The Riddler Get Out of Terra

And what is Mayflower City?

It is neither close nor far from the Rhine. It is not close enough to serve as an acropolis that performs the supplementary functions of the Rhine, nor is it far enough to serve as a transit point between the Rhine and the capital Alphonse.

This is just a city that gathers scattered farmers in the southern plains of Kazdaele. Apart from being close to large farmlands, Mayflower City has almost no geographical advantages compared to other cities.

Such an ordinary city may not be as good as other cities.

But the good thing is that it's unremarkable.

The city lord of Mayflower City did not just lie down and collect taxes like the former Sakaz nobles whose territory was not in a good position - the Kazdare First Empire did not like this either. Laplace was much stricter than expected. And it will become more and more strict.

The city owner, who was so worried about his political achievements and the happiness of the residents that his hair almost fell out, finally came up with a good idea:

Now that Mayflower City is unremarkable, can we use it as a blank sheet of paper to draw on at will?

The inspiration exploded like a crude Originium bomb that removed the core of fire during the civil war. The new city lord used the Laplace official website to invite the Sakaz people who had wandered and returned to Terra, and invited them to the Mayflower. Design architectural styles across Terra based on memories.

The generous remuneration and generous contribution points attracted many Sakaz people who were a little confused after returning to Kazdale. They arrived at the Mayflower enthusiastically and received the same warm reception:

The city lord personally welcomed him, and he received half of the contribution points and rewards in advance, a comfortable and relaxing environment that allowed the Sakaz people who were wandering around not long ago to let go of their tension...

May Flower City has rapidly developed many characteristic buildings from all over the world.

"Is that why there are so many special buildings here?"

Thearesia's mood rarely improved. She looked at the rows of Yanguo bamboo buildings in front of her, and was attracted by the intricately carved mortises and carvings:

"The architects have worked really hard to restore it, here, here, and here!" She pointed to the hidden corners of the bamboo building and praised the carved patterns:

"These are all reliefs that can only be carved by those who are proficient in Yanguo culture~ I remember that many of the patterns have to match the orientation and building materials, but I didn't expect them to remember them all!"

"This is because the Lord of Mayflower City specially invited people from various countries to send back the original structure of the building."

The blue-haired cat explained with a smile, his blue eyes not covered by the white eyepatch looking at the Yanguo pattern pointed out by Theresia, full of smiles.

Chapter 167 Dear Miss Theresia ([-])

"Huh - Kazdaele has really changed a lot."

Theresia threw herself on the bed inside the Yanguo-style hotel and rolled around in enjoyment.

At this moment, both she and Leisan arrived at the hotel they had just booked. Theresia laid herself down on the soft bed tiredly, while Leisanla looked at the Mayflower City through the single-sided window. I lingered on the temple fair street.

"Is this really okay? Exposing yourself in such a private way to someone like me."

The Sakaz man in a suit and ties hurried over. He was very anxious. His shiny black hair was covered with sweat, shining brightly in the sun. Resandral searched for it in his memory, and soon he found it. I found out his identity from the information.

He is a member of the secretarial team of the Lord of Mayflower City, and is responsible for negotiating between the Mayflower City Government Affairs Office and popular local events. Now that I can see him, I think it is related to the upcoming Yanguo Style Kazdel Temple Fair.

——Leisan still remembers the budget report submitted to him by the new mayor of Mayflower. The temple fair is an event for Kazdaele’s traditional festival. It’s just that Yan Guo was selected by lottery this year and plans to hold it on this street. Maybe next year’s festival will be held in this street. The Mayflower event will be a Victorian-style Gothic Halloween style.

"Is there any need to hide it?"

Theresia also came over at some point, lying by the window looking at the hard-working secretary of the city lord, and softly asked Leisang.

"Maybe, maybe not, it all depends on your choice."

Leisang smiled and did not take Theresa's hint, but the change of title seemed to answer all the questions. Theresa narrowed her eyes and said with a smile:

"Indeed, many things actually depend on the final choice..."

