Chapter 324: Crane: We are sitting at home, and bad news comes from the sky!
In February, the spring rain continued.
On the high plains south of White Night City, lichen, edelweiss, and woad are thriving, and the hares in the Lord's Woodland are almost overrun.
As lord, Yeats relaxed the hunting ban and allowed civilians to enter the lord's forest and catch hares for food.
“However, civilians are still not allowed to enter areas with patches of yew trees.”
Before Gray returned to the Land of the Dragon, she emphatically told Yeats:
"Yew is the raw material of the Golden Lion Longbow. That guy named Thomas relied on that woodland to cultivate a number of longbows. Soldiers, you can’t just ask someone to chop them down!”
The Golden Lion Longbow Soldiers are a legendary force in the Middle Ages.
Even in an era when matchlocks were born, longbowmen still had an advantage against musketeers due to their ultra-long range.
This longbow originates from the south of the Golden Lion and must be made of yew wood. It was first used by Fred the Great to arm his troops. The organic Golden Lion Longbowmen once achieved a terrifying battle loss ratio of 1 to 1,000 when Emperor Fred the Great conquered the Highland Sword Legion in the northern province.
Thomas had a unique strategic vision. He ordered the druids to plant yew trees and train longbowmen in the territory of White Night City early on. In the end, Yeats was advantaged in vain.
Yeats has ordered Beowulf to start preparing for the construction of the longbow army, thinking that if there are blind orcs coming again in the future, then the arrow formation will go first to clear the obstacles!
“Don’t worry, I know what I know.”
Yeats nodded and said:
“Everything will be carried out in accordance with the code you wrote.”
Gray shook his head and said seriously:
"The law was not written by me, but it exists naturally in nature. I just picked a few from the appropriate laws!"
Yeats: (⊙_⊙)
Is this still Grey?
When you talk about the law, do you get too sophisticated?
"What's wrong, staring at me like this?" Gray looked innocent.
Yeats sighed with emotion:
"I just feel that Feitan is right. Gray, you have amazing wisdom!"
Gray restrained her rise. The corner of his mouth, his cheeks slightly raised, his high brown ponytail glowing golden in the sun, he crossed his arms and said:
"Since you said so, then I will try to get the treasure from the great elder's treasure house. , I’ll bring you some more good things!”
Yeats was slightly startled.
Although we have never met, thank you, Great Elder!
"Okay, it's time for me to leave." Gray reluctantly warned, "When I come back...you can't ask for trouble when I don't have my guard!"
" Don't worry." Yeats said this, but in his heart he had already decided to be an undercover agent and sneak into the Dark Night Sect as the Chosen of the Mist God to complete the promotion ceremony.
The reason why I didn’t tell Gray was because I was afraid that she would worry. Yeats estimated that he was somewhat chauvinistic, but it was harmless. As the saying goes, men always fight alone!
Gray looked reluctant and waved towards Yeats. A pair of translucent wind wings formed behind her and disappeared into the sea of clouds.
Yeats stood for a long time, staring at Gray's disappeared back, and murmured:
"The origin of the dragon heart that the King of the Wild Hunt gave to Gray is still Very mysterious..."
Based on the existing intelligence, Yeats secretly deduced.
“The relationship between the King of the Wild Hunt and the Silver Dragon Queen is very unusual. Is there some kind of cause and effect between Gray and the Silver Dragon Queen?”
After thinking for a long time, Yeats found nothing and sighed:
“There is no plot line between King of the Wild Hunt and Grey’s in the game, but now the plot has changed because of me, so I can only take it one step at a time. , try to find out the past between Lorraine and the Silver Dragon Queen."< br>
"The four apostles who have not yet appeared are still a big trouble..."
The "brimstone fire" used by the Blood Spider and the black knight mentioned flashed in my mind Yeats rubbed his chin when he heard the prophecy about "the fire of God's wrath".
“If it doesn’t work, just think of a way to fan the flames and make the apostle and the goddess of the night fight!”
Zuanya said: "Okay, I love watching this! (ω)"
Yeats: "..."
This is not a heroic squirrel at all, this is an evil squirrel!
*
Afternoon.
In the Lord's Hall, Yeats sat behind the desk with his hands on his eyebrows, listening to Oriole's report.
Possessing a photographic memory and outstanding knowledge, Oriole has become Yeats's trusted lieutenant. This blond beauty who exuded a booklike atmosphere adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, stared at the parchment in her hand, and said one by one:
"Your Excellency, a farmer has sent a group of cattle and highlands from Port Wick. There are many thoroughbred horses. Judging from the official documents, they are a gift from Duke Thomas, worth more than 5,000 gold coins."
