Prince Arthur pressed his chest, except for his own heartbeat, he could not hear other sounds in the world.
A heart was clamoring, like the most pure child's outburst of desperate longing for something.
He knew he was a monster, a madman who wasn't normal. His love for things stemmed from their own beauty, but when that beauty ceased to shine, or was overshadowed by other beauties, he would not hesitate to reject that thing. All along, he has been looking for, looking for truly incomparable beauty.
That beauty should have both the characteristics of the kingdom of God and hell, redemption and destruction, softness and hardness, compassion and cruelty.
But the real world is distorted and ugly, even if there is an occasional gleam of light passing by in the dark, it will soon be mixed with mud and sewage. Since he can't find the beauty that can satisfy his longing in this world, it's better to just tear off those high-sounding curtains and let the whole world become a bat's nest together. Such thoughts breed day after day, and only when they find something slightly "beautiful" will they subside.
But those are incomplete, just like the flowers on the wall, which are indeed beautiful at first glance, but soon you will find that their beauty is flat and dry.
After disappointment again and again, those unqualified "beauties" became plaster statues in the garden of Prince Arthur's palace—since they are unqualified, they should be completely eliminated.
He left the Lute Empire and came all the way, driven by the longing that never subsided day after day. He wanted to confirm that she was the perfect one, the one that never faded, the one he had been struggling with all this time. pursued. He didn't have the chance to witness the scene of God's judgment, but what he saw today made up for his regret, and he got the answer.
The blood is rushing in the blood vessels, and every nerve is clamoring: there is no need to wait any longer, there is no need to observe any more, it is her.
No one, no one is more perfect than her.
Past, present and future, no more.
Prince Arthur's eyes are extremely blue, revealing a childlike innocence as well as borderline madness.
Everyone chanted "The Holy Spirit is really revived", and were moved to tears by the scene before them. No one noticed the abnormality of Prince Arthur. He stared at the queen, and at the same time made a few gestures lightly, and some shadows moved silently.
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Fanatical crowds rushed over from all around, trying their best to get closer, closer to the Queen.
Everyone wants to see this living Holy Spirit incarnate on earth up close, and everyone wants to hear her blessing with their own ears. No matter how bad it is, even if I can kiss the corner of her skirt and the stone slab she walks on.
Dalton and others surrounded the queen, guarding her carefully.
However, even the nobles couldn't help speculating in private whether the Queen was really the incarnation of the Holy Spirit, otherwise, why would God bless her again and again? And if you think about it more carefully, isn't Queen Roland accomplished so many miraculous things? From being crowned as a king as a princess, to the current purge of the Southern Tour, even rebellious pirates have served her. Her majesty is growing day by day, just like the rising sun.
Although the beliefs of the nobles are far from pious, and many of them don't mind disobeying the will of the gods, the seeds of awe still took root in their hearts.
After the crowd finally regained some order, the historical theater troupe, which had been rehearsed repeatedly, was finally able to step onto the stage and present a performance to the Queen.
This is also one of the gifts carefully prepared by the people of Rose Strait. Through the mouths of actors dressed as ancient monarchs and heroes, the people of Rose Strait told the Queen how they appreciated her for all she had done for the Empire, and they compared her to the Manifest Rose, sincerely thanking God for making this flower The roses were brought to the Roland Empire, and they were willing to turn them into the fertile soil that made the roses eternally bright and beautiful.
Throughout the performance, the queen listened intently.
The crowd gradually quieted down, and people and the queen listened to the singing of the actors. The hearts of the subjects and the hearts of the king were connected as one at this moment.
After the theatrical performance, the queen was not stingy with her applause. When she wanted to get up and say something, unexpectedly, a dozen or so old people—they had different identities, but they were all respected elders in the Rose Strait, and the mayor stepped forward together.
"Your Majesty," the mayor walked up slowly and solemnly, holding an old silver wine glass in both hands, "please accept this gift."
The queen got up, took the silver goblet from the mayor, and found that it contained a key. A key that cannot open any door, but is extremely valuable—it is the city key that symbolizes the entire Rose Strait, and it is as old as the port.
"This gift is very valuable, sir."
said the queen.
"Because we have no other gift to give you but this," said the Mayor. , only this—we dedicate the loyalty of this city to you, we dedicate to you the love and respect of this city.”
"Thank you, thank you," the Queen held the silver wine glass tightly and smiled from the bottom of her heart. "Its meaning is so precious and profound. This is the best gift I have ever received. Don't worry, everyone. I will cherish it as my life."
Among the elders who accompanied the mayor to present the city key, some turned their heads away to hide their tears of emotion.
As the queen took her oath, a dozen or so waiting children sang the Pentecost hymn.
