Chapter 324: Clan: You can sit at home when bad news comes from the sky!

In February, the spring rain continues.

On the high plains south of White Night City, lichens, edelweiss, and woad are thriving, and wild rabbits in the lord's woodlands are almost infested.

As a lord, Yeats lifted the hunting ban and allowed civilians to enter the lord's woodlands and catch rabbits for food.

"But civilians are still not allowed to enter areas with large yew trees."

Before Gray returned to Dragon Country, he reminded Ye Zhi emphatically, "Yew wood is the raw material for the Golden Lion Longbow. That guy named Thomas trained a group of longbow soldiers with that forest. We can't just let anyone cut it down!"

The Golden Lion Longbowmen, feared throughout the continent, are a legendary unit of the Middle Ages.

Even in the era when matchlocks had already been invented, longbowmen still had an advantage over muskets due to their extremely long range.

This longbow originated in the southern part of the Golden Lions and was made of yew wood. It was first used by Fred the Great to arm his troops. When Fred the Great conquered the Highland Great Sword Corps in the northern province, the organized Golden Lion longbowmen had a terrifying casualty ratio of 1 to 1000.

Thomas had a unique strategic vision. He ordered the druids to plant yew trees and train longbow soldiers in the territory of White Night City early on, but in the end it was a great benefit to Yeats.

Yeats has ordered Beowulf to prepare for the construction of a longbow unit, thinking that if there are any blind orcs attacking again in the future, he will use the arrow formation to clear the obstacles first!

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Ye Zhi nodded and said, "Everything will be carried out according to the code you wrote."

Gray shook her head and said seriously: "I didn't write the laws, but they exist naturally in nature. I just picked a few of the appropriate laws!"

Yeats: (⊙_⊙) Is this still Grey?

When talking about law, your words become profound?

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" Gray had an innocent look on her face.

Ye Zhi said with emotion: "I just feel that Feitan really did not make a mistake in choosing you. Gray, you have amazing wisdom!"

Gray suppressed the upward curve of her lips and raised her face slightly. Her high brown ponytail shone golden in the sun. She crossed her arms and said:

"Since you've said so, I'll try to bring you a few more goodies from the Great Elder's treasure trove!"

Ye Zhi was slightly stunned.

Although we have never met, thank you, Great Elder! "Well, I have to go now." Gray was reluctant to leave and reminded him, "Wait for me to come back... Don't get yourself into trouble when I am not here to protect you!"

"Don't worry." Ye Zhi said this, but he had already decided in his heart to be an undercover agent, infiltrate the Dark Night Sect as the Chosen One of the Mist God, and complete the promotion ceremony.

The reason why he didn't tell Gray was because he was afraid that she would worry. Ye Zhi estimated that he was somewhat chauvinistic, but it was harmless. As the saying goes, men always fight alone!

Gray looked reluctant and waved to Ye Zhi. A pair of translucent wind wings gathered behind her and soon disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Ye Zhi stood there for a long time, staring at Grey's disappearing back, and murmured: "The origin of the dragon heart that the King of the Wild Hunt gave to Grey is still very mysterious..."

Based on the existing information, Yeats secretly inferred.

"The relationship between the King of the Wild Hunt and the Silver Dragon Queen is very unusual. Is there some kind of cause and effect between Gray and the Silver Dragon Queen?"

After thinking for a long time, Ye Zhi came up with nothing. He sighed and said, "There is no plot line between the King of the Wild Hunt and Grey in the game, but now the plot has changed because of me. I can only take it one step at a time and find a way to find out the past between Lorraine and the Silver Dragon Queen."

"And the four apostles who have not yet appeared are still a big trouble..."

The "sulfur fire" that the Blood Spider had used before, as well as the prophecy of "the fire of God's wrath" mentioned by the Black Knight, flashed through Ye Zhi's mind, and he stroked his chin.

"If all else fails, then think of a way to fan the flames and make the Apostles and the Dark Night Goddess fight each other!"

Zuanya said: "Great, I love watching this! (ω)"

Ye Zhi: “…”

This is not a heroic squirrel at all, this is an evil squirrel!

*afternoon.

In the Lord's Hall, Ye Zhi sat behind the desk with his hands on his forehead, listening to Jin Ying's report.

Jinying has a photographic memory and outstanding knowledge, and has become Yeats's trusted deputy. This bookish blond beauty adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, stared at the parchment scroll in her hand, and said one by one: "Your Excellency the Duke, a farmer sent a large number of cattle and Highland thoroughbred horses from Wick Harbor. According to the official documents, it is a gift from Duke Thomas to you, worth more than 5,000 gold coins."

