Above The Sky

The Governor of Port Harrison is served by the Imperial noble Viscount Grant, who was directly appointed by the previous Imperial Emperor. This used to be the glory of the Grant family in the past, but after the new emperor ascended the throne, things became delicate.

From the Dark Moon turmoil decades ago to the present day, Port Harrison and the entire southern settlement have been forgotten, even deliberately ignored.

Even eight years ago, Harrison Harbor was hit by a terrible storm that was almost a natural disaster. The governor of the imperial capital and the southern province did not say that all kinds of aid equipment and construction funds in theory had not been allocated. As a result, the fortifications of the city walls and some fringe streets in the port have not been restored to this day.

But this does not affect the Viscount Mansion is the most luxurious and luxurious building in the whole port.

Elder Pude walked through the garden decorated with various bright plants. In this courtyard built of marble, there are several sublimation plants with special functions. They bloom with brilliant colors, which are extremely moving under the breeze. With a refreshing fragrance.

Elder Pude turned a blind eye to this, this short, but strong old Bai Zhimin came to the inside of the courtyard under the guidance of the attendant.

At noon, the aroma of smoked wine could be smelled, and Viscount Grant was throwing a feast. Elder Purd can even see the candles flickering. Those pale yellow candles are mixed with frankincense and concentrating grass ashes. They are meditation candles that can assist in sublimation and practice. One is worth more than seventeen thaler silver coins.

"Here... ah, Elder Pude."

Embracing a slender red-haired beauty in his arms, Viscount Grant had obviously drank too much.

This dark-brown-haired, red-faced aristocrat looked young, with no wrinkles on his face. In fact, he was nearly sixty years old, but being a sublime allowed him to maintain his heyday for a longer period of time.

At this moment, he pushed the beauty beside him away, causing the other party to sneer. The Viscount smiled and patted the ripples on the other side's chest, then waved to Elder Pude and greeted the adjutant of civil affairs to sit down: "Sit, come and drink, Waiting for you to arrive."

"But it's disrespectful."

Elder Pude bowed slightly, then sat opposite each other.

There is no civil affairs officer in Port Harrison. He is a civil affairs adjutant mainly because he is responsible for the maintenance of Viscount Grant's private army and the identity of the elder of the White People. While working for the Viscount, he is responsible for governing the White People's community.

Elder Pude glanced at the wine table in the center of the courtyard. In addition to the stewed fish chowder and seafood that are common in coastal cities, there are also many pork chops and venison. In front of the Viscount, there is also a plate of lamb chops, sprinkled with spice meat sauce, baskets The bread in it is all good whole wheat brown bread, exuding a fragrant wheat fragrance.

But that's actually kind of shabby.

In theory, the luncheon of an imperial viscount, port governor and sublime should have good sea fruit oil, wine and refined white bread, and the main food should be beef and mutton, so that there is enough nutrient supply .

But who called Port Harrison a special case? Without imperial support for development and construction in the new immigrant areas, the material capital is poor. Except for the fish, there are not many pastures to provide fat and meat, and all livestock meat is a rare resource.

Because of political reasons, Viscount Grant is also unable to make further progress in the future. Naturally, he does not have the energy to work hard and practice hard. He just has to live by and enjoy his semi-retirement time.

"Lamar and Yam have met me."

Viscount Grant picked up a glass of mead—a lot of high-strength distilled spirits—and took a gulp. Although he was already drunk, the physique of the Ascendant allowed him to sober up quickly when he wanted to.

He turned his head sideways, looked at Elder Pude with pale blue eyes, and said in an official tone: "Those lowly sequoia savages sneaked into the city to attack the citizens of the empire and violated the majesty of the empire. This is intolerable. But the situation in the port, you I also know that we have no money to drive away the pests, and the port guards are not full now, so we can only strengthen our defenses to prevent them from sneaking into the city again."

"What to do really, we have to wait until the end of the year when the aid arrives."

Lamar is the port treasurer, and Yam is the city defense officer and sheriff.

