That is the fate and pulse of this world.
It is connecting everyone.
…
Red Moon Moya.
Archduke Strike turned from the terrace. On the surface of the sublime inland sea that has not changed for thousands of years, a bright moon loneliness, dark harbors, and masts. But it was silent, only the voice of the waves came from far away, “Fr. Ferson, Im thinking about a question … I wonder if the moonlight we see today is also from the magnificent one thousand years ago. Era. Perhaps everything seen by the two generations is not much different? “
“You are sentimental, sir.”
“It ’s hard not to be sentimental. Time is passing, years are like China, and countless things in this world have decayed and changed, but there are some things that are truly enviable, but I know that behind this full moon is us Enemy, but in my lifetime, I still want to look at the moonlight more, to see the beauty of the sublime inland sea and our beautiful world. Maybe this is the so-called mortal trouble, because I am too short, so I will Passion for eternal beauty. “
“That ’s because we love this land. We call this land our homeland. It is the land that gave birth to us. Since my childhood, I have been familiar with everything in this city. I have witnessed the cloak. The prosperity and development of the Gulf. I once left here to start a career, but after leaving the post of scepter bishop, I returned to this place because the land gave me life. At that moment, I will return all its gifts to the cradle and home it gave me. “
“Unfortunately, Lord Martha is destined to make a joke for our two old guys,” said Archeast Steker, “after all, we only have one person who can rest here forever, and the other person will have to leave this place, maybe After a long time, the people on this land cannot return to their hometown. “
“But we already have the answer, dont we?”
“Thank you, my old man,” Grandpa looked at each other deeply. “Actually, I really envy you. Like you, I grew up on this land. In these days, I used to The memory that should have been long forgotten now becomes clearer. I suddenly remember what happened at a certain time under that wall, above that street, and in that wood, I remember A grandmother who died long ago, the mill that was demolished before the Six Day War, and a depression outside the city … “
“Oh my God, I never thought that Ive traveled here for so many days, from juvenile to strong, from strong to middle-aged, and then to old men,” the dukes eyes were slightly moist: “They dont seem to be treasured until they are lost.”
“So Im lucky,” the priest smiled lightly. “But you must take our hope away from here. I will sleep for now, and your promise to me is to bring the future back here.”
The Duke nodded, and he patted the priests shoulder. This was undoubtedly an rude gesture, but at the moment no one cared. “Lets go,” he said, “to meet our guests, intelligent lovers, our former enemies, but now we have to sit together and make decisions for our common future.”
“The world is fickle, friend.”
“Yes, things are fickle.”
… (~ ^ ~)
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 254 Cycle (on)
Dobion, the center of the Cape Bay area. The port is built on the mountain. The gray city wall divides the city into three areas from top to bottom. Because the building materials are mostly made of granite and turquoise that are abundant in the nearby mountains, the city presents an overall gray-black, square, street, and floor. Stacks of bungalows and churches all carry this monotone, like a thick black print.
The city is full of people, and the black people are slowly moving south, toward the south and southeast gates of Dobbian. A part of the flow has already left the city, appearing on the plains south of Dobbian. Surrounded by big and small beasts, chariots and horses, a scene of escape.
Although a negotiation is going on in the city hall, no matter what, the great relocation of the Cape Bay is an inevitable thing. Nobles have not announced the news, but the civilians in the lower levels are extremely sensitive to the atmosphere of the war and have smelled the wind and rain early. Coming breath.
Under the dome of the Doubian City Hall, negotiations between the two sides have been going on all night, and early morning has landed in the coastal area, over the gloomy sea, and there are three or four sail frigates solitary in the distance.
In the lobby, the argument was intensifying.
Father Demon has almost agreed to all the requirements of the Hazel people, including temporary alliances, subjecting the fleet to the unified command of the Hazel people, and even the evacuation plan must be included in the opponents overall plan. The only price the Zells will pay is that they must join the military alliance with Cape Bay.
You are not mistaken. It is a military alliance between Cape Bay and the Hazels, because Cape Bay cannot represent the entire empire, and in the case of being unable to contact the imperial capital, this is their only way to save themselves.
But the focus of the dispute between the two sides revolved around whether to stick to the core issue of Doubian.
“His Prophet. Although the hatred between the Cruzs and the Hazels has lasted for centuries, today we also sit down and negotiate, because we are the same, we are all intelligent beings. One member. Perhaps thousands of years later, the empire will turn into a fly ash, and the Hazel people will naturally not be able to escape the judgment of time. But our wisdom, history and the culture we have created will remain after the demise of the empire. Inherited by future generations. “
Father Demons voice echoed beneath the vault of the city hall, looking impassioned:
“Whether it is the civilization of the Cruzs or the civilization of the Hazels, it also belongs to our world. Whether you or I want to admit it, but even for these centuries, our two countries are still deeply mutual with each other. The magic technology that affects you, our art and culture. We learn from each others strengths, and the boundaries of the country will gradually blur with the passage of time. Maybe everything about the Cruzs today will become the Hazels tomorrow. A precious legacy, and vice versa. “
“Dorbian has a long history. It has been established since the ear of Hana in the Chaos era. It has a history of seven hundred years. Seven hundred years ago, a group of businessmen came here to build a simple city wall. It was convenient for them to temporarily store goods. Later, the city rose up and became the center of Cloak Bay. It is one of the oldest cities in Cruz and also the cradle of the Imperial Navy. Every inch of its land is countless. The legends and stories of the Qing Dynasty, the city also has the famous Duobian Temple, which is a treasure of the Cruzians. It is also a treasure of the entire human world and the highest masterpiece of architectural art. “
“These may belong to the Cruzs today, but tomorrow they belong to the entire civilized world. If we easily abandon them today, will we abandon everything we have tomorrow? I am not greedy for life, but I just want to say , Prophet, there are things in this world that are worth protecting with life. “
All eyes in the hall were gathered on this high-priest, the priest who was once the scepter bishop of the Temple of Fire. The Cruzs were all proud of these words. But no matter how proud he is, there are very few people who are willing to dedicate themselves to these words.
As soon as the priests voice fell, a buzzing discussion sounded in the hall.
Demon frowned deeply, he knew what he was saying that even the Cruz aristocrats could not convince, let alone the Hassel. He can only hope that the Prophet, His Excellency, is a truly wise master, and not these ratcheted aristocrats who have left to see the attitude of the Hazels.
The negotiators of the Hazel ambassador were two men who were responsible for commanding the frontline commander attacking the fortress of Sidors, and his spiritual mentor, the Prophet Salma.