Chapter 242 Triumphal Ceremony
For some reason that would not be explained to outsiders, the Duke of Black Iron, who had always been like a brother to King Syat and was a legendary hero in people's hearts, stayed at home instead of coming to the capital to attend the triumphal ceremony.
The reason he gave was that years of fighting had had a huge impact and he needed to regulate his emotions and state.
However, Ariel, the "Man of the Stars", left with the Fisher family and headed for the capital of Siat.
Darren and his companions finally arrived at the capital of Syat. They saw an endless stream of carriages on the vast streets and busy people coming and going, forming a busy and orderly picture.
Landmark buildings such as museums and theaters stand throughout the city, as well as the tall Kingdom Clock Tower, showing the world the glorious history and prosperous present of the Syat capital.
"This is the capital of the Siat Kingdom! That's the Kingdom Clock Tower!"
Many people in the Fisher family were very excited, and every Syat had an unspeakable yearning for the king.
After getting off the carriage, Darren also looked at everything here silently.
It is indeed a nice big city. The Kingdom Clock Tower located in the center of the city is very tall and outstanding. It is said that it is the first building built by the Syat people to record the time of the Syat people's existence to the gods.
Will Nasir be as prosperous as the royal capital in the future?
He murmured to himself, "The capital of Siat is a nice place. It is much more prosperous than Fein City, and not so dirty and messy. It can be seen that the city's managers are quite good at planning."
Ariel also got out of the family carriage and explained calmly:
"That's not the case. More than a decade ago, the capital was overcrowded due to too many immigrants. It was not until King Syat adopted the decision of a close minister and built multiple towns near the capital that the population pressure was alleviated."
That is indeed a solution. Darren nodded slightly and asked, "I see. Who is that close minister? Which big family's blood relatives are they from?"
Ariel's beautiful appearance was very eye-catching, and what was even more eye-catching was the emblem of the Roman family on the carriage. When everyone saw her, they would salute respectfully with admiration in their eyes.
She glanced at Darren and explained calmly:
"That close minister is a Silver Court Mage, a member of the Yardley royal family. Although she is not married to anyone in the royal family, she is still deeply bound to them."
"She may be one of the few silver monarchs on the continent. She is very talented and smart. It is not easy for her to reach the monarch level in such a short lifespan."
Silver descent.
Darren was slightly stunned. He had heard since he was a child that there was a powerful Silver Court Mage in the Siat Palace, but he didn't expect that the character in the story would come right in front of him.
The lifespan of the Silver Race is short, and only a very small number of geniuses have the opportunity to reach the level of a powerful monarch. Unfortunately, that cannot change the various problems that exist within the race itself.
He smiled and asked, "So, respected Lady Ariel, what is the name of the Silver Court Mage?"
Ariel answered without hesitation: "'Silver Poem' Afafu."
She still hoped to have a good relationship with the Fisher family. The coercion in the past was a bit too offensive, so she had to be gentler in the future.
Ariel has also reflected on her hot temper. However, the inheritance she cultivated is related to emotions. The more violent the emotions, the stronger the spellcasting power will be, so she often uses anger to solve problems.
As this happened more and more often, she would often get angry subconsciously.
Unfortunately, Ariel knew one thing very well: the old man did not want the family to be inherited by an emotional person.
Unless he is the only powerful monarch left in the family.
Silver Poetry.
"I remember that."
Darren nodded to indicate that he remembered it. Silver Poetry, it sounded like an interesting nickname.
At this moment, the silver-haired boy Kano laughed and couldn't help asking something: "Actually, I've always been curious, why do so many extraordinary people have nicknames? Is it because everyone's names are hard to remember? Hahahaha!"
Ariel also looked at the boy for a while, and continued to explain:
"In fact, ordinary people like to give nicknames, and many nicknames are not given by ordinary people, but by a group of idle people in the church."
Kano was stunned for a while, and asked doubtfully: "You mean the people in the church?"
This was the first time he heard of this statement.
When Darren heard the word "church", he couldn't help but think of the person who saved him in the end in Rhea. She was from the church and it was said that she would go to the East Coast in the future.
By then, I can communicate more with her, which will be of great help to the Fisher family.
Ariel nodded slightly and continued:
"In fact, many clergy in the church are idle. They have no extraordinary powers and do nothing on weekdays. They are extremely idle. You can even say that they are just a group of lazy pigs."
"There is a group of people from various Orthodox churches who call themselves 'Recorders'. They do a lot of weird things, such as giving nicknames to various extraordinary people."
She paused, her expression becoming subtle:
"Basically, half of the monarchs' nicknames were given by the Recorders."
ah?
Darren and Kano were both stunned. They didn't expect that there was such an organization within the church.
"These 'record keepers' are really idle and have nothing to do. They support many scholars and artists to mess around. Over the past thousand years, many new things have emerged because of their support, such as ice cream, sparkling wine, and certain theorems in mathematics, physics, and alchemy."
"I see. Then I am very grateful for their 'foolishness'."
Darren stroked his chin calmly. There are indeed many people who are wealthy but have no extraordinary powers. After getting tired of simply eating, drinking and having fun, they will do things that seem to be meaningless.
