Chapter 322 Floating Moon Island, Trial of Trickery
With just one move, Yeats defeated Duke Thomas in the duel.
The news spread quickly, triggering a violent response throughout the kingdom.
The Mages Guild, the Adventurers Association, the Merchant Guild... all the travelers who come and go tell about the deeds of Duke Honeysuckle.
In the tavern, the bard played the accordion and sang songs, and the room was filled with the smell of beer, fire and smoked sausage.
The white-haired demon hunter with a scar carried two swords on his back. While drinking, he listened to the conversation between the two mercenaries at the next table with his ears open for gossip.
"Have you heard? Duke Thomas lost to Duke Yeats, and now the lord of White Night City is Lord Yeats!" The old mercenary looked mysterious.
"Duke Honeysuckle just killed the orc chief, and now he still has the strength to defeat Thomas?" the tall and thin man said in surprise.
"Not only that! Thomas didn't even survive a single round in Yeats' hands!" the old mercenary vowed.
"How is this possible? No matter what, Thomas is the same hero as Yeats, how could he be killed instantly with one blow!" The tall and thin man was in disbelief.
"It's true."
Jero suddenly interrupted, interrupting the two people's argument.
"I was on the scene and saw the powerful blessing released by Duke Yeats, defeating Thomas in one fell swoop!"
The two mercenaries were stunned for a moment, and saw Jero's face Scars and iconic double swords, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face, and he stood up to pay the bill.
“You scared them away.”
Eva, who was sitting next to Jero, held her chin and sighed.
"It's a common thing." Roger flipped through a thread-bound book, pressed the brim of his hat, and said lightly, "Compared with Duke Yeats's reputation, Gerald is also notorious... …He even robs drunkards of their money, what else can’t he do?”
“I just like to make friends with drunkards, and then their wallets get to me somehow? In your hand." Jero took a sip of beer and said sideways, "What are you looking at?"
Roger closed the page and revealed the gilded words on the book: "The Record of Honeysuckle," The story about Duke Yeats’s legendary deeds is quite immersive.”
“The second volume will probably include Yeats’ victory over Thomas,” Eva said casually.
Jero said abruptly: "Didn't the book say how dear Duke Honeysuckle hugged the snow-white thighs of the moon god?"
Eva and Roger were stunned, and their expressions suddenly became weird. He turned around and looked around, fearing that a Moon God believer might suddenly appear.
Jero continued: "I still can't figure it out! How did Yeats obtain such a terrifying blessing from the Moon God?"
"What did he do? What happened to please the Moonlight Goddess and make her willing to hand over such a powerful blessing to Yeats? "
The white-haired and scarred demon hunter crossed his arms with a look of confusion on his face? A puzzled look.
"Didn't you say that before? Duke Yeats is very good at eating soft rice."
Roger looked around, lowered his voice and said: "It is very reasonable to eat the soft rice of the Moonlight Goddess. Right?"
Jero was stunned, hissed, and said with admiration, "I really envy him!"
The handsome face of the chosen poet appeared in front of his eyes, and Eva bit it. Lips, hummed:
"To be honest, I also want him to eat me."
Jero and Roger: "...head down!"
Lion Palace.
The magic crystal records the scene and projects it on the wall of the elegant study room.
Theresa was wearing a long snow-white dress, looking at the scene of the Milky Way hanging upside down in the picture, her beautiful eyes filled with wonder.
She had heard her father talk about the turbulent years during the campaign in the North. At that time, Thomas had already served in the saddle of the Lionheart King and achieved illustrious battle honors.
Regardless of strategy or strength, Thomas is ranked among the nobles of the Golden Lion Kingdom, and he must be fully prepared for this duel.
However, the power of the blessing shown by Yeats is so amazing that it can even be compared with the legendary combat skill "Sword of Dawn" unleashed by Colin!
Thomas was no match for Yeats. In less than ten minutes, the duel was over!
"Even my father would have never imagined that Yeats would win such a comfortable duel..."
Teresa lowered her head and thought for a long time, with determination in her eyes. , called the maid, and said softly:
"This blessing will definitely put a huge load on the human body. Give my moonstone bracelet to Duke Honeysuckle. This should be able to make up for the moonlight divinity he consumes."
Moonstone, according to legend, is Meteorites falling from the moon are good catalysts for moonlight spells. Their quality is also divided into good and bad. They are graded from low to high as ornamental grade, jewelry grade, and gemstone grade.
“Don’t you like that moonstone very much?” the maid said hesitantly, “Besides, the moonstone bracelet also has a nourishing effect on your body. Do you really want to give it to Lord Yeats?”
< br>Teresa smiled softly, Noble and reserved, he said: "It's me who needs his help, not him who needs me... Compared with Duke Yeats's friendship, gems are nothing."