The clear singing of the children seemed to come from the kingdom of God, and the crowd in the square spontaneously sang along. When the hymn was over, the youngest child, a lovely blond girl with a bouquet of roses, ran down the stage.
The queen knelt and took the bouquet of roses from her hand.
The little blonde girl looked very shy, but when the queen took the bouquet, she stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed the queen on the cheek.
"Your Majesty, may God bless you."
The girl's eyes were shining brightly, and her cheeks were as red as apples. She quickly added another sentence.
"We all love you."
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After the Queen accepts the keys to the city, the celebration of Holy Ghost Day begins in earnest.
The carnival team walks through all the alleys, the clowns at the crossroads are throwing colored balls vigorously, and the noble ladies also take advantage of this rare opportunity to walk into various shops, or spend time with their sweetheart in secret Corner tryst. As for the queen, she walked into the civilian area with her maid and some close officials.
Although the civilian area has been cleaned up, the traces of poverty are still everywhere here, and most of the poor are emaciated and emaciated.
The queen in a white cloak walks in the dark streets, greets every poor person she meets, and touches their foreheads lightly in the way the legendary gods redeem their souls.
"God will bless you."
The queen said to an old man who was half-blind, and then took a piece of cotton cloth from the attendant behind her and put it in the old man's hand.
According to the consistent religious tradition, in the days when the Holy Spirit is revived, the rich should help the poor, the nobles should be considerate of the common people, and the monarch should set an example to condolence to the poor poor in their kingdom and give them gifts.
But generally speaking, few monarchs are willing to really spend a whole day dealing with lowly commoners. In most cases, the kings will imitate the image of the Holy Spirit today, simply touch the forehead of one or two poor people, and then the attendants will distribute some fish, meat and beer, etc., and it will be done.
It is almost unheard of for a Queen to walk patiently from street to street.
Jem, the unlucky merchant who had brought cotton to the queen, followed her, thinking that his luck had probably been betting on her with all his bad luck. The queen did not break her word, and shortly after touring the high street that day, merchant Jem became one of the royal merchants.
The Queen later paid Jem for the cotton cloth in the name of the Crown. However, as the days passed, Jem never saw that the Queen had any intention of using the cotton cloth. It made him uneasy, lest the queen would give up the cotton later on—for gods' sake, he didn't want to go from a royal merchant to a bankrupt merchant again.
Amidst the tension, Jem finally received an order from the Queen as it was approaching Holy Ghost Day.
What the queen wants to do is more effective and kinder than he imagined.
She donated most of the fabrics to the poor in Rose Strait without taking a penny. The material and color of these fabrics are not high-quality, but they are incredibly warm and soft for the poor. On the other hand, the fine white cotton cloth, like the Queen's, was left behind.
In this short period of half a day, several noble ladies have asked him cryptically how the fabric of the queen's dress was sold.
Although the material of the cotton cloth restricts it from becoming a complicated and exquisite formal dress... But after seeing the Queen's appearance like an angel in the square, which noble lady would not want to show her pure and holy demeanor in more casual occasions? Of course, in addition to this, as the news of the holy miracle spreads, there must be many people who wish to wear the same clothes as the incarnation of the Holy Spirit in the world...
As a qualified businessman, Jem is already thinking about the two different directions of cotton cloth trade.
A vague premonition that from now on, cotton cloth will enter the daily life of Roland people.
May God bless the Queen.
Businessman Jem sincerely blessed.
"May God bless you."
The queen's soft voice resounded in the streets.
Dalton watched her put the cotton cloth into the thin woman's hands, and saw the tears in the eyes of the woman, and murmured her blessing back.
As the blond girl said earlier:
We all love you.
Dalton was born in the Lopt region.
It is the most widely known civic area, full of hunger, hatred and violence. No one knows better than he the weight and meaning of the words "We all love you."
In many cases, the common people are so numb to the point of indifference to who the master of the empire is.
The crown is exchanged on the heads of the monarchs, but the slums are still the slums, even if there are a hundred monarchs, no one cares about their lives. In this case, where is loyalty? However, on the other hand, if someone reaches out to them to dispel the cloud for them, they will not hesitate to hand over their gratitude and love.
It's just that such cases are so rare that people have almost no hope of living in dirty places. No one thought that one day the sun's rays would really fall into the dark corners.
Just like Dalton once did not believe that he could be treated fairly.
The adjutant at the side nudged the companion beside him with his elbow, winked frantically, and motioned him to quickly look at the boss's expression. The companion was originally helping to distribute cotton cloth, but when he turned his head and glanced, his expression was as if he saw the sun coming out from the west.
The young black-haired officer stood in the dark alley, quietly watching the queen who bent over to greet the woman. His eyelashes drooped slightly, and his expression could be called...
gentle? !