But those things may not be meaningless. On the contrary, they may gradually change the world.
Kano narrowed his eyes and muttered, "I see. I also want to become a member of the Recorder, but is it okay if I don't want to join the church?"
Darren laughed and couldn't help saying, "You just want to eat, drink and have fun, and wait for death, right?"
Kano explained with a smile:
"Everyone's path is different. So what if you just eat, drink and have fun? After all, many things depend on fate. Who says that just eating and waiting to die is necessarily a bad life? Maybe it will be more comfortable?"
What he meant was that even if I just ate and waited for death, I could still master the power of the sequence, but he couldn't say it in front of Ariel.
Darren couldn't help but wonder if Kano would still be as carefree as he is now if he really encountered a life-and-death crisis.
If it is still possible, then Kano is indeed a remarkable person.
But he still said very bluntly: "Kano, I don't know why, I kind of hate people like you, it's like you don't have any obsessions at all, you don't care about anything, we are just standing on opposite sides of the world."
"All right."
Kano shut up and immediately noticed that Darren was in a bad mood. Darren was always very relaxed in front of others, but he would feel unhappy every time he talked to him for too long.
A few days later, Syat's triumphal ceremony finally began.
People gathered in the city square, waiting for the grand triumphal ceremony with great anticipation. A magnificent stage was built in the center of the square, decorated with gorgeous garlands and ribbons, and shining with dazzling lights.
As the pleasant music sounded, drums blared, soldiers lined up in neat rows, and the brave Syat soldiers, wearing battle robes, stood on the stage. The colorful flags fluttering in the air danced in the breeze.
When the team welcoming the victors appeared, the audience burst into deafening cheers. Their marching steps were sonorous and powerful, telling of their fearless bravery and joy of victory.
The victors wore gorgeous clothes, wore laurel wreaths on their heads, and held sharp swords as symbols of glory, demonstrating their brilliant achievements.
The Fisher family finally saw King Syat standing on the high platform.
He was dressed in a gorgeous royal robe, wearing a crown on his head, holding a fiery red scepter, his manner was solemn and dignified, and his language was rigorous and powerful.
"The victory of the Syats is foreseeable. We are better than the Rheas. That is a fact known to everyone. I will prove to people that the Syats will rise again. We will become the most glorious nation on the continent of Oden!"
"The gods bless us. Everyone present here believes that the future of the Syat people will be an invincible one!"
At the triumphal ceremony, King Syat gave an inspiring speech, praising the heroes' achievements in the war. Fireworks bloomed in the sky, drawing gorgeous arcs and lighting up the entire city.
The short and fat man on the left side of King Syat, wearing glasses, does not look like a big shot at all and is completely ignored by the public. He is the well-known "useless prime minister".
On the surface, Syat was established completely based on the system of the Loen people, but King Syat did not really want to hand over power to others, so whether it was the cabinet or this useless prime minister, they had no real power or sense of presence at all.
The person Darren was most concerned about, apart from King Siat, was the short, silver-haired woman standing on his right. She had a delicate face and a gentle expression, and did not look aggressive at all.
Silverborn court mage.
Silver Poetry.
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Valley of Bones.
"Still haven't found a way out."
Byrne slowly shook his head and looked towards the lush green fields before him, calmly thinking about how to leave.
The "Dragon Tamer" Aldrich summoned soil through his mysterious artifact "Ring of Earth" and, with the help of the natural power of the Emerald Elf March, planted a field in the valley. The various crops produced were enough to feed the five people trapped here for hundreds of years.
In fact, March was a little unhappy at first. She wondered why Aldridge had this kind of thing and didn't take it out from the beginning, so that she wouldn't have to eat those terrible dry food.
However, even though the food problem was solved, they were still full of anxiety, and no one wanted to be trapped here forever.
Only Aldridge had a good mentality. From the very beginning, he was more determined than anyone else present, as if he would not mind being trapped here for the rest of his life.
He always thinks carefully and arranges everyone's work, and never shows even a little negative emotion.
Byrne couldn't help but look up to the heir of the Roman family even more. No wonder he was designated as the successor. Compared with him, the "Man of the Stars" was like a grumpy child.
"There's no way to leave. Do I have to stay here forever? Aaaaaaaah!"
Zain, who was kneeling in the field, was yelling. He was in a very bad state of mind and kept pulling out his hair like he was going crazy. He prayed to the Lord of Storms almost every day, but there was no response.
He doesn't like to eat any plants and prefers meat and fish. After half a year, he wants to vomit when he sees fruits and vegetables.
"Don't worry, there will always be a way."
Byrne nodded gently and tried to soothe the other person with words, but it had no effect.
He turned around to look for Chris, the guy who had been disappearing frequently recently and no one knew where he had gone.
"Chris, Chris where are you?"
As he was looking for Chris's trace in the valley, he suddenly found that the surroundings were foggy again!
Um?
After more than half a year, the fog came again. Many past memories suddenly flooded into Byrne's mind, and he subconsciously became alert!
(End of this chapter)
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