Chapter 217 A Visit
Among the previous rulers of Macragge, Robert Guilliman is undoubtedly and will always be the most special Archon. His story gives people the impression that it is just like the truth of the empire. It seems to be simple and unmistakable, but if you look closely at its connotations, it contains many connotative brilliance and ulterior shadows. Konrad Curze, the Lord of the Eighth Legion, once commented that Macragge's efforts have been rewarded in equal measure. This may be the simplest answer to all questions. ——"Robert Guilliman: The Eternal Second Star Torch"
Are the changes in the upper-level political situation related to ordinary farmers like them? Jura didn't know.
She leaned against the porch and wiped the sweat from her forehead, rocked the baby wrapped in a thick scarf in her arms, and hummed to the baby a tune that came to her mind.
The city of Macragge stands among the rocks in the distance, and the rumbling echoes of the war in the past few days are still echoing in the entire farmland under the blue sky. Or was it just the sound of waterwheels and mills running round and round, plus the rustling echo of the wind suddenly blowing through the vast green wheat fields? Jura thought endlessly, pulled up a wooden stool and sat down.
Her eldest son was originally a craftsman. Like his father, although he didn't have much interest, he was good at fitting pieces of wood together to assemble things that were indispensable in daily life. This stool was what the father and son left for her when they were called to serve as soldiers under Robert Guilliman this year.
She doesn’t want those paper letters, gold and silver jewelry, they are useless, she wants this solid wooden stool. After she is tired from tending the wheat field, she will sit down as long as there is a place to sit down. I feel like life is still stable.
Privately, she felt that political changes had some relevance to ordinary people like them—it should not have existed originally, but Robert Guilliman was different, so different.
She couldn't say whether it was good or bad. After all, she had never seen the newly appointed young ruler with her own eyes. He was only in his teens? So young. But Jula couldn't fault what he did.
Half of her barley field was land that was once owned but had been abandoned. The power grid was pulled up and signs prohibited farming, so weeds grew out of the cracks in the soil year after year. She remembered that it was Robert Guilliman's men who took down the sign, called her out, and thrust a piece of paper marking the land ownership into her hand.
"Where will you be when you are a teenager?" she said to the baby.
Suddenly, she heard a sound like wheels rolling in the countryside. This was unusual. If she wanted to visit the families she frequented, she would often walk over on a pair of sandals without the need for transportation... Could it be her husband and son?
By the way, Macragge's battle is over, and they might have time to go home.
No matter what, Zhu La returned to the house with her child in her arms, smoothed her neat blond hair, took out a long shiny knife from the cabinet, and carefully turned it over in her hand. , be prepared for sudden accidents that require self-defense. She is very proficient in using knives, so this caution is not because she is afraid of cutting herself - she has not been injured by the sword in her hand since she was nine years old. She was just worried about scaring the baby who hadn't woken up yet.
The dull thunderous sound of wheels came closer, and Jura saw that it was a transport truck manufactured in Macragge's military factory. The model was newer than Jura could recognize.
She turned off the light, closed the curtains, calmed down, and looked out through the cracks in the curtains.
The transport truck went in circles, following the paved road between farmland and farmland, driving and stopping for a while, as if it was sightseeing.
It didn’t take long for the roads to become unsuitable for military vehicles unless they were willing to roll over fields. The people in the car descended to the ground and walked forward. Zhu La looked sideways for a while and found that those people were not even stepping on the fields, so he put down his long knife.
A few minutes later, several people approached the only residence in this area.
Jura rubbed her eyes and took a breath of surprise - she saw it right, these people, one, two... a total of four visitors, were all extremely tall giants, with every gesture of their hands and feet showing off their beauty. Extraordinary nobility and vitality, even if they are wearing a light plain gold-rimmed robe, they still have an endless sense of power projected into the world from every wave of their hands and their feet.
Jura's heart beat rapidly. She gently put the baby back into his wooden bed and soft quilt, and hurried to the door.
Robert Guilliman, and his rumored brothers! Of course, who else in the world has such amazing courage and irresistible beauty, like a flawless model, exuding such profound superhuman attraction? How many people have never met these otherworldly creatures throughout their lives, and four of them appeared in front of her!
She looked back at her house, and regretfully found that the small hut could never accommodate four giants who were maybe four meters tall, so she jumped lightly onto the field ridge and walked toward the giant. People approach.
But when he really got close to them, Jura flinched and secretly scorned himself: The consul and his family are here for an outing, why are you going to join in the fun? She even regretted not learning painting from her father back then, and now she couldn't even record this rare scene.
The blond giant headed by them is their governor. Jura had seen him several times in brochures, and now that she saw him in person, she realized that Robert Guilliman was much more likeable than in the brochures.
This is not to say that the printed leaflets did not completely print the giant's face. What was really lacking in those leaflets was the infinite energy and vitality in Robert Guilliman that Jura had never seen before. His blue eyes looked at the wheat field. Overflowing with a deep affection and approval, it feels more spacious and selfless than the clearest sky. Despite his huge stature, the clear-cut face makes people feel neither the perfection of a statue nor the ruthlessness of a sharp blade, but rather a persistence and sincerity that can even be regarded as slightly incongruous.
Jura dared to say that Robert Guilliman was more alive and vivid than any man she had ever met. She never imagined that these cherishable qualities would appear in a supreme archon.
As for the other three giants behind the blond giant, the one with black hair is extremely majestic and oppressive, while the white-haired giant is like a cold and stable stone. Although the last one is particularly special Strong, but not too difficult to reach... Robert Guilliman saw her before Jura could seriously describe their appearance.
