Hao Ren and his party were very happy to visit their own grave (no mistake), and they all said that this was a novel and interesting experience—at least Lily and Nangong Wuyue said it was quite interesting. Then Hao Ren looked at the solemn obsidian monuments and started talking to Ophra: "Actually, I don't think it's appropriate to put our monuments together with those of these people next to us."
Ophra suddenly misunderstood: "But this is already the highest standard form of commemoration allowed by tradition, second only to the pope and the king..."
"That's not what I meant," Hao Ren pointed to the steles with busts beside him, the one nearest to him was the statue of the rector of Girton, "These are the real heroes who died in the Beinz area, they Deserved to be honored, but a few of us...we are still alive and well, and I don't think I deserve to be ranked with them. It makes me feel a little... sorry for people."
Ophra looked at Hao Ren in surprise, and after a long while she showed a strange smile: "I really didn't expect you to say this. People like you are very rare. Wouldn't it be nice to be praised by the world?"
"I don't lack this." Hao Ren shrugged, "I just feel that the false propaganda is weird."
"You saved a lot of people, even the world. Maybe you feel that this is a natural job, and it's a trivial matter to you, but those who survived can't think so. Everyone must express their gratitude. "Ophra smiled, "This has nothing to do with you, it's about those of us who survived by chance. And no matter what... People must learn to commemorate heroes. What we commemorate is not the truth of the hero, but the image of the hero .”
Hao Ren curled his lips and glanced at Lily and Vivian who were squatting side by side on the ground burning paper for him: "Although the image of the heroes is not good."
Ophra was slightly taken aback, then turned her head abruptly: "Let's not stay here for too long, there are new worshipers coming in."
A small group of citizens wearing brown shawls came from behind. They looked at Hao Ren and the others curiously, then placed the flowers in their hands in front of the monument to the rector of Girton and Nangong Wuyue, and bowed their heads to pray silently. A little boy curiously tugged at the clothes of a priest next to him: "Sir, sir. Have these people gone to the goddess?"
"Yes, they have been summoned by the goddess. They will enjoy eternal peace in the kingdom of heaven," the priest leading the team bent down while pointing at Hao Ren's sculpture. "These are all heroes, although there are no bones left in the battle against the evil gods." , but their spirits are far more immortal than their bodies..."
Hao Renlu pulled Lily and Vivian up with all his might, "Let's go, I'll be depressed if I stay for a while."
A group of people returned to Betsy's manor. Servants appointed by the royal family were cleaning the promenade in front of the main house. Ofra nodded to Becky: "These servants are directly supported by the royal family. In addition, your fiefdom and various income as a viscount will be taken care of by someone specially assigned for you. Basically, you just need to sit and enjoy. His Majesty the King knows your Situation, being an orthodox nobleman is a very troublesome thing, and you probably won’t be able to get used to it for a long time, so leave everything to the butlers and advisors assigned to you by the royal family. If you have any situation, you can consult them directly, or you can come to me— I'd love to be able to chat more with my 'peers', but only if I happen to have the time."
Becky didn't react much when she heard the first few sentences, but jumped up happily when she heard the last sentence: "Really?! Oh, what a shame, Mrs. Ophra. How can I, who is busy with everything? ... Are you free today? Are you free tomorrow? Are you free the day after tomorrow? Or... "
Hao Ren pulled away this female marshal who might have a problem with his sexual orientation: "You stop talking, why don't you read the pamphlet of aristocratic etiquette sent to you when you have time, I heard that you have to spend a month Learn how to attend high society banquets within a short period of time. With your current foolish appearance, I will hang you for a year. You can’t squat on a chair with a barrel of ale in a tavern like you are bragging at a royal banquet Go up the mountain... "
Betsy finally calmed down after hearing the question that gave her the biggest headache. She thought about it with cold sweat, then turned her head to look at her new manor and the servants in imposing double-breasted long uniforms, and stroked her hair embarrassedly: "Why do I feel so unreal?"
"It's all true," Ofra smiled. "Learn to adapt to this kind of life. It's not easy to change from a mercenary to a nobleman. You have to get rid of a lot of 'problems'. The hard rules are piled up in mountains, and they are definitely not much lighter than the pressure on you to challenge the 'evil god'."
Betsy stuck out her tongue. Looking at Hao Ren, he murmured, "My achievement of challenging the evil gods was achieved by someone using a large account..."
