer music to the god of love, there should be new blessings, right?"

According to tradition, Midsummer is a festival for lovers to express their true feelings to each other. The evening breeze on summer nights is particularly gentle, which makes lovers more intoxicated than the cold Valentine's Day in February.

Ye Zhi had a headache. Should he spend the night with Gray or with Hildreth?

“I’m tired of red tape.”

Yeats was determined.

"Three people celebrate the festival together!"

(End of this chapter)