Night has fallen.

Snowflakes fluttered freely over the Tirisfalinland. The first snow that entered the cold winter always landed on time in every corner of the earth.

Locke wore a thick white bear fur and walked along the streets of Iva under the escort of several guards composed of elves and humans.

Although there are more than two months left before the Winter Festival, this year's beautiful life has allowed the Ivans, who are well-fed and well-dressed, to prepare the necessary items for the Winter Festival early.

They cut down silver pine trees of moderate height from the woods and planted them outside their doors, wrapping some colorful ribbons around them, and some people piled snowmen at their doors, bringing them the Winter Festival costume. Some people were also anxious, who had purchased inferior colored light bulbs from the goblins to install them on the pine trees, and emitted red, green and blue light through the power supply lines provided by the goblins.

It seems that the Winter Festival is really coming. Of course, it would be even more like the light bulbs that explode because of poor quality or due to electricity.

"Time flies so fast," Locke sighed as he walked, "I still remember this time last year, where there were only simple wooden houses."

Most of the pure wooden houses here have been demolished, and replaced by thick independent buildings made of stone.

"Yes, Grand Lord. We have not been idle in the year you left." Shilo smiled, but his face was full of uncontrollable pride. She strode to Locke and stopped. The bright red prosecutor's uniform was outlined on her, making the unprotruding places protruding.

Locke didn't reply to her. He strides forward, feeling the respect of all the passersby passing by. To be precise, this respect is to Hilo around him, not him. They are more surprised by their existence.

Locke smacked his lips, feeling a little resentful, but he soon felt relieved.

I have not stayed in Iva this year. Human beings are forgetful. Perhaps in their eyes, they have become a big-bellied nobleman? A person who is tall and separated from their lives. A person they may never see in their lifetime.

"You are still the greatest lord in their hearts, lord." As if seeing what Locke was thinking, Shilo lifted the snow on her forehead, and she smiled and said to Locke, "Many people compare you to the incarnation of the Holy Light, a savior."

Lock stopped, and he turned his head to look at Hilo, who was still smiling at him.

Shaking his head helplessly, Locke smiled bitterly, but he didn't know how to explain to her that he did not have the ambition to be a king.

I just want to be a powerful minister, at least for the time being.

"How did Berg do this year when I was away?" Locke pondered for a while and asked what he was thinking.

I was not very relieved about the nobles, but Berg was the first noble to join me. The reason why I did not reject Berg was that the order of the world was still controlled by the nobles. Not to mention that my strength was not enough at the beginning, I would not make this decision even if I had enough. After all, Lordaeron, whom I occupied, ultimately needed to be managed by the nobles.

Because this is the case in this world, the nobles manage the country, the farmers work in the fields, the merchants trade, the lords protect everything in their territory, everyone performs their duties, and few can break this rule. Even if there are, Locke believes that it will not be himself.

Because I will be the biggest beneficiary of this set of rules, why should I overthrow myself?

Just when Locke was stunned that he had just met Berg, Shilo shrugged casually, "You should ask your security officer, Miss Morningstar, or your follower, Major Mario, who are responsible for this matter. If you ask me, I can only say sorry."

"Oh?" Locke smiled. He took out a gold coin from his wallet and rubbed it in his hand. With the light of the magic street lights on both sides, Locke vaguely saw Dassork's avatar.

"You are my finance officer in Iva, and I think you always have some understanding of it. This will allow me to understand from different directions whether he is trustworthy."

"Okay, but," Shilo responded helplessly, "He is still very good as your consul here. Although we have differences in some ideas, we can reach a consensus on the construction of Iva."

"We have time to discuss this. Oh, by the way. Have you seen the fiscal revenue I put on your desk this year?" Shilo said embarrassedly, "After all, I am still the archbishop of Iva, and my daily work is much more busy than before. I can't waste time on taxes between one gold or a few silver coins every day, so I asked many people to help me, and I hope you can understand."

