In the month of the Astrologer, the beginning of each year is called the Moon of Winter Qin. Winter Qinza dominates the charm of a person, so January is the month of social interaction, and most banquets and winter hunts in the kingdom will be held in this month.
June is called the moon of summer and obscurity, which means the moonlight of summer night, and it is the day of magic recovery since Vaughan's entire summer sleep. Therefore, the activities of wizards usually become more frequent after this month-whether it is a living or dead wizard.
But in July, the month of flowing fire, the day when the sun walks on the earth. The sun god Perkin is in charge of power, so this month is the month of power. In the far east, the orcs hold their biggest celebration in this month, the Festival of Flame.
Similarly, for the country under the wings of the Temple of Flame, this is also a crucial month. Eluin’s annual ceremony, the Flame Festival’s celebrations, logically, should have kicked off early in this month, but in the Golan-Elsen area, now it’s down to farmers and noble officials. The terrible news of the war that has continued since the end of the month has come-I don't have this mood for the time being.
However, it seems that the situation has improved. It is said in the countryside that the army of terrible monsters from the south stopped in Dragos and no longer marched north. So it is rumored that the silver-winged cavalry had won two battles on the front line. Less battle flag.
But there are also those who have been defeated. In short, the various news in the rear are divergent, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false. But thank goodness, the country folks are always willing to believe in good things. Fortunately, Lord Nagin of Fort Bragg is a wise man who can bless one party. Everyone praises this.
On the seventh day, the Instaron army turned to Jean Denel, and the countryside of Goran-Elson calmed down again.
It is said that some people have seen the end of the war, because July is the day when the sun walks on the earth, and the dead will burn as soon as they touch the ground, and the kingdom will naturally turn into a counterattack.
Such rumors spread from nowhere, and spread widely in this area within a few days.
Brando was sitting on the edge of a puddle table, listening easily to the conversation between a few farmers in the countryside not far away. It has been two days since he and the others left Ankerze and headed for Braggs along the avenue-Frontline Gradually, it became less stressful, and the number of dead souls was declining. These farmers were at least right-the war was about to come to an end.
Madden took the villagers of Buche to Ankeze, and the news of the fall of Buche area reached Van Mill fortress, and he became a hero of course. Even the garrison and militia with Butcher were all covered. Freya was on the award list like Roman, but this was still a small head, and Brando knew that the main event was still to come.
After the war is over, the kingdom needs to establish heroes. This is an inspiring way. Propaganda that wars will always be yours. I will fight me. It doesn't matter if you lose or lose. Just a bunch of flowers is enough.
However, when they arrived in Ankerze, Madden and his party were sent to Braggs first. The nobles were eager to make practical gains. The garrison and the militia needed real praise, and they only needed to stand up to the reputation of effective command. , There is no conflict between these.
Although Brando had long known that this title would eventually fall on the head of the Whitemane Legion Commander, Earl Pula, the details inside were nothing more than an intrigue between the local nobles and the local army.
However, two news were beyond Brando's expectations.
One is that Bucher’s security team was not completely wiped out. It was heard that Breson and his two deputies had survived. Brando felt as sick as he had eaten a fly when he thought of that annoying guy.
But in any case, as a person who had shared ups and downs, he breathed a faint sigh of relief in his heart.
And the other news seems a bit meaningful, that is, Luc Besson, the tiger, is not dead. When Brando confirmed the news, he felt like he was struck by lightning. It was neither worry nor comfort, but an inexplicable and inexplicable illusion.
History changed because of him
"Damn, these idiots! It's just that Madara changed the original intention of the attack. What does it have to do with those timid nobles? These people don't know anything at all—Brando, Earl Nagin is again Who?"
Freya couldn't help whispering, the young man raised his head and saw the girl's face with disdain.
Brando couldn't help being funny: "Earl Nagin is the parent of the Dragos family. This family is named after this place and has a long history. It is not comparable to ordinary little nobles."
The girl with a long ponytail was taken aback, and her confidence was reduced by half: "Yes, but he can't take everyone's credit..."
"The purpose of those big men is different from ours. We don't have anything to do with them." Brando smiled and said, "Besides, you can't get angry with these rural farmers. Of course, you look down on the nobles because you know. What is in their bones. But these farmers in the countryside don't know that in their eyes, nobles are great figures, so it is natural to think so."
