The Lord is Addicted in Infrastructure

Chapter 156

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"Hey, it's so cold, how can it be so cold..."

In Wisas, an ordinary civilian man walked out of the room wrapped in thick clothes.

The firewood burning in the fireplace last night has been extinguished, and the temperature inside the house has gradually dropped.

Their family was woken up by the cold before the morning, and the man had no choice but to come out and hold some firewood to light it...

A little fire appeared, and the room lit up again.

He heard the gust of wind blowing and banging against the window. After counting the time, it should be almost early in the morning.

However, it was still dark outside the window.

This is not surprising, after all, in winter, the dark hours are always longer.

The man blew the small flame that had finally been ignited, trying to make the flame burn more vigorously in the fireplace.

At this time, his wife got off the bed in her coat.

She picked up the iron kettle on the table for boiling water, shook it, there was no sound, opened it, and the little water left from last night turned out to be frozen.

"...Hey, why is it so cold, it has never been frozen into ice before." The woman frowned and said, then wrapped her coat tightly and poured some water into the pot.

"Have you ever felt that this year's winter seems to be particularly cold, wearing a coat in the house after the winter last year will keep you warm, but this year it's still cold..."

The woman babbled, and then hung the iron kettle for boiling water by the fireplace.

In this way, the water in the pot will also be hot after the sun rises.

The man nodded: "Yes, it feels a lot colder."

"And this year, the Volley River is covered in ice, so thick that boats can't run on it..."

As he was talking, the woman suddenly raised her head and shouted in surprise: "It's snowing outside... It's snowing heavily..."

Outside the pitch-black window, a goose feather-like amount of snow has been falling for some unknown time.

- It's like a silent painting suddenly becomes dynamic, the collision of black and white is very distinct and conspicuous.

And there was a lot of snow, as if all the snowflakes were poured out at once...

When Xia Zoe woke up from the castle, the snow was still falling.

In his room, apart from the green balls standing on the shelf combing their feathers, there are also egg yolks and brown sugar that came in to sleep last night.

At this moment, Xia Zuoyi stood by the window and waved to Brown Sugar: "Come here, come here."

Brown Sugar stood up from the cushion, first yawned, stretched, and then slowly came to Xia Zuoyi's side with his tail.

Xia Zuoyi hugged the brown sugar.

He hid behind the fluffy and reached out to open the window. Suddenly, cold air came in...

The temperature in the house seemed to drop a lot in an instant.

Brown Sugar shook her ears, turned her head and rubbed Xia Zuoyi calmly with her big head, as if to say - "don't be afraid, I will shield you from the wind".

Xia Zuoyi bent her eyebrows and kissed Brown Sugar.

He looked at the big snowflakes falling continuously outside the window, in pieces, as if to dye the entire castle and even the entire Parr Mountain into snow-white color.

The ground, the lake, the treetops... The mountains in the distance, just like putting on new clothes, began to show a different appearance than before.

Xia Zuoyi rested his chin lightly on the top of Brown Sugar's head, and quietly exhaled: "It's starting..."

He then closed the window and pulled his slippers out of the room.

After a while, he came to the outside of the Pope's room and reached out and knocked on the door.

The door was opened, and the figure of Segalot appeared.

"Your Majesty, I have something to discuss with you."

"Come in."

The Empire of Saint Air.

It was also snowing heavily like a goose feather, and there was already a thick layer on the street.

Because of the cold weather, few people are still walking around in the city, and in some places, the mash is broken.

Travel is difficult, and business is not easy to do - many people are now worrying about living and food.

This kind of situation is too often forgiven in the Empire of Saint Air.

After all, since the end of the Black Death epidemic, the empire has experienced a lot of turmoil - turmoil in various places, the change of royal power, and the succession of the eldest prince Warner...

The difficult life of the people of the Empire has not been effectively improved.

Of course, this only refers to commoners and slaves.

The life of the nobles has long since recovered, as it was in the past.

The people at the top have not changed, and the people at the bottom will only suffer more.

"The heavy snow keeps falling like this... It seems that a lot of people will die this winter." An old man hurried home sighed on the street.

He saw that Fan Fan's frowning eyebrows, his father's shoulders, arms and ankles, were covered with worn-out blankets or papers that he didn't know where to pick up, and he hoped to use these things and the eaves above his head to hide from the heavy snow.

However, those figures were motionless in the heavy snow... I don't know if they were frozen, or... dead.

The old man sighed again and walked away quickly.

His family was not wealthy either, and even if he felt unbearable when he saw such a scene, there was no way to help him...

- This winter, he has to think carefully about how to survive.

"Hey, God of Creation, please stop this heavy snow as soon as possible."

The sound of sighing gradually dissipated in the tumultuous snow.

However, the God of Creation was probably taking a nap and did not listen to the request of the lame prayer...

The heavy snow fell all day, until it gradually stopped in the middle of the night. The entire empire seemed to be cold and quiet, and the cold air filled everywhere.

Even a lot of coal and firewood were urgently added to the fireplace of the palace.

