Chapter 306 Celebration
Finna Wood ran away without looking back, acting as if a monster was chasing her.
Azuka averted her gaze indifferently. Perhaps the biggest change in the Savior, after being reborn, was his lack of interest in the basic social interactions that held him together. His protectiveness, or rather, his need for control, had almost entirely shifted to those he cared about. If it were him before, he would never have allowed children like Percy and Fina to easily perceive his terrifying power. He would even have deliberately, in subtle and subtle ways, compelled those around him to willingly follow his will.
As for now - it's a good thing to be afraid of him, so that these little brats won't bother the professor every day.
He quietly reappeared in the professor's makeshift office. Sergeant Victor Lawrence's eyes were red and puffy, and he looked dazed, but his body language was noticeably more relaxed. As for the professor—he maintained his previous posture, hands folded under his chin, staring silently into space, saying nothing, his emotions unnoticed.
"Are you okay?"
A comfortable warmth emerged on his shoulders and neck. One person skillfully touched the side of his neck, gently caressing the thin skin of his jaw with his fingertips. It was a little itchy, and Nova paused, then suddenly rested his cheek on the other person's palm and rubbed it hard.
Azuka: “…”
The fingers that were originally hanging at the sides could not help but curl up in restraint.
"...Nothing," the black-haired young man said slowly. "I was just thinking, no matter which world it is, it's difficult to escape the cyclical laws of history. No matter how noble and great the early ideals, they still cannot escape the gradual corruption of vested interests over time, and even their complete degeneration and destruction."
The commander of the Third Legion stationed in the Brafar area is a branch of the Ruskin family, the same family that the professor had previously provided clues about and that was suspected of "treason" by the Knight Commander and the queen behind him.
Based on Victor's description, the professor speculated that the Ruskins, also members of the great noble families who rose to prominence through military exploits, had uncovered evidence of the Shrike family's involvement in the resale of military supplies and used this as a threat. However, the Black Dragon of Port Morris had previously exposed evidence of collusion within the Ruskin family. The royal family was determined to deal with the traitors, and Henderson Shrike also wanted to seize the opportunity to eliminate the Ruskins in one fell swoop, preventing the other party from taking advantage of the situation. Thus, the cruel millstone of misfortune began to grind.
From Sergeant Victor Lawrence's perspective, he and his comrades never surrendered to the enemy, let alone betrayed their country. Yet, the support promised by the commander-in-chief never arrived, leaving him the only one killed in the entire company. But the truth behind the conspiracy was both simple and absurd: the Iron Shield Honor Assault Company, because of its prestige, reputation, and reputation as a renowned heroic unit, had been "chosen" as a sitting duck for political opponents. With a few words from those in power, the lives and honor of 185 soldiers became victims of internal political strife.
The most ironic thing is that both the Ruskin family and the Shrike family had ancestors who were famous generals. Their ancestors expanded the territory and killed the enemies on the battlefield, but their descendants relied on selling out their soldiers in exchange for short-term benefits.
Azuka listened quietly. He and his companions had spent the rest of their lives on the battlefield, and these vile and insidious tactics were as common to them as breathing. In other words, soldiers always fought for the interests of the rulers behind them, purely for military merit and rewards, or simply to survive as tools of violence... The people's army, "fighting for the people," was an unprecedented anomaly.
Not for the king, not for the nobles, not for the so-called "family honor", and not for money, food, or women - just for the countless people struggling to survive in the mud.
He couldn't help but lower his head and reverently kissed the creator of all these miracles, kissing the man's soft, slightly curly black hair and smooth, pale forehead. The professor, whose thoughts were interrupted, glared at the guy in confusion, pressed his face against the man again, and pushed him away.
"Control yourself." The black-haired young man said expressionlessly, "I haven't finished yet. Kiss me after I finish."
The savior couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes full of tenderness: "You speak, I'm listening."
"Sergeant Victor Lawrence's testimony is very important." The professor tapped the table with his knuckles. "Fina has made a contribution this time. The specific reward will be determined according to the regulations. Or you can ask her what she wants when you have time. Send a therapist to monitor Sergeant Lawrence's condition, including his mental state. And the evidence regarding the Shrike family's crimes..."
Nova was silent for a moment, frowning slightly: "You should be more familiar with the northern border of the empire and Fernlos?"
"Very familiar." Azuka said lightly: "We are old rivals."
Including Saint Salvatore and his frost dragon White Nightmare.
"Then you can arrange it." The professor nodded. "Don't be too impatient. Our people probably don't have much spare time to get involved right now. Just make plans early—for now, let's focus on the Blooming Conference."
