A strange world

Chapter 1082 Section 4. The gathering red stars will start a prairie fire

Victory, such a beautiful word, a word that countless people long for, can even cover up the countless sorrows behind it.

But the price is there, no matter how hard you pretend not to see it, it’s still there.

So compared to failure and victory, what is better is the "tranquility" where nothing happens.

In the face of death, different races have different views: Elves believe that death means returning to the World Tree and starting a new life. The Vampires regard death as eternal sleep. Skaven regard death as a curse from the gods upon the holy race. The orcs made vessels from the bones of their enemies and comrades and wore them on their bodies.

Even humans differ within themselves. For example, the Empire regards death in battle as a high honor. You can fail miserably, but you can't take a step back.

The practice in Liberty City is to engrave the names of the war dead on stone tablets so that everyone can respect, remember, and serve as a warning.

In Liberty City, where every inch of land is precious, there is a vast cemetery.

The heroes who died for Liberty City are buried here. The person guarding the cemetery is one of the heroic spirits.

The next day, on a slightly gloomy afternoon, Liberty City held a memorial ceremony for the fallen of the war.

The heroic spirit stood in front of a newly erected tall stone obelisk. Compared with the first stone obelisk, it was taller and thicker because the names of the war dead were engraved all over the obelisk.

Lame Barr, Darwin...and countless more anonymous people who have no name, no name left behind, and can only be represented by a slanted notch.

"They sacrificed themselves for the happiness of others. Is it worth it?"

The crowd standing in the dark cemetery was silent, except for the crows circling in the sky.

"Some people will laugh at them for being stupid and for not cherishing life. But I say, until they sacrifice, they are burning for their ideals, the future of Liberty City, and the happiness of the people!"

"There is a red star on both obelisks. There will be one on every obelisk in the future. There will be more and more red stars until the day when a single spark ignites the prairie fire!"

The shouts of heroic spirits echoed over the cemetery.

Annan, the eldest sister and Olmedo stood in front with a group of Free City officials and placed bouquets of flowers in front of the obelisk.

"Want to go for a walk?" Olmedo, who put on a black classical dress that highlighted her tall figure, asked Annan.

"good."

Annan pushed the wheelchair and followed Olmedo away from the obelisk and walked in the cemetery.

Standing on the cemetery path, Annan felt calm and safe as never before, because they were all heroic spirits who died to protect themselves, the Free City and the people.

"Olmedo, I have a question. Is the Congressman a good person or a bad person?"

"Uncle... I don't know much about him. If it hadn't been for the war, I thought I would never have another encounter with him in this life."

"No wonder you never mentioned him." Itilia whispered.

"But I think he cares about you very much." Annan recalled the details of getting along with the chairman of the parliament, as well as the talking staff's attitude towards him.

"Would you not contact the people you care about for more than ten years?" Olmedo smiled bitterly.

"Perhaps it's out of necessity..."

However, the chairman of the council has disappeared, so there is no point in guessing. Let Oulin help find out the inside story.

Annan shook his head: "Everyone in your family loves to play riddles."

"I don't do that." Olmedo defended himself.

"You've always been like this. Do you remember? In Breeze City..."

Annan and Olmedo talked about the past. The eldest sister listened quietly, fleshing out the image of Annan's past.

"Dad, why are these two stones not the same size?"

Unconsciously, they walked back to the main entrance of the cemetery, and the conversation between a father and his daughter caught their attention.

"The small obelisk represents our first war, and the big obelisk represents our second war. Because we lost so many people in this war, we need a larger obelisk to write their names on it. ”

"Dad, did we lose?"

"No, we won in the end."

The little girl didn't quite understand, and pointed to the obelisk with the names of the victims engraved on it and asked, "What about them?"

"They have become that heroic uncle and continue to protect us."

The little girl made a sound in surprise, as if a heroic spirit was floating above her head. She fumbled around in her pocket, and finally found a hairpin, and lifted it up precariously on tiptoes.

Annan, who saw this scene not far away, tore open a magic scroll. The invisible hand of the mage took the hairpin from the little girl who could no longer hold on and put it on her hair.

"They are really here!" the little girl exclaimed jumping up and down.

"yes……"

Annan and the other three looked at this scene with relief.

It would be more harmonious if there was no "tearing apart the magic scroll" part...

…

Wilhelm.

The center of the world, the master above. Most of the stories told in the continent of Ellen come from Wilhelm.

But as long as you have money, you are the master of Wilhelm.

As soon as the trade application for this major customer in Liberty City was launched, Wilhelm's merchants sent a medium-sized arcane energy core within three days.

It’s so fast that there’s no sense of ceremony that cost a lot of money.

"If you don't like it, pour out the money and trade?" Olmedo asked.

"No." Annan said firmly.

It's not that I'm afraid of Ilimoyas coming to snatch it, but mainly because as long as I don't see it, the two and a half million gold is just a number.

In view of Annan's cheerfulness and maintaining customer relations, the merchant gave away a free set of arcane energy core maintenance and base refurbishment services.

The familiar routine deepened Annan's curiosity about Wilhelm, and he took the opportunity to ask the merchant about Wilhelm's situation.

"Wouldn't you know if you go and take a look?"

"Can I go?"

"Why not? The new millennium of the Elven calendar is coming, and it is a celebration for all races. Invitations have already been distributed... Didn't you receive it?"

Annan looked at Olmedo. She shook her head to indicate that there was no letter from Wilhelm or unknown origin.

"Well... maybe it hasn't reached you yet." The merchant said.

Annan always felt that it seemed not so simple...

In any case, with the second arcane energy core installed underground in the City Lord's Mansion, the scope of Free City expanded another 500 meters outward.

In addition to the port, camp, farm, and half of the industrial zone, Free City is basically intact.

Annan looked at the industrial zone divided into two and felt a little unhappy, wondering whether to exchange the money for the mountain copper foundation for the third arcane energy core.

By then, the diameter will jump from 1750 meters to... 2000 meters.

"Forget it."

The added 500 meters was just enough for the Liberty City, whose population dropped back to 80,000, to be neither crowded nor deserted.

It took a few days to lay the mountain copper on the periphery, so that Renato and a group of officials who stayed in the Gem Bay could take care of hundreds of thousands of people.

On January 10, 1003 of the Saint Laurent calendar, the Liberty City, which had just returned, trembled and took off again.

This time it was no longer to start a war, but to set off and go home!