Warner couldn't sleep, changed his clothes, put on another coat and walked out of the room.

The room and the corridor are two temperatures, the corridor is very cold…

Holding a lit kerosene lamp in his hand, he turned away the attendants and servants, and came to the study alone.

Before that, he had ordered an attendant to call the second prince, Ken.

When Ken walked into the study, Warner was sitting behind his desk, frowning, flipping through a document in his hand.

"Big brother."

Kane swallowed the urge to yawn, walked to the opposite side of Warner and sat down, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"

Warner first said sorry to him for bothering him so late.

"But I can't find anyone else to talk to right now, Ken, you trust me the most." Warner sighed.

"I understand, bro."

Ken observed Warner's face and asked, "Are you worried about this heavy snow in the Empire?"

"… a lot of people will die."

Ken hesitated: "But before... the Empire had also died in winter, and they were all poor commoners or slaves..."

"They will freeze and starve in every corner of the empire..."

"It's normal, brother."

He didn't understand, what used to happen in winter, why the eldest brother was so worried tonight.

Warner said: "You also said it was once."

"Kean, the empire today can't stand the toss. After the Black Death, the empire has not been calm, and turmoil is happening almost everywhere."

The class of the nobility has not changed, yet the commoners and slaves have been exploited and oppressed.

—The existence of class used to be like a solid triangle, with the bottom layer being the foundation, and the higher the level, the greater the power.

But now the empire is beginning to turmoil from the bottom.

When the lowermost base pads are gradually reduced, evacuated...the result is only a collapse of the existence of the upper classes.

The Empire of St. Airo and the Territory of Desinia are completely governed by two modes.

Xia Zoe abolished the system of enfeoffing territories long ago when the Territory of Desinia was established.

He became the sole lord with the rights of a king.

Although there will be other nobles, mayors, officials, etc. in the territory, they no longer enjoy the supreme sovereignty in their respective cities as before.

Because all territorial areas in Desinia's territory belong to Shazoe.

This also causes him to make correct control of various affairs conveniently and arbitrarily.

Instead of being like Warner, even if he has become a king, he still feels tied.

What's more, because of the reward mechanism set earlier, the number of slaves in Desinia's territory has been greatly reduced.

Even if there are still slaves.

But the slaves living in the Territory of Desinia were much better than elsewhere.

In some ways, Warners cares about Shazoe Designia.

After what happened at the Battle of Quincy.

He has definitely realized that the lord of Desinia, and even the entire territory of Desinia will eventually become an existence that can threaten the empire.

Warner gathered the power of the king in his hands in advance, and I have to say that there is also this reason.

"Big brother..."

Ken Tanner leaned back on the chair, his ice-blue eyes were extremely deep in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, and he couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

"Those nobles with fiefs..."

Warner paused and said: "If I want the empire to continue to expand its territorial scope, first of all, I must firmly control those nobles..."

"They can't be my hindrance."

"Kane, sometimes it's a connivance to let power go too far, and it's time to take it back."

The day after the snow stopped.

The incomparably handsome Hai Dongqing flew into the Holy Church in the Imperial City, and when he was the first to look at the guest, he ran to find the two cardinals who were in charge.

Demps carefully removed the log that was fastened to Green Tuan's paw, opened it, and looked at the parchment curled inside.

Demps' expression changed when he saw what was on the parchment.

There was a look of surprise and some stunned expression on his face, mixed with strange and somewhat incomprehensible emotions...

In short, the complex expression made Malediz, who was waiting to look at the parchment, glared at him, and immediately grabbed the letter.

By the time Maledez had read the above, the expression on his face had become almost the same as Demps's.

He shouted in disbelief: "Your Majesty, what does this mean?!"

Demps came back to his senses: "What do you think it means?"

"Isn't it already written clearly above, Your Majesty intends to build a second Holy Church in Desinia territory..."

"Oh, I see, His Majesty doesn't plan to come back in the future."

Malediz continued: "But how can..."

"Why won't His Majesty come back? The Empire of Saint Air is where His Majesty grew up."

"The Holy See's main church has existed in the Empire for hundreds of years, why did you suddenly want to build a second one..."

"No, it's illegal!"

Demps knew Maledez's old-fashioned and sternness. He must not understand and accept this decision of the Pope, and he will continue to oppose it.

but…

"Do you think it can't be useful, does it work for Your Majesty?" Demps asked with a soul.

Maledez: "..."

How could it be useful.

Because he understood that nothing he said would make the Pope change this decision, Malediz's face couldn't help but become even more ugly.

He said: "But do you think the establishment of the second Holy Church is acceptable... Not to mention, it is still in the territory of Desinia."

"If this decision is known to the imperial family and the king, it may cause another wave."

Demps: "That's not up to you and me."

Malediz finally sighed helplessly: "What is your majesty thinking... Is it really not going to come back?!"

The author has something to say: Xia Xia: I am asking you to discuss something.

Pope: Exactly, I have something to say too.

Xia Xia: Huh

Pope: Can I apply for permanent residence in the castle

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