Chapter 251 The wheat is golden and the harvest is coming
Skadi's fortress system is different from other worlds, especially most fortress worlds, because in addition to soldiers, there are also a large number of subordinates, family members, and other people to deal with, and their people's livelihood is focused on the castle. A small market under the outer walls.
This place is not big, and the population is not large at present. It can be easily evacuated in the event of danger. It is not far from the castle, and the buildings are also very simple, but they are still important and are an inseparable and unique landscape of Skadi today.
You can buy drinks and food here, and meet your loved ones and friends. Although the core is a fortress, it does not necessarily lack a humanistic atmosphere. It’s just that the houses made of dilapidated iron sheets and cloth are not strong and warm. When the suffocating cold comes, By then the inhabitants had entered the castle, and after half a month of long boredom and difficulty, the stars had now returned.
God and the Emperor bless, when people were taking care of their supplies and houses that were damaged by the cold, they gathered in the largest building in this narrow gathering place today. It was a room filled with candles and engraved with the emperor's honor. And a beautiful place with tons of benches.
The priest talked about kindness and many moral principles, and the people were also humble and pious. Soon the place was full, and even many Skadi soldiers came here because of their personal religious needs.
Before the prayer actually started, someone in this chapel was discussing something that made most people curious, and that was what happened to the old monster living in the shed area, a place far away from the castle and close to the edge. ?
Many people thought that the old man was old and strange. They heard that he was a heretic before. They didn't know why the lord accepted him, but they had to admit that this disliked neighbor was full of mystery and curiosity.
A lady opened her breadbasket and gave food to the people, who were hungry after the cold winter, and commented. "He is probably dead. I have lived in Skadi for many years. Even when the heretics invaded and ruled this place, I have never seen such cold days."
"It's too cold. Even inside the castle, the lord gave us a lot of supplies and some people died of poor health. He only had a hut and a greenhouse. Even if I saw the lord leading people to help him, I didn't think that The big guys and the wheat guys survived.”
Most people couldn't help but nod. They didn't hate the giant. Rather, they felt more fear, but they didn't understand him, and they didn't know why the lord valued the big shed so much.
A polite man spoke. "Miss Arya was with him during that time. The poor child must have been kidnapped. I saw her maid running frantically out of the shed. Oh my God, I can't believe the first duchess of Skadi. What will happen to that monster..."
The friend next to him sighed. "Didn't your lord go to the greenhouse? Everyone knows that things must be settled!"
People nodded. During the service, it was a day for neighbors to increase their feelings and exchange things. They also acquiesced in two things, that is, Arya's lovely child was rescued by the lord and the old man died of the cold. Their moods flashed. Relaxation, but also a pity, after all, life flashes in front of them, and most people can't let go of the experience of being enslaved some time ago. Many Skadi people feel that the heretic, the outsider, deserves his punishment.
They were all talking. "That weirdo never prayed to the emperor, and there was no sound of scriptures in his greenhouse. How did he grow to be so big? It must be the power of heresy."
"Last time I saw him lifting equipment as high as his whole body to maintain his fields. The lord must have been kind to him because he could do the work. God, that power is really terrifying witchcraft!"
The power of words is great, especially in such a simple and lovely community. Soon, the complex feelings towards the old man became more and more strange in this narrow place. Many people recognized that the heretic old man had a particularly terrifying physique and power. He was cold, rude, and had a bad personality towards other people, but a living person he knew really died because of the storm, and he couldn't help but feel pity for him.
Soon such feelings made people start to evaluate the old man's "life," someone said. "Last time I saw Miss Arya, she was working with that old man. She must have been brainwashed by witchcraft..."
Someone echoed. "Yes, she doesn't want to return to the castle. I can't believe it. It's warm and comfortable there, and she can be so close to the Lord of Skadi. If I were her, I definitely wouldn't!"
I can't imagine, jealousy, jealousy that the weirdo is so loved by the first duchess of Skadi, or that the lord often visits him, or that kind of strange power, mixed with fear, unknown, that kind of emotion makes mortals confused And become foolish.
Today, the days of slavery in which Skadi was attacked have just ended. Under the extreme xenophobia, even outsiders must be recognized by the lord before they can integrate into the community, not to mention a person who never prays, never greets others, and never smiles. giant?
But such discussions ended as quickly as they started. When the service was about to begin, people became quiet, and the only sound in the room was the pastor sorting out the brown paper.
The salsa music was sweet, and there was the low tension of the priest's clothes scraping against the pulpit, and the way the stained-glass knot in the church shone on the emperor's statue.
This kind of comfort was suddenly broken, interrupted by the sound of metal pulling on the ground. People looked at the door in unison. It was a giant over two meters tall, wearing heavy clothes. But today was different. This person was called Hagrid's giant tidied his beard, took care of his messy hair, and arranged his clothes carefully.
When he appeared, he lifted up the chains on his feet and held them in his arms with one hand. In order not to damage the exquisite ground of the church, a beautiful child like an aristocrat walked beside him, and the two held hands like relatives. Walk around and step into it.
Mr. Pastor was not annoyed at being interrupted, he just shouted in a loud voice. "Take a seat!"
Hagrid responded with his beautiful church etiquette and sat down in the most spacious place. The people next to him immediately huddled together, preferring to huddle together with strangers in order to avoid this terrifying giant. Whispers also continued, marveling at Hagrid's ability to survive the cold winter.
Hagrid just sat down, exhaled, and smiled at those who avoided him. "There's no need for this, come on, we are all the Emperor's subjects."
The people looked at each other, surprised, and then looked at the priest, who nodded. "We are all the Emperor's subjects, including this one who was almost late."
From this sentence, people realized that the old man was not scary, and was even quite kind. When the first child approached, he touched Hagrid's biceps warily, and whispered to his mother in surprise. "Same as the wall!"
