Realm of Power

Rode, Bremel

As a city given its name by His Majesty the Falcon himself, Bramel was the Kyoto of the Kingdom of Lod before it was renamed. It was once the capital of a powerful kingdom that occupied one of the four corners of the central and southern part of the continent and had hundreds of thousands of troops. The capital has gone through hundreds of years of wind and rain, and has witnessed countless turbulent reincarnations. In the baptism of iron and blood, after the army was destroyed and the dynasty was overthrown, it is still as beautiful as before. Peace is the best way to heal the wounds of war.

With the end of the war, Germany's stagnant economy is also recovering rapidly. Businessmen can already be seen busy on the business roads, and green buds of crops that were later replanted can be seen in the fields on the roadside.

Rode Kyoto, which was at the center of the storm during the Kingdom War, or more appropriately called Bremel now, has also begun to experience a large number of people returning to the city. At first, in order to avoid the war and comply with military service, about 200,000 people chose They had to leave, and now it was time to return to their hometown. They dragged their families and drove ox carts in a long procession on the road to Bremer.

That war cost Bremel a very heavy price, which cannot be healed in the short term. There were not many people on the cold streets, and most pedestrians could not see smiles on their faces.

When the fat man led the army into this devastated city, he saw the streets in the city covered with white canvas sails flying in the air. He was ashamed and a little embarrassed. According to the custom of the Luode people, if a relative died recently in the family, , you must hang a white cloth outside the window,

Of the city's population of 500,000, 80,000 young and middle-aged people died on the battlefield. Almost every family has a relative who went to the battlefield as a soldier and never came back. Their bodies have been collected Buried in the Polish mountains fifty miles outside the city, as a loser. They don't even have the authority to erect a tombstone,

"Although we have tried our best, the loss is still unavoidable." His Majesty, who laid the foundation of the empire in one fell swoop, mocked himself with some disinterest, "I only hope that the gift of the empire can heal the sadness that pervades the city." His Majesty the Falcon personally gave this city the name Bremel, which is German and everything revives.

Fatty hopes that this name can give the city new vitality.

On the streets of Loder, a black carriage was moving forward lonely, the reason why it was lonely. It was because there was only this carriage on the whole street. It looked so out of place on the somewhat empty road. Pedestrians on the road would occasionally cast a surprised look. There had been no carriages running on the spacious avenues of Kyoto for a long time. , so that green moss grew among the gravel on the roadside, and white raindrops hit the road. Pools of water were formed one after another, and when the scorching sun above their heads burned them, they were covered with patches of moss.

If it was before. This situation will never happen. Kyoto must look like Kyoto. Even the Rohoku people, who are famous for their rough nerves, will never allow the main avenues of Kyoto to be covered with green moss. There are people in the city who are responsible for maintaining the roads. professionals, but now that these roads have been transformed into the same function as ordinary roads, naturally there will be no such special treatment.

"It feels like a lifetime ago." Salton lowered the curtain of the carriage somewhat solemnly, unable to hide the melancholy in his heart between his eyebrows. This former virtuous minister slowly closed his eyes.

He listened to the crisp squeaking sound coming from the wheels on the gravel road outside the window. The sound was still so crisp, and it seemed to bring him back to the past years.

His mind flashed back to the first time he came to Rode Kyoto.

At that time, he was promoted from a local lord to the deputy minister of military affairs among the important ministers. With a bit of trance and confusion, he came to the heart of the kingdom with the consciousness of taking the blame for others, and a cold-blooded plan made him a popular person in the eyes of His Majesty the King. From then on, he rose to prominence and almost took control of the kingdom. With half of the troops, they pushed hard into the Dorok Mountains and scooped out the Suluo area from the hands of the Ruidian people. They were in the limelight for a while.

But the war with the Northern Falcon Dynasty turned everything around. It was like meeting a fatal nemesis. His situation took a turn for the worse. In the blink of an eye, in just 2 months, everything changed. Ruo, who was once so strong, took a turn for the worse. The Kingdom of Germany has been reduced to ashes, and His Majesty the King, who had great trust in him, has also left with the Kingdom.

The world is prosperous, just like yesterday's dream,

Everything is gone, only I am still worried about this avenue. Most of the city's dignitaries who used to come and go on the bustling streets of Kyoto are now dead souls buried in cemeteries outside the city.

That war not only brought painful memories to civilians. , it was also a devastating blow to the ruthless Kyoto nobles, especially to the traditional martial arts families who had become the backbone of the kingdom. Almost no family was spared.

The carriage kept moving forward, exited the Luode City Gate, and came to a cemetery five miles outside the city. This cemetery was surrounded by iron fences. The simple cemetery had almost no luxurious decorations. There is only a family crest inlaid on the iron door frame of the cemetery, indicating that this is the tomb of a certain noble child, and almost nothing else is left. It is so simple that it cannot even be regarded as the rank of a defeated noble.

The wind blew through the cemetery and rolled up a row of pale white cold-resistant flowers. Salton remembered that it was just a piece of bare wasteland at the time, and he planted these cold-resistant flowers himself. This kind of flower is not afraid of severe cold and can bloom all year round, so it often blooms. It was used to decorate the courtyards of nobles, and the old friend buried in the tomb originally regarded himself as a cold-warming flower.

Two crooked elm trees were planted at the entrance. It was summer now, and the leaves were lush, almost covering the entire cemetery. Under the sunlight, a mottled light and shadow flowed out. When the wind blew, it seemed like an old friend waving his hand.

Salton got off the carriage and saw with some surprise that in front of the stone tablet erected in the center of the cemetery, a woman in red clothes was standing alone, as if she was in deep thought.

The woman in red seemed to hear the sound of the car stopping behind her, and turned her head. She was wearing a bright red long skirt that was tightly attached to her graceful waist, and her black hair was as shiny as a waterfall. , about 20 years old, with an oval face with a little plump luster, a pair of slender eyebrows, and dark and clear pupils like stars in the night sky,

"It turns out to be Lord Salton" the red-dressed woman saluted slightly,

"Miss Scarlet... Why are you here..." Salton's face changed slightly,

He didn't expect to meet Scarlet Rui, who was rumored to have disappeared, in front of Scarlet Suo's grave. He realized that it was a bit rude to ask such a question,

The other party was originally a brother and sister, and it was normal for them to appear here. On the contrary, he was the real outsider. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (.). Your support is my greatest motivation. )

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