"Woo~"
The desolate horn sounded for the third time in the land of Boravice, but it lacked the passion and grandeur of the previous two times, only the sad low echo.
In the mountains not far from the camp, a solemn funeral was being held. Many wounded soldiers dragged their sick bodies, solemnly put on armor and held spears, and watched quietly as Xiao's coffin was placed into the tomb by four captains.
Under the broken black sea dragon flag stained with blood, a woman in plain clothes pulled a boy of about ten years old, enduring endless pain and sorrow, and watched her husband's coffin being buried with strength.
With a bandage on his forehead and his injured left hand in a sling, Xia Lan walked over to the boy holding the broken spear. Looking at the child with tears in his eyes who was trying hard not to let them fall, he handed the broken sword to him.
“Your father, Xiao, was a great warrior. He prevented the Mohai Dragon Banner from falling on the land of Bolavis. It was he who saved me and taught me how to become a king.
The endless Doron Mountains will remember his achievements, the mysterious and treacherous Storm Land will remember his achievements, the emerald plains surrounded by mountains will remember his achievements, and every Faox living in Boravice will remember his achievements..."
After taking the broken sword, the boy named Baham hugged Xia Lan and cried bitterly. He did not cry when he heard the news of his father's death in battle, and he did not cry when his father was buried. It was not until his father was recognized that he could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes.
He was born on White Wave Island. Since childhood, he had watched his father go out early and come back late, tired. There were always whip marks on his body, but he never complained. He always smiled and made small toys for him with straw.
But after arriving in Boravice, my father always echoed Chekhov with the other soldiers in training, complaining to Captain Heli that the training was too hard, but all he got in return was Captain Heli's violent suppression.
But Baham saw his father's smile from the heart, and he trained harder and more seriously. He said that he wanted to become the most powerful warrior in Faox and get the recognition of His Majesty the King.
Xia Lan wiped Baham's tears, looked into his eyes seriously and said: "From now on, your name is Baham Xiao, and you will live with your father's spear."
Baham Shaw nodded heavily, accepted the surname that only nobles had the right to have, and also took over the honor of a warrior in front of the Doron Mountains.
After the funeral, the crowd slowly dispersed in the forest overlooking the Emerald River, leaving only a tombstone with the words:
Xiao, the first warrior to sacrifice for the Kingdom of Faox, but not the last, was the flag bearer who once again raised the Ink Sea Dragon Flag in Boravice and kept it standing.
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The camp has a name, Dawn City.
No one knew why His Majesty chose such a name. It sounded a bit old-fashioned, but no one objected. Everyone was digging stones to build the first Temple of Truth in Dawn City.
On White Wave Island, Varyan also noticed the religious issues of his subjects. The Lord of Dawn was one of the most popular names of gods among the believers of Midgard.
However, the Temple of the Lord of Dawn has not been managed for ten years. The temple was built by Tone Sudin's predecessor, and all the people on the island are believers in the Lord of Dawn.
So Varyan waved his hand and renamed the dilapidated Temple of Dawn to the Temple of Truth. He didn't do much repairs, but just took out the statue of the Lord of Dawn, removed the weeds, and cleaned it up.
The islanders did not react much after discovering that the seldom-visited Temple of Dawn had been renamed the Temple of Truth by the new lord. As long as there was a god to worship, they did not care which god it was.
After being intimidated by Varyan, the merchants became much more honest and started doing business obediently. Although they no longer had various privileges, the spice production area of Brownsea Island was still very attractive. In addition, with a population of nearly 4,000, it was considered a large island.
Although Tone Sudin was considered a sinner in the eyes of the people of Whitelang Island, he also laid a solid foundation for Whitelang Island. By exploiting the support of the people and the Thirteen Councils, he conditionally issued welfare benefits that attracted a large number of maritime merchants, built a complete port terminal, and made Whitelang Island a false prosperity, forming a city attraction phenomenon in the southern waters of Balo Island.
What Varyan has to do now is to increase the wages of his greedy subjects so that they have money to spend, turn this false prosperity into reality, and completely trap those sea merchants in this consumer market of 4,000 people.
To put it coldly, Toné Soutine is more like a true ruler. He regards everything as a tool, and human life is just data in his eyes. He holds the knife tightly in his hand and just resists the suppression. He doesn't care whether his people hate him or fear him.
The corpses piled up to create the best docks in the Baltic Sea, the largest spice fields, and the largest ports. One step faster, every step faster. The "prosperous" place attracted merchants, and merchants promoted "prosperity".
The nobles of the Baltic Islands rejected Tone Soutine not only because he was a thorn planted by the Thirteen Parliaments, but also because of the crazy development method of Brownsea Island. There was even a saying among the Baltic nobles that this was the case.
If you come across a floating corpse while sailing on the sea, it is either an unlucky person who suffered a shipwreck, or a poor guy who died of exhaustion on White Wave Island.
This is enough to explain what kind of person Tone Sudin is, and for this reason, Varean must correct this somewhat deformed Whitesea Island.
The White Wave Island Castle issued a new administrative order, which stated that the people would no longer be paid wages for the summer spice harvest. Instead, the spices picked by the people would be divided into a 10:90 profit, with 10% going to the people and 90% going to the lord.
Upon hearing the news, the islanders did not believe it at first, but when Wodek led his men to divide the picking areas for the people, everyone shouted "Long live the lord".
Varyan asked everyone to call him Administrator instead of Lord.
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