In public and private matters, Trey Shadu hoped that Yeats could stand with her.
Theresa was sincerely happy to hear that Yeats's power was growing, because she had personally been to his territory and learned about the lord's character from the people and soldiers.
Such an upright, brave, and gentle knight will definitely be the pillar of the kingdom!
The maid respectfully excused herself.
Standing in the quiet study, Teresa looked at the tall figure in the magic crystal and murmured:
"Father, Yeats is still growing at an alarming rate. ...I should be like him..."
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Grand Duchy of Lucia, Moonlight Sect, Moon Island.
The cold moon hangs high in the sky, shining on a floating island. Below the island, there are cliffs and the sea.
There are only desolate rocks on the isolated island, and the howling wind carries frost, covering the man meditating on the isolated island with a layer of ice and snow. His lips were pale, and his whole face was filled with cold air. He suddenly opened his closed eyes, revealing a pair of silver pupils as bright as the bright moon, with unconcealable surprise in his eyes.
He suddenly stood up, frowning, staring at the other side of the sea, as if he was seeing the shocking scene of the moon waterfall coming.
"Luvian, the moonlight brings news from afar."
The soft whisper echoed on the deserted Moon Island like the evening wind, and there was a trace of regret in the girl's voice.
"The moon river fell, and everything was silent. It was not you and me who received that blessing."
The man's dark blue cloak swayed with the cold wind, his lips pressed tightly, and his nails He pressed it hard into the palm of his hand, his body trembling slightly, and there was frustration and loss in his eyes.
Blessings can also be divided into strong and weak ones.
The Moon Surge Tianhe is a powerful blessing recorded in the history of Moonlight Sect, and is unique.
Throughout the ages, countless believers of the Moon God have tried to meditate, pray, and offer sacrifices in exchange for powerful blessings from the Moon God, including being regarded as the most promising to enter the Holy Land of the Moon. 'Two brothers and sisters.
The girl comforted her gently:
"Livian, there is no need to be sad, the moon rising in the sky does not belong to you or me, but the moonlight still envelopes us... have a taste of this."
The man remained silent, with unwillingness and sadness in his eyes. He could not speak, and quietly stared at the exquisite wooden box held up by a ray of moonlight.
The lid of the box opens quietly, revealing a compact dessert with exquisite patterns.
The man tilted his head slightly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
The image of a young girl intertwined by the cold moonlight is like a dream, not real, floating in front of the man like mist. "This is a moon cake."
The girl said, "It is a gift presented to the Moon God by the recipient of the Yueyong Tianhe. The Moon God sent down the oracle, let us use this dessert as The designated offerings... come in many flavors, try them out.”
Luvian was silent for a long time, put away the unique and curved moon blade in his hand, picked up a piece of mooncake with his scarred hands, and put it into his mouth.
The girl looked at Luvian expectantly, blinking her smart eyes: "How does it taste?"
Lvian was as silent as a rock, chewing the mooncake mechanically, He swallowed hard and nodded slightly.
"Brother, I deliberately selected the five-nut mooncakes for you, and you still can't lie."
The girl smiled and said: "The other flavors are very good, no wonder the moon god likes them , bestowing the Moon-surging Tianhe to extraordinary beings outside the sect..."
"This may be because mooncakes can be used to promote the Moon God's faith, and they are also very helpful for the Moon God to absorb the power of faith." The girl murmured to herself.
Lvian tilted her head.
“You ask me who that extraordinary person is?” the girl said, “He is the Honeysuckle Duke of the Golden Lion, Yeats of Berlandi, a quite remarkable person, who recently brought together an army of tens of thousands of orcs. Defeated in one fell swoop. "
Orcs often threaten the stronghold of the Moonlight Sect, and the believers' moon blades are stained with the blood of countless barbarians.
Hearing Yeats’s deeds of defeating the orc army, Luvian’s stiff expression obviously softened.
The man in the cloak was deep in thought, standing above the floating island blown by the cold wind, quietly looking at the black sea surging under the night, with curiosity, speculation, and recognition in his eyes.
Zheng!
Immediately, Luvian swung the moon blade again, facing the hard rock, slashing continuously to leave traces.
Seeing that the man had started training again, the girl, as mysterious and bright as the moonlight, sat on another rock and whispered:
"Brother, you have to believe...believe in our radiance, It will not be inferior to the Tianhe River in the distance.”
*
The day after the duel, Thomas led his troops to completely evacuate White Night City, and asked the statistician to hand over various data on population, industry, resources, etc. to Yeats's supervisor, Derek.
The infrastructure of Baiye City is quite complete, it is rich in mineral resources, and with the Great Wall as a border guard, it has unique advantages in both offense and defense.