Locke waved his hand casually and found capable subordinates to share his workload. It was not a big deal. As long as the final obstacle was done, it would be fine. Nothing was strange. On the contrary, if you could find the right talent from this, it would be a good thing.

But that said, Locke agrees, but some necessary precautions are still needed, so he said, "This is understandable, just like when I was busy with Iva's government affairs, I thought of imposing responsibility on you."

Shilo spread his hands open, looking helpless.

Looking at Hilo's actions, Locke also smiled casually, but what he said made Hilo secretly cheer up.

"My territory is bigger and there are more places to use money, so I unconsciously changed from a noble paladin to a greedy person. No, look, my eyes!" Locke pointed at his eyes and asked Hilo to see, who looked at him inexplicably.

"This is a dragon's eyes like a miser, you know? They will turn anyone who attempts to enter their nests, peep and steal their money into ashes."

Shilo didn't say anything about Locke's understatement. She turned her head and looked at the shallow snow on the ground without saying a word.

Locke continued to walk without caring about it. It is necessary to give some pressure to her subordinates appropriately. Although she is strictly speaking, she is not her subordinate. But who has given her the highest status now?

There was a sensation of laughter and joy in front of him, and he raised his head. In front of him, there was a square where a group of people were dancing and singing.

Yes, it is necessary to do so.

Now that the stall is big, I can't guarantee any troubles in the future. In order to prevent any bad things, these words must be said first.

Looking at the bustling crowds and endless houses, Locke suddenly felt a little reluctant.

A worry arose.

Everything here should belong to me, right?

Although the Crusaders now seem to be collectivist, everything is for the Crusaders. Strictly speaking, they are serving my ideals.

Yes, that's right.

It was me who directed them forward, and my thoughts or even one thoughts determined the direction of their attack!

Locke turned around and thought of the desolation of the land once

I have captured this territory, they belong to me, right? I have invested a lot of money to support its development, so the output here is mine, right? That is to say, I am using everything that belongs to me to support the crusaders. In other words, it is me, Locke Harvey, who is raising the crusaders' army?!

With his thoughts floating away, Locke slowly held the gold coins in his hand, and an unsuppressed question popped into his heart!

So, why should I give up the position of King? I don’t owe anything to the Minaishire family, right? But why do I keep asking myself to do this in my heart?

What if you really give up the position of king?

Give up rights?

What should I do with the Crusaders?

Which king would allow such a powerful force to be out of his own control?

How should the Crusaders be properly arranged? In the name of the armed forces of the Church of Holy Light? What do the Church of Holy Light think? What will the people of the Church of Holy Light in other kingdoms think? Where should I be in this?

Whose command should the Crusaders obey? Is it mine? or the Queen? or someone else's?

What should I do then? If I don’t hand over to the army? Then others will take advantage of the situation, right? If I hand over the Lordaeron’s Revenge Army? Forget it, everyone knows that it’s just a fig leaf for the kingdom

When that day really comes, no! That day will definitely come! And all this is the trouble I have caused! I will definitely be subject to the control of the future queen. At that time, will I still think it would be a wise decision to give up the position of the king?

No, no, right now, do you still think this is a wise decision?

Locke fell into deep thought for a moment and didn't know how to choose. His once seemed unbreakable belief suddenly revealed a crack under the bait of rights.

Right! Right! Right Locke shook his head bitterly, why don’t he still look back now?

Back?

Locke unconsciously clenched the gold coins in his hand. The sudden stinging pain made Locke regain his mind, and they had arrived in the lively square.

Lock suddenly turned his head and said to Shiloh beside him, "In the future, please don't print Commander Dassorkhan's avatar."

Hilnai carefully held the basket in his arms and avoided the crowd squeezing over.

Just half a month ago, a circus came to Iva. Although they were not as famous as the Dark Night Circus, their appearance was no less than an entertainment feast in this generation of lack of entertainment life.