Ofra didn't understand, but just smiled. Raising his hand and snapping his fingers, a servant immediately stepped forward and handed the reins of the horse to her: "Then I'll go back first. You guys enjoy your new home today, and then as agreed before, the Archbishop of Auburn and I will come to find her tomorrow. You guys, let's go to the sealed place of the eldest son."
After Ophra finished speaking, she turned the horse's head and rode off in a smart and neat way, leaving Becky staring at the back of the Marshal with a nympho: "It's so handsome... No, I have to go back and dress myself up. Lady Ophra can no longer wear this old dress when we meet."
"This is for tomorrow." Hao Ren patted Becky on the shoulder, bringing the nymphomaniac back to life. "Before... go to the basement and find a safe place. Let's set up the transmitter."
The Kingdom of Holletta occupies the most fertile land on the mainland, and has a long history of farming. The people in this land have been proficient in storing large amounts of food under the houses since long ago. This habit has affected the construction technology of the kingdom. The local people's There are always large and well-conceived basements under the house. And Betsy's New Manor is a typical Holleta mansion. Under the gorgeous three-story main house, the basement reaches two full floors.
Almost a small underground fortress.
Betsy is still very unfamiliar with her new home, and she finally finds her way under the guidance of her attendants. The high-ranking attendant with light gray short hair and a calm and sophisticated demeanor respectfully led everyone to the entrance of the basement. It was obvious that he wanted to make a good impression on his new master: "Mistress, this is the cellar below. You lead the way…”
Becky froze for a moment before realizing that the "hostess" was referring to herself, and quickly waved her hands: "No, no, we have to go to private matters. Oh, by the way, the bottom floor of the basement will be a forbidden area from now on, so don't tell me what to say." Go down wherever you want."
The high-ranking attendant nodded and retreated, and Becky and the others couldn't help but whimpered after walking far away: "Mistress, mistress, I will be a rich man from today on! I have no regrets in this life." !"
"Okay, let's see how good you are." Nangong Wuyue couldn't bear to see her like this, so she snorted and walked down.
The underground structure is simple, and soon Hao Ren and his party arrived at the wine cellar on the bottom floor. Betsy was terrified when she arrived, and looked around with amazement at the glass bottles on the wooden shelves, the oak barrels in the corners, and the silver slender urns on the stone pedestals. Under the bright light of the magic glow stone, the fascinating colors are reflected, and the whole cellar smells of wine.
This is also part of the reward.
Becky sniffled vigorously: "Hiss... this... this is heaven! I have never seen so many good wines in my life! Damn... Holleta mead! The strong fire wine produced in the province of Kule, it is still pretend Collector's Edition in a crystal decanter! Look at this, a whole cask of southern barleywine, a whole cask! It's enough to buy the whole tavern I hang out at, and these silver urns, Empire made edelweiss Well, in the entire town of Lumber, only the mayor's house keeps two small bottles, and I have six big jars here! Hiss..."
Becky lay down happily on the ground, sniffing her nose vigorously, and said in an ethereal voice that seemed to come from the other side of the Santu River: "This is really a good place, if it's okay, I can die here directly."
Hao Ren took out the teleportation device from the portable space, and while instructing the autonomous machines to install it in the corner of the wine cellar, he looked up at Becky: "I didn't realize you're still an alcoholic."
"Nonsense, can a mercenary get away from this thing? Jiu Zhuang is a cowardly person. When I first received the task of suppressing bandits, I managed to beat down the two sentinels at the intersection with half a catty of dwarf liquor. .”
Lily felt wrong when she heard it: "Why did you beat the sentry down? Didn't you beat the bandits?"
"Damn it, I got too drunk and hit the wrong person," Becky turned over with a grunt, "I was imprisoned for two months because of this."
"Okay, don't shake your glorious history." Hao Ren clapped his hands, "The transmission device is installed, from now on your place will be the Space-Time Administration's transmission station in Holleta, and the default direct route is to the tower. The city of Alamanda on the planet Nagus. If you are optimistic about this thing, of course it doesn’t matter if you don’t. The transmitter is encrypted and no one else can use it.”
Becky looked at the shimmering silver-white device, and her excitement finally faded away. She said, "Oh, that's right. You guys are going back to Earth later, so I'll just watch the situation here." To be continued~^~)