As the cold winter moon ended, the sky of the Tirisfa Woodland gradually became haze. Thin gray clouds began to accumulate over the woodland, and the drizzle fell silently on the earth, making everyone feel extremely melancholy.

In the cemetery halfway up the monastery, dozens of brand new cemeteries appeared around the cemetery of Archbishop of Holy Light. Led by Locke, who was healed from his wounds, the senior officers left here by the Blood Crusaders presented flowers to every intern Paladin and priest who died in the last battle.

Lock looked at the names he knew or was not familiar with, and there was no other thought in his heart.

They fell in battle with the demons for their ideals and beliefs. As their commander, the supreme commander, the great lord, Locke regretted that they died young and felt disgusted by the constant changes.

From the years I have been traveling through time, I seem to be in a hurry to do everything, and I want to make plans in advance before something happens. From entering the Crusade to becoming the leader of the Fifth Legion, from entering the Silver Song Forest to the Southern Theater Command, from the Southern Theater Command to the present... These major events are always overwhelmed and proceeding in an orderly manner.

It seems that this is good, as if everything is being done step by step, everyone regards themselves as heroes, Lordaeron's savior, the favored man of the holy light, the future King of Lordaeron, etc. All these glorious titles are placed on his head. But when the night is late, Locke's inexplicable loss and the complex feelings that no one can express to make him sleepless at night.

Especially recently, Locke always thinks about these things, and the goals he has insisted on for a long time have become loose. Locke knows that this emotion is wrong, but he doesn't want to make a change.

It felt like he was too tired. He wanted to take a vacation for himself and find a place to stay away from all this and vent his vent.

But this is obviously impossible...

Rows of newly carved semicircular tombstones finally came to an end, and a new cemetery close to Archbishop Fao appeared there. After everyone around him retreated, Locke squatted alone in front of the tombstone.

"Uncle Ethan Leon, now you know what I said is true, right?" Looking at Ethan Leon's name on the tombstone, Locke couldn't help but sigh, "But what's the point? You're gone."

"Your departure made me suddenly feel that I had another relative missing. Just like the great lord Moglani left us, this feeling was as bad as that." Locke said as he turned his head to look at everyone who was parked in the distance. He saw Sally looking at him with concern. Locke smiled slightly at her, but his mouth did not close.

"Look, now I have everything you have. I have rights, I have status, I have money. Even the Ronin of Dalaran, the Prodmoore family of Kurtiras, and their daughter Gianna came to beg me. But what's the point?"

"I suddenly felt that I shouldn't have kept everything from you, so now there is no one who can share my joy..."

Locke's tears kept flowing down the corners of his eyes, and the fatigue and remorse that were suppressed in his heart seemed to suddenly surge out at this time. Looking at the tombstone in front of him, Locke realized what he had gained and lost over the years.

"I regretted my selfish behavior at that time. My consideration was to make excuses for myself and to hide my inner greed and desire for status."

"If I had taken the initiative to explain to you the news that Dassorkhan was leaning over by the demon, regardless of the others. Renault might not have been bewitched by Banazar, and the great lord Moglani would not have died. The Crusaders might not have split, and you would not have died in this battle with the demons."

"It all happened! It was also because I was afraid of the history that was changed, not the history that I was familiar with." Locke wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He looked down at the flowers under the tombstone and said, "I was afraid of the history that was changed... I was afraid of staggering forward without knowing anything..."

"All of this is because of my desire, which makes it all develop in history... But what about the final result?" Locke rubbed his nose and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I still walk on this path. Is this the discovery of my conscience?"

"I think of these days every night, but I'm holding back the fact that I don't want you to die. Because whenever I think of these, I feel like an executioner with your hands covered with your blood!"

"What I did has allowed me to accept condemnation from my conscience for a long time. Now, I cannot ignore everything I have done. This is retribution..."

In front of the tombstone in the distance, Locke's rare loss of composure made Sally and the others very puzzled. In the end, they could only belong to his deep relationship with Ethan Leon.

