After breakfast, Gawain did not immediately start dealing with territorial affairs as usual, but stopped Hetty who was about to leave: "Is there anything important at the Government Affairs Office this morning?"
"No," Hetty didn't know why, but still replied, "The winter work plan has been arranged. There are only some daily tasks this morning-which can be left to the assistant."
"Then Don’t be busy going to the Government Affairs Office now, come with me for a walk in the city."
Ten minutes later, Gawain and Hetty had arrived at the central block of Cecil City, and Amber acted as a guest. Konoe also followed him out.
Walking on the streets of this new city, what comes to mind is the unique vitality and vitality of Cecil City. What comes to your ears are the sounds of people, cars and horses, and everything you can see. They are all energetic, fulfilled and healthy citizens. Although it has now entered late autumn, due to the reduced activity of the giant sun, the weather is getting colder day by day, but these cold temperatures have not affected the lives of Cecil people at all - on the contrary, due to the North Shore, A lot of new projects have been launched in the new city, and countless jobs and life opportunities are attracting more and more people to join the city and start working. At this moment, Cecil is as lively as ever.
However, just over two years ago, this kind of thing was unimaginable to the Ansu people—even to any country in the northern part of the continent.
So whenever he walks on the streets of Cecil City, Gawain will feel a sense of relief, and this sense of relief will also make him feel more truly alive in this world. The fact made him realize that he was inextricably connected with the world, and that his efforts and actions all along were not meaningless.
Amber followed Gawain. She glanced at the latter strangely, seeming to see something strange in that majestic face: As a guard of the lord, she and She has been with Gawain even longer than Hetty and Rebecca. Whether she likes it or not, she is already familiar with the details of every expression of Gawain. She can tell that Gawain is worried, but she doesn't know whether she should It’s time to ask.
Fortunately, Hetty was followed on the other side. Hetty may not be as good at observing people as Amber, but she is a meticulous and sensitive person. After some hesitation, the "big housekeeper" spoke with concern: "Ancestor, are you worried?"
Gawain is indeed worried - he is thinking about the civil war outside the Rock Fortress, thinking about how many years the Cecil Principality will have to develop stably, thinking about the Saint Threats from the God of Light and other gods, wondering whether the cultists who had been silent for nearly a year were brewing new conspiracies, but under Hetillo's worried gaze, he just said casually: "Lu'an City is pacified. After we come down... we can develop with peace of mind for a few years."
"As you said," Hetty lowered her head slightly, "Part of the production and construction plans have been scheduled for the second half of next year. As long as the external situation continues. No big changes in the next few yearsThis will be the most critical development period for the principality. "
"Yes...provided there are no major changes in the external situation..." Gawain said slowly, but in his mind he couldn't help but think of that powerful and eyeing country: Typhon, that one has left. How long will the empire, at the critical juncture of change, sit back and watch the civil war in Anzu? To what extent are they prepared to take action when Anzu is weakened?
Perhaps it is time to speed up Daniel's arrangements...
However, Gawain's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a scene on the street not far away.
He saw a group of people coming out of the corner of the street, each wearing a certain weapon around their necks. They were planting grass rings woven from off-white thatch. They were holding their pockets in their hands, and they were constantly taking out small white flowers from their pockets, and pinned them on every door along the way. He also suddenly noticed that many pedestrians on the road were actually wearing Small white flowers - some are worn on the collar, some are pinned on hats, and some are simply held in the hand.
"What's going on? Gawain raised his hand and pointed not far away, "What are they doing?" ”
Hubo glanced over there and said casually: “Oh, it’s Easter Day in two days, and many people in the city are preparing.” ”
“Quiet Day? Gawain was confused, "Is it a festival?" Did it happen last year? ”
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Hetty suddenly hesitated when he spoke: “Last year... there were actually festival activities last year, but at that time the territory was still very unstable and supplies were very tight, so there were only a few It’s such a small-scale event that you probably haven’t noticed it. "
"Is that so? Gawain was still a little confused, "But how come I never knew about this festival?" "
Hetty glanced at Gawain, and her expression became a little strange: "This festival... it's normal for you not to know. It only came about after you... died in battle. On the 45th day of the Frost Moon every year, people wear grass rings, decorate death chrysanthemums on their doors and clothes, hold nightly bonfire ceremonies, and dance to commemorate the deceased and communicate with the soul of the deceased. "
"Oh, it's a festival after my death, no wonder," Gawain suddenly realized, and then he woke up, "Wait a minute, the 45th of the Frost Moon? Wasn't that the last time I went to war seven hundred years ago..."
"As you might think," the expression on Hetty's face became even weirder, "this festival is to commemorate you—— At first it was just a commemorative ceremony held spontaneously by the people of Cecil Territory. Then the late King Charles and other founding dukes also held activities to commemorate you. By the 27th year of Ansu, it became a national festival... "
Gowen: "..."
Does this mean that in two days, people all over Ansu will collectively wear flowers, roast fire, sing and dance to celebrate his death anniversary? !