The previous atmosphere disappeared in an instant. Although people were still wary, there were people sitting around the old man. Arya even smiled softly, as if congratulating Hagrid for being recognized by everyone.
At this moment, the prayer that everyone was looking forward to began. Hagrid's sonorous voice was very close to the standard pronunciation, even better than the priest himself singing praises to the emperor. Soon, people's voices were guided by this giant, and on the first Sunday after the cold winter Gradually getting higher and more intense than ever before.
As if prayers lacked Hagrid, in the high-pitched and holy words one after another, in the bright and lovely voice, the people of the empire realized at this moment that Hagrid was not a monster. On the contrary, he worshiped the emperor and the emperor more than anyone else. Tenderness and kindness.
When the service was over and the giant was surrounded by the residents, this time it was not fear and verbal abuse, but friendly questions, curiosity, mystery, which can all be explained today, the child hung on Hagrid's arm and played pull-ups with his terrifying strength. Upward, the adults were amazed by Hagrid's service as a Space Marine, a retired Angel who was almost a legend.
Soon, the negative attitude turned into a positive one, especially with Arya's introduction and reassurance. Hagrid became the new celebrity in Skadi, and everyone knew that by the end of the month, this dry world would When the first row of wheat matures, some people want to use it for brewing, and some people say they can bake bread, but Hagrid just silently remembers those lovely neighbors with his superhuman memory.
In the church and light of the God-Emperor, the Space Marines and mortals gathered together to chat about home life and the future, how to bake, how to make stew, and the Space Marines told the mortals how to protect their homeland and how to improve themselves.
The silver star in the subspace has not been so happy for thousands of years. Although compared with the countless ongoing tragedies and pain in the empire, as well as the energy and soul pain of the silver sun's body being consumed by the golden throne all the time, Hagrid's reconciliation with mortals seemed trivial.
But for this great father who has worked hard for mankind all his life, to be precise, tens of thousands of years, today is the most gratifying day after he stepped onto the throne. Inskadi proved to him the possibilities of mortals and space warriors. Sex, one day such an attitude will bloom everywhere in the empire, and the possibility of turning hell into heaven, even if the possibility is slim, in an almost infinite time, human civilization will always succeed as long as it exists, just once is enough Got…
In the last period of time, Arya and Hagrid began to appear frequently around the city, tasting food they had never eaten before, meeting friends who were unwilling to reconcile before, and witnessing the death of old people and the birth of new lives. Hagrid became young during this period. Quite often, the old body burst out with almost endless vitality again, and Arya was also happy because her teacher got out of the wound.
On the last day of the month, a huge barge came over Skadi. It was the exclusive use of Penlan's governor, and it was also the love ship of Arya's troubled father. When the day arrived, she had already been prepared. Hagrid wiped his cheeks and looked at the golden things outside the greenhouse. They were crops that filled the entire greenhouse and swayed in the air like an ocean.
They were half a person tall, all plump, lush and golden. Arya lay in the wheat field and walked in the wheat field, enjoying the feeling and tasting the air mixed with the smell of wheat.
Today is the most special day. All the vows have been completed. The residents of the town came with props. They and Hagrid agreed to witness the miracle today and call those soldiers to the places they like and need.
Arya brushed her fingers through the plump ears of wheat, returned to the cabin, thanked her teacher, and shouted.
"Teacher, we have completed the miracle, now..." She was mid-sentence, her little nose twitching slightly. "What is that?"
Hagrid stretched. He had been bent over for too long. His huge body squatted down and a white thing came out of the fire. To be precise, it was a cake, made of wheat, eggs, cream, and milk. , something made of sugar.
"That's it, come and try it?"
Arya covered her mouth in disbelief, and trotted excitedly to the edge of her seat, tasting something extremely soft and delicious with a spoon... "Hmm~"
She made a cute noise and immediately covered her mouth and blushed. "Ha...this is indeed far beyond my imagination..."
Hagrid smiled, picked up the spoon and took a bite of the cake, and then he had to admit that even the indifferent taste system of the Space Marines could feel the taste, although the source of those tastes may not be the taste system.
Each of them tasted it slowly, but the "uninvited guest" was also attracted by the aroma. When the door of the wooden house was slowly opened, this guy who came uninvited and did not knock on the door revealed Arya and Hagrid. smile.
He commented as the Lord of Skadi sidled over to the table and picked up the cutlery and put the crumbled cake into his mouth. "It's really the most delicious food in this dark universe."
Arya said unforgivingly. "I don't know a planetary governor who eats old men and little girls."
Hagrid asked. "Would you like to pick up the child?"
Alan Bair nodded. This sentence is a pun. The child refers to wheat, and of course Arya. She does not belong to Skadi. She is the apple of Pan Lan's eye. This is not the place where she was born, just like When the wheat is ripe it goes to the mill.
But Alan Bayer said suddenly. "But that's not the problem. How can I put it?" He stretched out his hand towards the cake again, but Arya suddenly held his arm down.
"Don't show off!" The girl puffed her face.
Alan Bair sighed. "Okay, I know, your cake is not easy to eat..."
He said with an expression as if he was being treated like this for all his hard work. "I've convinced your robot daddy. He needs a few bags of wheat to bring back Pan Lan for analysis and confirm Arya's growth during this period."
"In other words, well, the agricultural output here is your job. Now this giant ship is here to collect your results. If you are qualified and can help Pan Lan, you can stay in Skadi for further study. !" Alan Beyer ate the last piece of cake.
"How about it? Is my intercession enough for me to eat the cake?"
Arya wiped the excited tears from her eyes, no, it was "sweat", and then answered. "You can eat as much as you want..." (End of Chapter)