The black-haired young man sighed tiredly, leaned back, took off his glasses, and slowly rubbed his eyebrows.
...war. He and the foreign enemies together served as the gravediggers of this vast ancient empire.
…
This year's celebrations for the divine festival were arguably the most sloppily executed and problematic of all. In Amacadio, both the royal family and the church intended for the celebrations to be grand and lively, attempting to mitigate the shadow of war. However, insufficient funds and public panic resulted in a riotous display of disgrace.
On the day of the sacrifice, the ceremonial arch that the craftsmen had hastily built collapsed in half before the parade passed through. Amidst the dust, exclamations, screams, and cries, the residents of Amacatio almost thought that the army of Fellowes had invaded.
Then, as the Pope's golden carriage passed through the Piazza del Sol, rotten tomatoes flew from nowhere and exploded on the ground. As Cassius II and Queen Esmeralda waved to the crowd from the viewing platform, someone suddenly appeared in the crowd, yelling, "Get out, you traitorous bitch!" The Knight of the Silver Helmet finally caught them, only to discover they were so drunk they'd forgotten their own name.
To build momentum for the Blooming Conference, the People's Party also made some preparations for the God's Day celebrations—very simple, very meager, simply setting up a simple stage in a commoner's gathering area and performing a few plays written by their own people that satirized the powerful. As the celebrations near Yuanxin Square descended into chaos, more and more commoners began to gather toward the stage, laughter rising incessantly.
Fina and some other children cleverly took the opportunity to weave their way through the crowd, handing out flyers. The professor stood at the edge of the crowd, quietly watching the actors on stage, using exaggerated body language to portray a noble lord being tricked by clever peasants. The antics and lines brought laughter to the audience.
He had read the scripts and enthusiastically tried to offer some suggestions - but then the professional screenwriters from the Miugana Academy rushed into his office, slammed the table, and rejected his suggestions with a look of grief and indignation, as if forcing him to adopt these suggestions would be tarnishing their own professional ethics. They claimed that the new president's "humor" would cause flowers to wither, rivers to freeze, and even the birds in the sky to forget to flap their wings and fall like stones.
professor:"……"
The great tyrant surrendered and silently handed over everything to the professionals from another world.
He didn't use any magic to conceal his whereabouts, and soon someone noticed the "ghost" was also there. Nova caught a glimpse of someone quietly leaving the crowd, crouching and running off into the distance. Beside him, Azuka narrowed her eyes slightly, but before she could move, her lover grabbed her finger.
"That's fine, let them go," the professor said indifferently. "The People's Party can't always stay in the dark."
Azuka sighed helplessly and indulgently, and used her fingers to gently smooth back the wind-blown hair of the person next to her: "This is your rare time to relax."
"It doesn't matter where you watch a show." The black-haired young man snorted sarcastically, "The idiots in real life are much more devious than the clowns in the theater."
Azuka: “…”
He couldn't help but chuckled softly: "Who said you are not good at humor?"
"I think so," the professor said, glancing at him expressionlessly, with a hint of smugness in his voice. "When I was little, I even memorized a collection of jokes just to be able to socialize with people."
However, the effect didn't seem to be very good. His peers just looked at him as if he was a lunatic, and then whispered to each other with their friends.
The play on stage had already reached its climax, but the laughter was interrupted by the sound of horse hooves approaching from afar. A knight in silver armor, mounted on a horse, appeared at the end of the crowd. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, swept through the crowd, finally fixing on the black-haired young man standing at the edge.
The crowd stirred slightly. The people of the royal city naturally recognized the Silver Helmet Knight's attire. They were puzzled as to why these royal messengers, instead of protecting the king and queen, were now among the common people.
The Silver Helmet Knight dismounted, and when he caught a glimpse of the person with concealed features beside the ghost, his body stiffened for a moment. Although it was fleeting, the professor quickly caught it.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the guy nervously pull out an... invitation? Then he took a deep breath and read it out loud in front of everyone.
"Dear Mr. Nova, the new president of the Oakenselle Society. I am here on the orders of Her Majesty the Queen to invite you to attend the dinner at the Kite Heart Palace tonight."
There was an uproar, and even the performance came to an abrupt halt. Everyone's eyes were focused on them. Fina, who had already cautiously run to the professor's side, couldn't help but grab the edge of the black-haired young man's clothes, but she let go awkwardly when Azuka glanced at her.
The Silver Helmet Knight wasn't afraid of the gazes of the common people, but the one he feared was standing right next to the Ghost. He swallowed hard and added, "Her Majesty the Queen has granted you permission to bring a companion to the banquet."
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