There was originally a judge in Port Harrison, but eight years ago he was unfortunately killed by an ironclad shark that fell from the sky in a storm, and his successor waited for three years for the appointment of the empire, but he never issued it. Five years ago Out of the city in anger, whereabouts are unknown, probably eaten by natives or wild beasts, and now he can only be held by the Viscount Grant reluctantly.

This is out of specification, but there is no better way. However, it is said that the situation in the imperial capital has changed. Perhaps because of the trade needs of Whalesong Cliff and Canaan Moore, the center of the empire has once again focused its attention on the south. An imperial aid.

"The natives attacked because of pure sacrifice." Elder Pude said, and also drank a glass of mead mixed with high-concentration distilled wine. The dwarf blood made him appreciate this pure stimulation even more.

After putting down the cup, he spit out a breath of alcohol, and Elder Pude's dark blue eyes brightened. He said to the Viscount: "Osenna, I know very well, he is not clean, this stinky boy often sneaks out of the city to make deals with those savages, Smoking black mushrooms, I can see them all."

"He's a bad breed, there's no doubt about it. But those savages are too much. They sneaked into the city deliberately this time, and they specified that they asked Orsenna to give them two children in the family as sacrifices. We white people can't bear this. For the sake of their loved ones, even the cripple will go to great lengths, and that's the truth of this attack."

"My lord, I implore you to look at his bravery against the Sequoia natives this time, not to punish him for his transgression, and whether you can bestow some incense and potions to treat mental damage? In this attack, some young The child is affected by the indigenous sleeping powder, and the sequelae are quite serious."

He requested with formal etiquette: "The people of Bai will remember your generosity."

To sum up the information of the night, Elder Pude is very close to the truth. He doesn't know Orsenna's real thoughts, but it is his job to show the unity and fraternity of the white people in front of outsiders.

"It's easy to talk about Orsenna and Yao. It's not uncommon for him to be distorted and immersed in dreams. I also sympathize with the child's experience."

"But pure sacrifice..."

Nodding his head, he agreed to the request casually. In fact, Viscount Grant did not intend to punish ‘Osenna’ at all—he himself occasionally smoked black mushrooms, which was nothing in the imperial aristocratic circle.

As for the medicine, it was not worth much to him, and it was even less worth mentioning compared to the value that Elder Pude provided for his work.

The people of Bai accounted for one-seventh of the population of Harrison Harbor, second only to the people of the plain, the main ethnic group in the empire. Very cooperative, face is still to be given.

Only the word pure sacrifice, Viscount Grant frowned as soon as he heard it: "Really or not, the situation is so serious? Do you need to notify the bishop?"

His face quickly turned from red to white, the sublimator's physique metabolized the alcohol, the viscount let out a long sigh of alcohol, and muttered happily: "Fortunately, the assistance is coming soon, otherwise, we are powerless, and the strength of those indigenous people is still Not to be underestimated.”

But then, he shook his head in annoyance and muttered: "The recent period of time, the Huaiguang Church has not been easy, it's really troublesome."

Nanling people all know that pure sacrifice is one of the great rituals common to all the natives in Nanling. Only the blood of children and the soul of warriors can be used for ritual rituals, which is second only to the sacrifice of the highest level of ancestor spirits. There must be events and changes.

The bishop of Huaiguang Church in Harrison Harbor is a powerful second-level sublimator who has reached the level of condensed light.

Only recently, the bishop is visiting many coastal villages, and even going to the northwest colonies to expel the sea beasts and monsters that have become active due to the typhoon season, often disappearing for a month or two.

"It's up to you to decide." Viscount Grant was still thinking, and Elder Pude would not be stupid enough to think that he really needed to give an opinion.

He was just emphasizing one point: "Eight years ago, before the storm, those savages also made sacrifices of purity in exchange for the protection of the mountain tide spirit. Their shamans are more sensitive than us in this regard, and will not take risks for no reason. Spread the sacrifice."

"One more thing, my lord. Recently, there are more and more magical beasts and sublimated plants around the port. If there is another abnormal storm like eight years ago..."

Speaking of this, Elder Pude emphasized his tone: "It means that these phenomena are most likely related to the 'labyrinth'!"