Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 225 Night City
The days are passing by gradually, and time is like a stream, going away.

After the disaster of ice falling from the sky in Dawn City, the four seasons began to be distinct. Some weather experts have already published articles in the city about the new festivals, and asked people to name them.

There are already newspapers in this era, but these are generally affordable by rich people, so those academic opinions and criticisms are not well understood by the people living at the bottom. The definition and naming of the four seasons are still heard from some orators. .

They don't care about fancy names, they only care about the increasingly clear seasons, and the wheat harvest is getting better.

The warm season used to usher in scorching heat, followed by desertion, and then the severe cold of winter.

This is commonplace in the world that Mu Xuan traveled through before, but it is a huge change in Dawn City.

Not only the weather, but also the regime at the top have undergone earth-shaking changes.

The nobles who participated in the defense of the city in the war won the support of the people, reform and resignation, power and frustration, all overnight.

What occupies the largest space in all the pictures is not the power struggle of the upper class nobles, but the daily life of ordinary people.

People gradually came out of that disaster, reconstruction and recovery of all things happened at the same time, and hope once again came to this magnificent city-state.

Dawn City seems to have the embryonic form of a country. People here believe in religion and worship magic. His Excellency Reynolds in the temple was once the belief and dependence of the residents of Dawn City, but it collapsed on the most dangerous day, and the shock caused can be imagined And know.

This almost touched the spiritual level, and all the people who regarded Reynolds as the patron saint were at a loss, barely suppressing their inner panic under the momentum of the rise of the new nobles.

However, if there is a gap in the heart, then sooner or later, the bitter cold wind will pour in, until the gap becomes bigger and bigger, setting off a storm that can knock people's hearts down.

In the first year, the homeland was rebuilt, the temple was closed, and the paladins became ordinary guards.

People began to feel uncomfortable, without the presence of His Excellency the High Priest, they felt lost.

In the second year, the emerging business class became a member of the new aristocracy, penetrating the commercial lifeline of Dawn Land.The temple became more and more desolate and desolate day by day.

Dawn City set off an upsurge in revival of the temple. On the newspapers, the younger generation of magicians showed their talents and recalled the unprecedented catastrophe in the past.

Some people say that it is the incarnation of Lord Reynolds. Even in the kingdom of heaven, the taciturn old priest still misses the subjects of Dawn.

In this regard, there are also many people who hold the opposite opinion and put forward a point of view.

"Perhaps an unborn magician passed by Xuanhu to help the world. This reminds us that magicians must step up their practice and strengthen their own strength in order to protect the subjects of Dawn."

A third point of view is also gaining ground.

"The spirit of all things has given a generous assistance. We can no longer sit still and rely on the strong. All Dawn residents must develop, and we must not let laziness take root in the earth and erode the hearts of the people."

Some people published large-scale articles in newspapers one after another, which aroused some reflections.

At this time, some people have suggested reopening the temple. The temple is an important symbol of Dawn City, and the high priest is the uncrowned king. Even the richest land nobles cannot be compared with the high priest.

The people's concern about the temple has reached a climax. The spiritual emptiness after the disaster can not be filled for a long time, and people are eager to rebuild their spiritual support.

At this time, there was a speech that calmed the boiling river and stopped the regeneration of the crack.

The astrologer predicted: a new morning star has risen.

Eight years later, the temple will welcome a new owner.

All the young people thought that they might be the next priest, because the astrologer said that the priest appeared when he was about fifteen to twenty years old, and those children who were seven years old and above had high hopes.

Since the morning star has no clear direction, doesn't that mean that everyone has a chance?

As long as they are of this suitable age, as long as they have magical talent, the glory of sacrifice will descend on the young man's head.

The eighth year is called the Year of the Holy Light.

The election of the new high priest will be selected from the most central area of ​​Dawn City, and all magicians can participate in the election. Soon, this city that occupies half of Leola's territory will be filled with enthusiastic young people from all corners.

There are magicians from ten to 20 years old, and there are even many magicians in their 20s to 30s. Everyone wants to try their luck. Maybe the age predicted by the astrologer is wrong?

Maybe he is the chosen one?
There are still a lot of people who gamble on luck. The hotels, hotels, and even some taverns and commodity stores in the city center are full of people these days.

The deserted season exaggerates the fiery atmosphere, forming a beautiful scenery of Shuguang City.

The next High Priest will defeat all opponents, "Glory and victory belong to His Excellency the High Priest".

After the astrologer finished saying this, he went to retreat for cultivation. People imagined that the next high priest should be a calm and prudent young man with good strength but not arrogant. He should be like the old priest in the past, reticent.

So this kind of people tend to have more people betting in the casino.

In the third year, early autumn, Time Courtyard.

"The temple has reopened?"

The girl in a simple cotton dress was lazily lying on the easy chair, and the fine sunlight hit the girl's face through the gaps in the treetops, leaving a spot of light.

She squinted her eyes a little, blocking the annoying light with her hands.

"Yes." The servant stood aside respectfully, washing and peeling the freshly bought fruit while answering the host's words.

"Mary, I heard that Fez Square and Roberts Avenue are full of people recently. People who go out to buy things will inevitably have two shoes trampled off and a lot of hair ripped off. You look good?"

The girl showed a playful smile, but teased her taciturn maid.

The maid lowered her head when she heard the words, her wheat-colored face concealed the blushing of embarrassment, and she gave a low hum.

With all her strength, no one could rob her when shopping was crowded. The fruit that the young lady asked for was crowded with people rushing to buy it. She stepped on several people's shoes before she managed to buy it.

Mary is embarrassed to say that her employer has always thought that she is an honest and honest person who will not make a sound when bullied, but in fact she has changed a long time ago.

Perhaps she has learned from Miss Samuel Lester's fine style, she can beat up five of those gossip neighbors by herself, and slap them if they don't agree, to see if they dare to make arrangements for the master of Time Courtyard.

Miss Lester was lively, laughing, and a kind host, and she returned the bond to herself the year after she bought herself.

Mary still remembers the delicate-looking girl smiling and saying, "You are free."

Mary was terrified and didn't know where to go, thinking that she was rejected by her master, and slaves who were rejected in the slave market were often sold to the dirtiest places for cheap.

(End of this chapter)