"Madam," the consul called to her, "you are listed in the register as the owner of the land here. Do you mind chatting with us?"
His voice As young and powerful as he is in person, he has less programmed cadences than the one on the radio, and is more kind and lovely. To put it in a disrespectful way, it always reminded Jura of her own children - well, they were all descendants of Macragge, so why not?
Jura responded: "My lord, what do you want to know?"
"I want to know a lot." Robert Guilliman lowered his head and lowered his voice with just the right amount of force, skillfully. Keep the volume within a range that mortals can adapt to, "For example, I'm going to lay rails here, but the rails will have to go through some fields. We will have an official poll in a week, but I also want to ask in advance, What's your opinion on this matter?"
"Our family must be in favor, sir." Zhu La replied readily, "But you should pay more attention to the Gru family. To convince them, you have to let the eloquent officials go. "Okay, we will remember. In addition, how does the wheat sales in this area compare with previous years?"
"There has been little rain this year, and the new fields approved by adults have not been harvested yet, so the harvest is worse than before. However, we sold a lot and the price is reasonable. Overall, it is better than last year. I was originally worried about my family. The child will have to save some money on toys and snacks next year, but once the accounts are settled this year, he will be able to buy two more sets of clothes for the child next year." Jula mentally calculated the drachma earned this year, and the smile on his face became more genuine.
"It's consistent with our calculations," said the black-haired giant behind Guilliman. "The increase in the demand curve for supplies after the Ultramarines moved in has exceeded the input of agricultural product market supplies brought about by the joining of several agricultural worlds in Ultramar to Macragge. "
"The price your quartermaster came to purchase was higher than the market price," Jura said, "Sir, I almost thought they had remembered the price wrongly."
"You deserve it, citizen." Guilliman said, his eyes seeming to be proud as he looked at his brothers. "Macragge will not treat any of her children badly."
Jura pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head.
"My lord, please don't blame me for speaking frankly. The Consul before Consul Conor Guilliman spoke more beautifully than you when he went to campaign, and his policies became bolder and bolder than before. The shortcomings were carved out one by one on the stone slab, which hung empty on the base of the statue of the King of War at the city gate for several months. After he took office, none of the promises were fulfilled, but there were only several volumes of empty documents."
"But you and Archon Connaught are not at all hypocritical. When slogans are issued, they are followed by decrees. I often think that if you had come to Macragge earlier, perhaps the development of this planet would be even better. "
Guilliman smiled and accepted Jura's praise.
He then asked a few more questions about life, some of which were so trivial that Jura herself did not pay much attention to them. When Guilliman mentioned them, she realized that these trivial matters were indispensable in civil life. level. She was not afraid and spoke out about everything, trying her best to organize her opinions and those of many people in the area into the most suitable way to report to the Archon.
In this exchange that was neither long nor short, Robert Guilliman's three brothers often joined in, sometimes providing supplements and support for Guilliman's words, and sometimes coming up with some ideas. New questions. From time to time, Jura felt surprised that she could discuss Macragge's government affairs with four giants. She had never thought about this incredible scene for many years.
What woke her up was the crying of the child in the room. She calculated the time subconsciously and it seemed that the child's nap time had just passed. Jura pulled away from this dreamlike opportunity and looked awkwardly toward her home.
"We are leaving too, Lady Jura." Guilliman noticed the change in Jura's demeanor. "We still have many areas to visit this week. We would like to say goodbye to you, citizen."
"Wait a moment. "Wait," Jura took a breath and took courage, "My husband and son are serving in your army this year, please ask them..."
"Macragge respects every sacrifice. , Madam. We never fail to send death notices," Guilliman said with a smile. "It has been a few days since the Galan Rebellion. I think since you have this question..."
"They are safe. ." Zhu La blurted out and immediately relaxed. "I knew they always had good luck..."
"Not that good, madam. They often participated in some harmless little bets in the army, and were cheated out of their income by a recruit Manichino. Go to half of it. We are counting Manicino’s property and preparing to return the remaining part of the money to all the deceived soldiers.”
"Don't pay it back!" Even in front of the consul, Jura could barely control his temper. "Let them improve their memory!"
"No problem, we can send the money directly to your home." Guilliman nodded calmly in agreement, "I also have one last question to ask."
< br>"Please speak, my lord." Jura said softly.
"Ms. Jura, the previous consul has been dead for many years, and the banishment decision since your fathers has expired in Macragge's law. Now the Senate Council is in a period of reform and revival. , if you are willing to inherit the title and return to Macragge, you can get a seat in the council chamber. "
The consul asked in a deep voice.
"What does politics have to do with ordinary peasants like us, Lord Guilliman?" Jura bowed and said, "Farewell to you, respected Archon."
Guilliman looked deeply. She took one look and left with several brothers.
Jura turned around and walked quickly towards her home.
This house was built by her husband and her. Every brick and tile was built by two people noisily discussing it together. There was a carpenter's hand saw on the fireplace, leaning against it. There are three long wooden poles used for fishing standing in the closet. In her desk drawer are several short articles she has written recently. In a few days, when she has revised the final draft, she will submit it to several newspapers in Macragge and choose one of her commonly used pen names. One to publish.
This is exactly how she has lived her life for decades.
She picked up the baby, hummed a tune to her heart, and rocked it gently and rhythmically.
“Robert Guilliman is really an admirable person, but in more than ten years, I may still be here, freely writing some editorials, planting a few hectares of fields, and calling your father to repair the rain. Broken columns and awnings," Jura said to himself, "where will you be then, my Ionid, Ionid Hill?"
( End of chapter)