"The elders of the village council have applied to hold a ceremony to pay tribute to the Lord of Plenty in their village. God’s sacrificial ceremony, I hope to get your approval..."
Yeats listened and nodded from time to time.
Thomas's attitude has changed a lot. After he spared his life, Thomas seemed to be sensible and sent people to express his kindness every now and then... It is not ruled out that he has a grudge, but at least he did a good job on the surface. , regardless of his deeds or his heart, Yeats would not make things difficult for him.
It is an ancient tradition to worship the god of fertility in spring.
This God of Fertility is one of the twelve main gods. Like the moonlight and the dark night, he has powerful divine power. He is also a male god holding a sword of fertility and riding a giant golden pig.
The God of Fertility is more willing to perform miracles to farmers than to nobles. Therefore, the belief is very popular among the common people, but it is often rejected and opposed by some nobles.
Of course Yeats would not do this and approved the application for sacrifice.
The Oriole's report came to the end, saying:
"In addition, there is a sculptor who calls himself Miranti. He hopes that you can give a grant, and he will complete a sculpture in your image. ..."
Yeats was suddenly startled and said in surprise:
"Wait, Miranti, is that famous architect and sculptor from Feileng Cui?"
Oriole pondered: "Based on what I know so far...Miranti's painting and sculpture skills are very good, but he doesn't seem to be as famous as you said."
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Yeats was startled and asked quickly: "How old is he?"
"About twenty-five or six." Oriole said.
Yeats was overjoyed and said: "Where is he now? Bring him to see me!"
Miranti is the artistic choice in the original plot, known for his expertise in architecture, painting, and sculpture Master-level skills in many fields, he was favored by the goddess of art in his later years and became the chosen god, and triggered a trend similar to the Renaissance movement in Feilengcui.
Art requires a lot of gold coins.
Therefore, when she was young, Miranti traveled around the world to increase her knowledge and skills, and promoted herself to various nobles in order to obtain funding, but she only received blank looks.
Yeats understood the artist's abilities.
Putting it in the game "Civilization" is like a great man who can create masterpieces has been refreshed in the territory!
Soon, in the drawing room of the Lord's Castle, Yeats met Miranti, who had a beard and a pair of gentle blue eyes.
And Miranti was traveling with an old acquaintance of Yeats.
"Dear Duke Yeats." The handsome elf in a bright red robe bowed gracefully and said with a smile, "You are worthy of being the artistic god of the world. You have seen my friend's extraordinary talent in the field of art!"
"Perron?" Yeats said in surprise, "How come you are with Miranti?"
Perron shrugged: "It was at the strip party at the Moulin Rouge. "We know each other."
Yeats was stunned and looked at Miranti, who was a little embarrassed and said:
"Please don't get me wrong, Your Majesty, the reason why I went to Hong Kong is. Mill, because it is much cheaper to let a dancer serve as a nude model than to hire a professional nude model..." "When I was kissing a three-meter-tall girl with giant blood, Miranti was in his room, right Wearing cheap models, painting his album.”
Perun recalled the details at that time and said with emotion: "At that time, I felt that this artist would definitely be able to achieve a great career. Later, I found out that his ability was indeed extraordinary, so I wanted to introduce him to you!"< br>
Yeats said: "So, that giant girl is your current girlfriend?"
A trace of sadness flashed across Perun's eyes, and he said dejectedly: "She is my lover...at least she used to be."< br>
Yeats: "...When are you going to find an orc as your girlfriend?"
Perun smiled faintly: "To be honest, my seventh and nineteenth girlfriends are half-orcs... They are very... how should I say, very wild, but their body odor is a bit heavy, so I also treat these Objectively recorded in "A Guide to the Customs of Different Races"
Yeats: "..."
This is the unique calmness of the older generation of artists!
Miranti's character is a bit reserved, but as she talks, her chatterbox slowly opens up.
"I admire your deeds very much." Miranti's eyes shimmered, "You have the romance and spontaneity of the God of Dionysus, and the dazzling and bravery of the God of Light..."< br>
"I never dared to imagine that a bard who wrote many immortal masterpieces could also achieve such a great victory in the war in the north... I sincerely admire and envy you!" Miranti said with emotion.
These words are still very useful to Yeats. In addition, Miranti's future artistic achievements can be described as "master". Yeats decided to hire Miranti to stay in White Night City and asked him to Create artwork based on the gods.