Many people from the Northern Silver Song Forest rushed to Iva City excitedly from the town strongholds that were spread throughout the Silver Song Forest. They booked cheap family hotels early, drinking the inferior beer brought from other places by the circus, while watching various tricks and magic.

For businessmen and small families who need to support their families, the huge crowd gathered here is undoubtedly potential gold coins.

So various items were placed randomly on the street outside the circus. The merchants were happily talking to the Iva people, while selling goods worth dozens of copper coins to those who had never left the place.

However, compared with those merchants, Hiernay became much quieter.

In the basket she was holding in her arms, a piece of white linen covered it, and she was yelling at the goods she crossed the blue while she was yelling.

"Bread, fresh bread. Sweet, spicy, and salty!"

"Bread, fresh bread. Steamed bread, rectangular, round, whatever you want!"

Although she was attracted by people's exclamations from time to time and focused her eyes on the stage, she would always take her eyes back and then hide from the crowded crowd while selling her products.

This kind of life began not long after the establishment of Iva. Although I was not skilled at the beginning and even dared not go out for a while, everyone here is the same. Everyone has a tragic past, and no one will deliberately ask about other people's past.

People are living here hard, from digging trenches, cutting trees, transporting wood, building houses, to cooking for the Crusaders, textiles and clothing, and making weapons. Until the Iva port was completely completed, the hard-working people suddenly discovered that they had built a new city!!

While excited, these people took great care of the cities they built, and they sorted out and protected the sanitation of the city; each Iva will consciously clean the garbage around their homes. Dig and clean the canals that run through various locations of the city, scolded those who dumped and defecated at will, and digged public toilets in various locations of the city. This is obviously different from other cities on this continent.

So, everyone who comes to Iva for the first time will feel incapable of the cleanliness of the city. Soon, they will even be proud of living in this city.

Therefore, he chose to forget the past and live a new life with an Ivan.

As she walked, Hilnai looked at the people around her. They were always forgetful, or they really wanted to see the unbearable life they had passed.

Soon, Hilnai saw some werewolves druids in the crowd who learned to wear human clothes. They stood at the outermost edge of the crowd, watching the circus performance on the stage, making a whimpering sound in their mouths, Hilnai knew they were laughing.

Not far from them, there are always some people wearing mage robes and some guards watching them intentionally or unintentionally.

Hiernai knew that this was an order issued by the Grand Prosecutor of the Holy Light Church. In order to reduce the resistance of the gnolls to human enslave them, they made a special compromise to allow them to take care of the food in the fields with peace of mind.

Shirnai often saw groups of moving little tree people walking around the fields in the outskirts of the city. She also saw the night elves druids guiding them.

In return, they can live like a normal human being. The premise is that they perform well and they don’t know how to identify them.

Hiernai knew that although these werewolves also wanted to integrate into human urban life, people did not like them. People always regarded them as inferior creatures, and even spoke ill of them. Perhaps because of their enslavement for so long, their wildness disappeared, and they were afraid of the terrible criminal laws they had suffered. They did not dare to have any dissatisfaction with human beings' rude behavior towards them.

Compared to some humans, Hilnae felt more sympathetic to the kowtow druids who were controlled to work in the world every day. But when he thought of the crime they had committed, the slightest bit of affection soon disappeared from Hilnae's heart.

After wandering around for a few times, Hilnay's bread did not sell a lot. On this occasion, selling bread was not suitable, but she couldn't make anything else. In fact, most of her bread was sold in the morning, and when she came here at night, she just wanted to feel the lively atmosphere.

Her home is too quiet, not as quiet as a human family, there is no way

Shaking her head, Hillnae finally watched the lively circus performance and turned around to leave. On the pot at her house, the next batch of bread was being grilled, and it would be broken if she didn't go back.

But soon, she saw someone she unexpectedly saw on the street corner.

She knew that person, the red-haired lord!

She couldn't help but squeeze over.
Chapter completed!