The sun is rising.
Yeats rode a white horse, followed by the Frostwolf Cavalry, looking up at the majestic White Night City in front of the city gate, looking at the honeysuckle flag flying on the city gate tower, his eyes twinkling slightly.
"A year ago, you told me that Chenshuang Ridge has the Great Wall and the Jueling Mountains as natural barriers, and you persuaded me to stay and assist you..."
Xilud was riding to maintain his body size at normal size. On Frye's back, his eyes revealed memories, and he pursed his lips and said:
"At that time, there was a cold wave in the Jueling Mountains, and the Great Wall was guarded by Thomas' heavy troops. It was not a barrier to you, but very close at hand. The threat..."
She looked at Yeats.
“Unexpectedly, in less than two years, there have been earth-shaking changes... You have fulfilled your original ambition, Yeats.”
Yeats smiled slightly and said:
"Getting White Night City is only the first step. We have to explore a wider area."
Hilud's eyes showed a hint of confusion. Answer: "A broader realm?"
"The sea."
Yeats said: "The age of knights will eventually come to an end, and what will usher in will be the age of navigation."
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When the game version was updated to the Age of Navigation, mysterious islands were discovered one after another. There were even extinct ancient monsters on the islands, powerful magic weapons from the old era, and blessings from lost gods. They were also discovered on the Zhongting Continent. A new sanctuary is born.
Nobles organize ocean-going fleets at all costs in order to obtain ancient treasures; extraordinary strong men also personally go deep into the hinterland of the Seven Seas, looking for slim opportunities to achieve the Holy Realm.
After taking White Night City, there was no need to continue to expand to the south. Yeats decided to develop the navy, at least to create a naval force that would scare the pirates and not dare to invade.
Hilud thought carefully about Yeats's words, looking at Yeats through the gaps in the eagle helmet.
“Even in the age of navigation, the spirit of the Knights of the Round Table still exists... No matter what the road ahead is, my sword will always serve you.”
Her words revealed firm belief, and Yeats felt relieved. Gray beside him was not to be outdone.
Gray said loudly: "Me too!"
Yeats smiled hoarsely and said: "Let's enter the city first... It's New Year soon, let's celebrate the festival in White Night City!"
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On the day Yeats took over White Night City, a grand celebration was held.
All the nobles in the northern provinces, except the Duke of Alba, came in person, and the royal capital also sent envoys to congratulate.
Yeats also received a congratulatory gift from Teresa, a moonstone bracelet, which has the effect of nourishing the divine nature of moonlight. It came at the right time.
The day after the celebration, Baiye City's productivity was fully activated, vigorously promoting the steelmaking industry and laying a solid foundation for the shipbuilding industry.
In addition, regarding the issue of faith in White Night City, Yeats decided to build a temple of youth in the territory and fund painters, musicians, and artists to promote the development of the literary and art industry.
Late December passed quietly, and the New Year of the Holy Calendar soon ushered in.
Fireworks rose in the night sky, and a grand New Year's party was held in the Lord's Castle of White Night City.
Yeats was drunk and returning to his room through the covered bridge between the two castles. He caught a glimpse of the thick fog shrouding the garden out of the corner of his eye. He felt a thump in his heart and his drunkenness dissipated instantly.
"You're already here, Yeats, you'd better go say hello to her, lest she make things more difficult for you in the future." Zuan Ya persuaded.
Yeats complained: "You are obviously doing it for fun!"
Despite this, Yeats walked alone into the fog, and saw a curly gray figure woven out of the fog. A tall woman in a gray dress with long hair.
"Why, are you not happy to see me?" Daisy raised her eyebrows.
Yeats: "...Didn't you ascend to the God Realm from the Rainbow Bridge? Why did you come down again?"
Daisy sighed: "Yes, the God Realm is so boring, I can't escape for a while. , I can only see you in the form of incarnation..."
As she said that, Daisy patted Yeats on the top of her head with her hand. Her "hand" did not touch Yeats, but passed directly through it. .
"But as soon as I saw you, I became much happier!" Daisy said with a smile.
Yeats: "...I thank you!"
"You're welcome~ I'm meeting you this time to wish you a happy new year, and to urge you to complete the promotion ceremony of the Five-ring Magician as soon as possible." Daisy said seriously, "I'm looking forward to your performance in the ceremony!"
Yeats said angrily: "You haven't even told me what the ceremony is about!"
"How about you guess it?" Daisy blinked.
Yeats looked strange and said, "Could it be related to the goddess of the night?"
Daisy smiled and said, "You still understand me!"
Yeats: "..."
Won't the goddess of the night and the goddess of moonlight fight again?
It's broken... Yeats has mixed feelings... I'm actually quite looking forward to it!
(End of this chapter)