"An elder from the village council has applied to hold a sacrificial ceremony to the God of Fertility in his village. I hope to get your approval..."

Yeats listened, nodding from time to time.

Thomas' attitude had changed a lot. After Yeats spared his life, Thomas was quite sensible and sent people to show his goodwill every now and then... It was not ruled out that he might hold a grudge, but at least he did a good job on the surface. Judging from his actions rather than his heart, Yeats would not make things difficult for him.

Worshiping the god of fertility in spring is an ancient tradition.

This god of fertility is one of the twelve main gods. Like moonlight and dark night, he has powerful divine powers. He is a male god holding a sword of fertility and riding a giant golden pig.

The God of Fertility was more willing to show his miracles to farmers than to nobles, so his belief was very popular among the common people, but was often rejected and opposed by some nobles.

Yeats naturally would not do that and approved the application for sacrifice.

Jin Ying's report was coming to an end, and he said, "In addition, there is a sculptor who calls himself Mirandi. He hopes you can give him a grant, and he will create a sculpture in your image..."

Yeats was suddenly startled and asked in surprise, "Wait, Miranti, is that the famous architect and sculptor from Florence?"

Jinying pondered and said, "Based on what I have learned so far... Mirandi's painting and sculpture skills are both very good, but he doesn't seem to be as famous as you said."

Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment, and asked quickly: "How old is he?"

"About twenty-five or twenty-six." Jinying said.

Ye Zhi was overjoyed and said, "Where is he now? Bring him to see me!"

Mirandi is the chosen one of art in the original story. With his master-level skills in architecture, painting, sculpture and other fields, he was favored by the goddess of art in his later years and became the chosen one of art. He also triggered a trend similar to the Renaissance in Florence.

Art requires a lot of gold coins.

Therefore, when he was young, Mirandi traveled to various countries to increase his knowledge and skills, and promoted himself to various nobles in order to obtain funding, but he was only met with contempt.

Yeats understood the artist's abilities.

In the game "Civilization", it is like a great man who can create masterpieces has appeared in the territory!

Soon, in the reception room of the lord's castle, Yeats met Mirandi, who had a beard and gentle blue eyes.

Accompanying Mirandi was an old acquaintance of Yeats.

"Dear Duke Yeats." The handsome elf in a bright red robe gracefully leaned forward and smiled, "You are worthy of being the chosen one of art in this world. You have seen that my friend is extraordinary in the field of art!"

"Perron?" Yeats asked in surprise, "How come you are with Mirandi?"

Perron shrugged. "We met at a striptease at the Moulin Rouge."

Ye Zhi was stunned and looked at Miranti, but Miranti said awkwardly: "Please don't misunderstand, Your Excellency the Duke. The reason why I went to the Moulin Rouge is that it would be much cheaper to let dancers serve as nude models than to hire professional nude models..."

"While I was kissing a three-meter-tall girl with the blood of a giant, Mirandi was in his room, painting his picture album on a cheap model."

Perron recalled the details of the time and said with emotion: "At that time, I felt that this artist could definitely achieve great success. Later, I found that his ability was indeed extraordinary, so I wanted to introduce him to you!"

Ye Zhi said: "So, that giant girl is your current girlfriend?"

A trace of sadness flashed across Perron's eyes, and he said dejectedly: "She is my love...at least she used to be."

Ye Zhi: "...When are you going to find a half-orc as your girlfriend?"

Perron smiled faintly: "To be honest, my seventh and nineteenth girlfriends were orcs... They were very... how should I put it, very wild, but their body odor was a bit strong. I also objectively recorded these in the "Guide to the Customs of Different Races"."

Ye Zhi: “…”

This is the calmness that is unique to the older generation of artists! Mirandi is a bit introverted, but as the conversation progresses, he gradually opens up.

"I admire your deeds very much." Mirandi's eyes shone slightly, "You have both the romance and spontaneity of the god of wine, and the brilliance and bravery of the god of light..."

"I never imagined that a bard who created many immortal masterpieces could achieve such a great victory in the war in the north... I sincerely admire and envy you!" Mirandi said with emotion.

Yeats was very pleased with these words. Moreover, since Mirandti's future artistic achievements could be described as a "master", Yeats decided to hire Mirandti to stay in the White Night City and asked him to create works of art based on the gods.