Freya was taken aback, and then she remembered that she used to be the same, thinking that the people in the city are proud and knowledgeable, and the nobles are superior and in control. She couldn't help but looked at the young man across the table, as if she had grown up a little bit after meeting Brando and understood much more truth than before.
Those things that were previously unfathomable in her eyes, now seem to have become unremarkable. But what is leading this change, or is Brando really so amazing
Brando watched her thinking and asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking, did I change?"
"People are bound to change, Freya, but what is the difference between them."
"En?" The girl was taken aback for a while, looking at him suspiciously with light brown eyes.
"wisdom."
"wisdom?"
"Wisdom is that you see more and know more than they do. The more you see and the more you know, the more ordinary the world appears in your eyes." Brando replied.
"What about you, Brando?" Freya thought for a while, and couldn't help asking the question she had always wanted to ask.
"Compared to you, you can say so. But once you learn more, the world becomes more complicated in your eyes, and you have a kind of knowing and endless sincerity and fear—" the young man thought for a moment. Replied.
Freya thought for a while and shook her head slowly.
Brando smiled and said, "You will understand—" But he immediately saw that the businessman was bored and put the tip of her chin on the table, and then raised her eyes to look here, with a pitiful look, and couldn't help it. A good temper is half gone.
"What are you doing again?" he asked.
"No." Roman denies.
He was dumb for a moment.
I have to say that this eldest lady’s deliberate thinking often makes young people’s questions unsustainable. Brando thought about it, but could only change the subject: "Speaking of which, since yesterday, you have been writing and writing. What?"
Roman let a light out of her eyes. She sat up and replied, "It's the price, Brando."
"price?"
"Because since the end of the new flower month, the price of food in Ankeze has risen by more than 50%. If the war can continue into winter, then the merchant lady Roman can complete the first business." The future merchant lady said headly. Replied indifferently.
Roman’s words surprised both of them. Two days ago, I saw this girl having a great time in Ankeze alone. I thought she was completing her own adventure again, but she didn’t know it. Completed market research.
But Brando was surprised by the merchant's sharpness, and Freya was simply surprised that her friend had such a serious side.
"It looks like you can't finish it," Brando became interested and couldn't help but replied: "The war lasts until mid-July at most. Miss Merchant, your first plan is about to fall apart."
"Really?" Roman couldn't help asking.
"Eight or nine are not ten." Brando said heartily, it should be 100%. But he even wanted to see how the merchant lady was beaten, but he was disappointed soon.
"Now, Brando." Roman blinked. "I heard that Braggs has been delivering wine and food from Dragos, Ankerze, and Buchi in the past years, right, Ankerze and Dragor? Has always been an important grain-producing area in the south of Golan-Elsen, right?"
Brando couldn't help but look at Little Roman, thinking you even inquired about this.
"In this way, Braggs has a population of 35,000. Since it is in a state of war, it should stop brewing from the end of May, right?"
"If the nobles get the news in advance, I am afraid it will start in early May—" Brando couldn't help but think that the signs of war are actually manifested in all aspects, but ordinary people seldom notice it.
Miss Merchant shook her finger: "In this way, if the war ends in mid-July. I am afraid that Anchor will not be able to support the two celebrations in time. If Braggs wants to purchase wine and food from the north, he will have to cross it. Grey Eagle Mountains, in that case, the price of alcohol in this area will probably not be lower if you count the loss."
Brando was stunned to hear, and couldn't help asking: "Who told you this?"
"My aunt often said that if you ignore the old man's experience, you will be punished by God." Roman looked at the two of them with shining eyes, and replied solemnly: "There is the old John of the Manoran family, and the old man Anton. , And the lame Calvin, Roman is very likable. Some of these old people have brewed wine for the Braggs region for most of their lives-by the way! Brando, would you like the great businessman Romans to recommend you? Look at one of them, they are pretty good."
Brando couldn't help but glanced at the merchant lady whose tail was about to rise to the sky. He believed that the petty temperament of the other party would be liked by many people, but what is'Roman Lord'
"So you want to take the opportunity of the end of the war and make a fortune? Is this your plan?" he asked.
The merchant lady nodded like smashing garlic.
"Lack of money?"
The merchant lady continued to nod her head like smashing garlic.
"Wait," Freya stood up at the right time, she couldn't help frowning and said: "Brando, you won't be going crazy with Roman too, we don't have much money in our hands."
"Freya, maybe little Roman will give us a surprise."
But Freya didn't believe that pie would fall in the sky.