At this time, he really wanted to say "Oh my god" like Nicholas Egg, but considering the image of his ancestor, he had to hold it back, but he couldn't help but mutter with a weird face. : "You guys...no, I don'tYou have already come to life, don’t you think there is anything wrong with you still celebrating this festival? "
"There is no way...after all, it has been seven hundred years..." The expression on Hetty's face was almost tangled to death, but she knew that her ancestor must be more tangled than herself at the moment, so she could only force herself. He continued to explain, "The origin of this festival has become something that can only be written in history books. Only nobles and scholars know something about it - and they have to be the ones with better academic skills. For ordinary people, Anling Festival has evolved into an ordinary festival. It is a day for them to commemorate their ancestors, comfort their ancestors, communicate with souls, and pray for peace... This... you should understand..."
"I..." Gao Wen was already sweating all over his forehead, but after thinking hard for a while, he found that he could only understand that "he" had been dead for seven hundred years, and except for the first ten years, generations of The Ansu people have long been accustomed to commemorating their ancestors on this day. In this world where true gods exist and most ritual festivals are related to gods, this is probably the only ritual festival that has nothing to do with gods. They What else can you do if you don’t understand?
“Okay, I understand, I understand,” Gawain rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. At this moment, he suddenly felt that all his previous worries had taken a back seat. "Just celebrate..."
Hetty breathed a sigh of relief. She was extremely nervous just now. After all, although this festival is "to commemorate the great ancestors", in theory it is a matter full of glory. But whether the ancestor herself still thinks this event is worth commemorating after crawling out of the coffin is another matter. To be fair, she doesn't think it is worth celebrating that people all over the country dance around the bonfire to commemorate the anniversary of her death. thing - and they do this once a year...
But before she could take a breath, she was interrupted by a sudden and energetic voice: "Lord Ancestor! aunt! Ah and amber! You are here! ”
Hetty looked up and saw Rebecca running from a distance, and the first thing she saw was that the silly roe deer was holding a handful of Sue Shiju...
She realized clearly and calmly on the spot: Oh, it's over.
In such a moment, Rebecca had already run to Gawain and the others. In front of him, the girl greeted Gawain cheerfully, and then looked at Hetty: "Aunt! Easter is coming soon. We missed it last year. We should celebrate it normally this year, right? "
Hetty almost gritted her teeth and lowered her voice: "Rebecca——"
Rebecca didn't realize anything was wrong with the atmosphere: "Huh? "
Hetty opened her mouth and was about to remind the girl about the origin of All Souls' Day. Unexpectedly, Amber, who had been quietly watching for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Speaking of which, your Cecil family How did the members of the group celebrate Easter Day? "
Amber, excellent head of military intelligence, spy chief, expert in intelligence warfare and sabotage operations, textbook level public opinion warfare"One of the biggest promoters of the "Luann Awakening" incident, he has three major talents in life: stealing and digging graves, running away, and setting fire to fire.
Rebecca fell directly into the pit and started happily. Said: "Actually, most of the content is the same as everyone else - during the day, the death chrysanthemums are decorated at the door and under the window sill, so that the ancestors can find their way home, and then hold a bonfire party at night, eat, drink, and dance. And so on, prepare an extra piece of food to entertain the souls of the ancestors. In the early morning of the next day, collect all the death chrysanthemums and send them to the family cemetery, so that the souls can be sent back to where they rest. Place..."
As Rebecca spoke, she looked at Gawain: "By the way, Lord Ancestor, do you want...eh? "
Gawain looked at Rebecca expressionlessly: "How about you just give me the flower in your hand? It also saves you trouble. "
Rebecca: "..."
Gawain looked at Hetty again and continued expressionless: "It's just that the child didn't learn history well - that's all. Has anyone told her the origin of All Souls Day? After all, he is the heir of the family. "
Rebecca finally reacted completely at this time, standing up straight with a cold sweat on her head: "I...I know! All Souls' Day was originally a commemorative event held in memory of the founding Duke Gawain Cecil. It officially became a festival in the 27th year of Ansu..."
Gawain couldn't help but knock the silly roe deer on the head. For a moment: "Don't you know everything? "
Rebecca rubbed the place where she was knocked: "I just didn't react..."
Gawain looked helpless: Such a person who can do nothing in the fields of magic technology and machinery. How come a genius with a seamless switch can be as upright and necrotic in other fields?
Rebecca shrank her neck while paying attention to the changes in Gawain's expression: "Then... then our family It’s better not to celebrate Remembrance Day... Anyway, my ancestor, you are alive again. ”
However, Gawain did not give an answer immediately. He just looked at the crowds on the street not far away who were preparing for the All Souls Day, and suddenly a strange feeling appeared in his heart. .
After a brief thought, he finally broke the silence: "There will still be Easter Day, and I will celebrate it with you this year. "
This time not only Hetty and Rebecca's eyes widened, but even Amber who was watching the show next to him was surprised: "Huh? ! What is your hobby? "
"Those who have climbed out of the coffin do not need to be commemorated, but other souls... need comfort," Gawain breathed out softly, "The fire of old Cecil... …It’s been two years. ”