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

Great works of art can have a subtle influence on people's beliefs.

Through art, the classicism and prosperity of the Age of Gods were recreated, thus impacting the theocracy of the Vatican.

This is Yeats's conception.

Yeats planned to vigorously promote the development of art in the city with White Night City as the center. This would not only weaken the influence of the Holy See, but also enhance the power of the goddess of art.

Moreover, this cultural movement will spread radially in all directions, and may have an impact on the entire kingdom and even the entire continent.

Mirandi was the first artist Yeats decided to sponsor. When word of mouth spread, other artists would also gather in the White Night City.

"Now I have become Petrarch, the initiator of the Renaissance," Yeats said to himself.

A temple of art needs to be built in White Night City.

Yeats conceived it secretly.

At that time, I can let Mirandi be the designer and chief architect, and let the blind priestess Heber help with reference... I believe that the goddess of art will definitely benefit from this, and in turn will be able to help me, the chosen one of art! Mirandi couldn't imagine that the rumored Duke of Honeysuckle was so young and so friendly.

When he heard the amount of funding Yeats offered, he simply froze in place.

"Don't underestimate yourself." Perron patted Mirandi's shoulder, "You are worth it."

Only then did Mirandi come to her senses and kept expressing her gratitude to Yeats.

Ye Zhi smiled and nodded: "You go back first, and leave Perron and I to talk alone."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke!" Mirandi left excitedly.

In the living room.

Yeats and Perron looked at each other and fell into silence. The atmosphere was strange.

Perron hesitated and spoke first: "Regarding the matter of "The Chronicle of Honeysuckle"..."

Ye Zhi stretched out his hand and said, "Volume 4."

Perron: “Hmm?”

Yeats said, "Give me the fourth volume of 'Travels in Lorraine', and I won't bother you about publishing a book under my name!"

Peren breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Why didn't you say so earlier? I've already finished writing that book. I'll bring it to you next time we meet!"

"How many volumes are there in total?" Yeats asked.

"There are five volumes, and the fifth volume is the most exciting. It contains some stories between Lorraine and the Silver Dragon Queen..." Peren shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that it is not allowed to be published. I can only let my friends enjoy it in private!"

Ye Zhi's heart moved, and he asked, "Where did you find out about the old story between Lorraine and the Silver Dragon Queen?"

Perron said, "I traveled to the eastern part of the empire a few years ago. It was once under the rule of the Silver Dragon Queen. The local Bard Academy still retains some stories about the Silver Dragon Queen, which are recorded in an ancient book..."

"However, a large amount of historical data about the Silver Dragon Queen has been lost, and some people even doubt whether she really existed." Peren spread his hands.

"Can you bring the fourth volume and the ancient book with you next time you see me?" Ye Zhi said, "I am somewhat interested in the deeds of the Silver Dragon Queen."

"Of course, no problem!" Perron said, "It's just... the next time we meet will probably be in March. I plan to go to Roland Kingdom first."

"What are you going to do in Roland Kingdom?"

"There is a trial set by the God of Love there. I want to try my luck and see if I can gain anything." Peren explained.

Ye Zhi nodded and said, "Come on, I wish you can become the chosen one of the God of Love soon!"

"Whether or not I am chosen by the God of Love, I will always proclaim my great love." The Elf Poet said seriously, "Love can even transcend the boundaries of race!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

The bad influence on young people is immeasurable!

*Perron had his plans, and Yeats had his own goals.

Since February, letters have been arriving from London one after another. The handwriting is beautiful. They are handwritten letters from Princess Theresa, either expressing condolences to Yeats or asking about the latest situation on the kingdom's borders.

After a few visits, Yeats became pen pals with her, and learned from her writing about the problems that King Lionheart was worried about recently.

"My father's condition has not improved, and there is a heretic in Plymouth. My father has sent Clan to investigate. I hope the matter can be resolved smoothly..."

Ye Zhi: “…”

Wan La, this time I am on the same road with Ke Lan again! Silver Harbor, Lord's Hall.

Cran sucked on his pipe and examined the map hanging on the wall. His eyes were thoughtful as the smoke filled the air.

At this time, a short message wave came from the magic net.

"Mr. Crane, I am somewhat interested in the Tidecaller Cult and plan to go to Portsmouth in person... If you have any clues, please share them with me. I would be very grateful. Yeats Browndi."

Snap——

The pipe fell to the ground.

Crane's face was solemn.

You are sitting at home when bad news comes from the sky!

(End of this chapter)