"Miss Whiteman, go and let Lord Harvey come back." Demitia touched her with her shoulder on Sally's side. "This state is not conducive to his condition..."

"No, great sage." Sally, who knew Locke better, shook her head with some distress, "I understand him, just let him vent. He suppressed too much in his heart that he could not say to us. He needed a person to talk to."

"The physical condition has been cured, and his current illness is in his heart."

In Sally's sight, the lonely Locke was so conspicuous. He seemed to be like that forever, when you thought you were one with him, but you could clearly feel that he was out of place with everyone around you.

When he was unintentionally, he always looked at everything around him with a difficult-to-describe look. It seemed that at that time, he was like a high god, leaving everyone.

This secret conversation ended quickly. When he appeared in front of everyone again, the previous haze was gone on his face.

"I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time. Go back," Locke wiped the rain on his face. He looked back at Ethan Lean's tombstone and saluted him solemnly. After Locke resolutely left here.

※※※

"Today is our first plenary meeting. Many of us here have met for the first time. I hope you can live in harmony in the future." In Locke's office, people who can speak in every field, whether sitting, standing or against the wall.

There are the speakers of the noble parliament; Sally, Demitia, and Falbanks representing the Church of the Holy Light; Baron Berg and Hilo representing the local administration; Hudson representing the military and other military departments.

Locke sat behind a large desk, and piles of letter papers were placed on the table in front of him.

After glanced at everyone in the room, Locke thought in his heart, as if it was necessary to suggest Hilo suggesting to build a new council hall or build his own castle.

My office in the monastery and cathedral is already very large, but now it is full. I can't continue like this, since I'm not short of money anyway.

Thinking of this, Locke said first, "Before the meeting, I need to make one thing clear. No, it's clear..."

Lock thought for a while, and he looked up at the people in the room and said, "Iva will exist as our administrative center in the future. And here!"

Rock pointed to the undulating courtyards outside and the tall cathedral spire, "This is our religious center, and everything related to religion and the light in the future will be handled here. This includes the local department of our light church..."

Locke's words made some people in the room happy, while others were very disappointed. Some people looked in the direction of the former site of the royal city, and then looked in the direction of Iva, thinking about something silently.

In fact, for a time, the clarity of the administrative center under Rocket rule continued to be fierce debate among the people between the Monastery Cathedral and Iva.

Because of Locke's dual identity, this has never stopped the quarrel between the Church of the Holy Light, which represents the monastery cathedral and the two groups of people who relied on Locke to rise in Iva. Both sides also believe that Locke would choose their place as the new administrative center.

Some people have raised their own objections, and of course some people have their own ideas.

"Why don't we drive away the undead in the ruins of our royal city first?" Viscount Quite, the Speaker of the Noble Parliament, spoke his questions.

He sat on a few chairs in the room, looking strangely at the others present.

"Gentlemen, ladies, the King Capital has long been a spiritual symbol of our Lordaeron. Isn't it obvious that it is there to be our administrative center?"

People who know Locke keep silent about this question. People who don’t understand want to know why.

Locke glanced at Viscount Quite, the Speaker of the Noble Parliament who hugged his thighs. He has performed very well recently. The noble Parliament led by him has not pulled his back for a long time. Even the little nobles left by Lordaeron no longer ask for their territorial inheritance rights.

They are all cooperating with themselves.

Strictly speaking, the fiefs of these people have become their own territory, and they probably gave up. Who made them escape from their territory in war? Locke did not take away their territory if any nobles resisted the undead. He would even hand over the captured land to them again.

This is true for some Gilness lords led by Baron Harding Wellington of the Southern Silver Pine Forest. Locke also made him the military commander of the Southern Silver Pine Forest as an example to win over the old nobles.

The benefits of doing this are gradually revealed, and many little nobles are no longer hostile to Locke. They began to find ways to enter Locke's administrative system, hoping that in this way, they could regain their territory or gain better territory.
Chapter completed!