Great works of art can have a subtle impact on people's beliefs.
Through art, the classicism and prosperity of the Age of Gods are recreated, thereby impacting the theocracy of the Holy See.
This was Yeats's conception.
Yeats planned to use White Night City as the center to vigorously promote the development of art in the city, which would weaken the influence of the Holy See and enhance the power of the goddess of art.
Moreover, this cultural movement will spread radially in all directions, and may have an impact on the entire kingdom and even the entire continent.
Miranti was the first artist Yeats decided to support. When word of mouth spreads, other artists will also flock to Baiye City.
“Now I become Petrarch, the initiator of the Renaissance.” Yeats thought to himself.
An art temple needs to be built in White Night City.
Yeats conceived in secret.
At that time, I can let Miranti serve as the designer and chief architect, and let the blind priestess Hebe help with reference... I believe that the goddess of art will definitely benefit from this, which in turn can help my art. God's choice!
Miranti could not imagine that the rumored Duke Honeysuckle could be so young and so friendly.
After hearing the amount of funding announced by Yeats, he froze in place.
“Don’t underestimate yourself.” Perron patted Miranti on the shoulder, “You are worth it.”
Miranti finally came back to her senses and continued to express her gratitude to Yeats.
Yeats smiled and nodded: "You go back first and leave Perron and I to chat alone."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Duke!" Miranti left excitedly.
In the living room.
Yeats and Perron looked at each other and fell into silence, the atmosphere was strange.
Perun hesitated and spoke first: "About the matter of "Honeysuckle"..."
Yeats stretched out his hand and said: "Volume 4."
Perun: " Huh?"
Yeats said: "Give me the fourth volume of "Travel in Lorraine", and I won't hold you accountable for publishing the book in my name!"
Pei! Lun breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "You should have told me earlier! I have finished writing that book a long time ago, and I will bring it to you next time we meet!"
"How many volumes are there in total?" Yeats asked.
"There are five volumes, of which the fifth volume is the most exciting. It contains some stories between Lorraine and the Silver Dragon Queen..." Perun shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that it is not allowed to be published. I found a friend to enjoy it in private!"
Yeats was moved and asked: "Where did you find out about Lorraine and the Silver Dragon Queen?"
Perun said: "I also traveled to the eastern part of the empire a few years ago, which was once under the rule of the Silver Dragon Queen. The local bard college still retains some stories about the Silver Dragon Queen, which are recorded in an ancient book..."
"However, a large number of historical materials about the Silver Dragon Queen have been lost, and some people doubt whether she really existed." Perun said, spreading his hands.
"When you see me next time, can you bring the fourth volume with you along with that ancient book?" Yeats said, "I am somewhat interested in the deeds of the Silver Dragon Queen."
"Of course no problem! "Perun said, "It's just that the next time we meet, I'm afraid it will be in March. I plan to go to the Roland Kingdom first."
"What are you going to do in the Roland Kingdom?"
" There is a trial set by the God of Love, and I want to try my luck and see if I can gain anything." Perron explained.
Yeats nodded and said:
"Come on, I wish you will become the God of Love as soon as possible!"
"Whether you are the God of Love or not, I will preach my great love." The elf poet said seriously, "Love, even the boundaries of race It can be surpassed!"
Yeats: "..."
The bad influence on young people is immeasurable!
*
Perron had his plans, and so did Yeats.
Since February, letters have been arriving from Lundu one after another, with beautiful handwriting. They are personal letters from Princess Theresa, either expressing condolences to Yeats, or asking about the current situation on the kingdom's borders.
After going back and forth, Yeats became pen pals with her, and learned from her writings about the problems that the Lionheart was worried about recently.
"My father's condition is not getting better, and there are pagans in Plymouth. My father has sent Crane to investigate, hoping that the matter can be resolved smoothly..."
Yeats: "..."
Maru La, this time I’m traveling with Kelan again!
Silver Harbor, Hall of Lords.
Clan smoked his pipe and examined the map hanging on the wall. His eyes were filled with contemplation amid the smoke.
At this time, a message fluctuated from the magic network.
"Mr. Crane, I am somewhat interested in the Tidecaller Mystery and plan to go to Portsmouth personally... If you have any clues, please feel free to share them. I am very grateful. Yeats Brown No. ”
Crack——
The pipe fell to the ground.
Klan's face was solemn.
We are sitting at home, and bad news comes from the sky!
(End of this chapter)