"But I really didn't expect that Mr. Leisang would have paid attention to the Tower of Babel so early. To be honest... I was a little flattered."

She confessed with a bit of evil intention.

Raisan just smiled.

"Why are you here to educate the children? I thought Mr. Leisang would come as an exchange envoy or inspector, but I didn't expect that Mr. Leisang, who is so enthusiastic, would be Mr. Leisang, and the children would also ask Mr. Leisang for help. Eat candy.”

Miss White Devil sighed softly, her black eyes filled with the habitual sadness given by suffering, and asked Mr. Leisang with some regret.

"Because Rael is indeed a graduate of Alphonse First University, and he has indeed experienced the life of a temporary graduate student."

Lei San finally turned around. He glanced at Theresia, looking from her sparkling eyes to her pale lips, then turned around and left, pouring a pot of warm tea for Theresia.

"Here," he handed the turquoise warm tea to Theresia, watched her take the tea cup with her pale and slender fingers, sip it gently, and continued:

"I did live an ordinary life during these days. Resandral's life was about politics, war, and the future of thousands of Sakaz. One decision meant that Sakaz fate.

"Rael's life was like a young man who worked conscientiously in his studies. He was quite talented and could quickly read the materials recommended by the teacher. He was also willing to spend time collecting data with the teacher and spread the education business in Kazdaele.

"Participating in the Tower of Babel exchange was also because he was working on a paper. There is a paper "On How to Develop Basic Education in War Times" waiting to be published in the Kazdaele Education Journal. He came to Rhode Island to get first-hand information."

"So, everything is normal?" Theresa asked.

"Normal? It can't be said to be normal. In fact, part of the initial reason is to see what Rhode Island is like - in fact, when you arrived, there were many letters of advice appearing in Lei Sandral’s email address, some recommended me to win you over, and some recommended me to eradicate the relationship with the former royal family.”

"Of course, there are also those who plead for you and hope that you can be sent to the Kazdare border to fend for yourself. There are also those who will never enter Kazdare in this life."

Recalling the system mailbox that kept beeping in those days and had to be specially set to silent, Lei Sang shook his head with a helpless smile on his face.

"But my impression of the Tower of Babel only exists in my imagination - although there are many mercenaries who have been to the Tower of Babel and have cooperated with the Fifth Legion, their descriptions of the Tower of Babel are almost polarizing. Some People describe you as a saint of Terra, some curse you for forgetting the glory of Sakaz, and some are afraid of you, thinking that you can control the mind and are a source of complete danger."

Theresia's eyes darkened. She had known such an ending ever since she took over the responsibility of the Demon King. As her age and prestige increased, such voices became rare, but she heard thunder again. When Sandral mentioned it, Theresia was still a little sad unconsciously.

"This is one, and the second is my sister Ursa. She used the alias Ursa to kill the last remnants of Moonlight and Nightmare. After she came back, she told me that everything in the Tower of Babel was fine, and the operators were willing to reunite. Although your methods are average and your character is average, your ideals are very interesting. I suggest I observe you for a while."

"Ursa and I both know each other too well and can make the people she recommends not deviate from our ideals, so I asked Rael, who is experiencing the life of an Alphonse graduate, to appear on the third day of the Tower of Babel At the reception, come and see for yourself what kind of person Ursa finds Theresa to be very interesting.”

Chapter 168 Dear Miss Theresia

How joyful can a city be?

For Theresa, this was already an extremely distant term.

Kazdel lost his joy a long time ago. War is the mortal enemy of all celebrations. The gloom in Sakaz's heart is as dry and hot as a body with no fixed place.

Miss White Devil changed another set of clothes. She wore a suit with wolf ears that looked very much like the Luper tribe, covering her sharp black corners. She wore a small blue top hat tilted on the left side of her head. Laughing and wandering around the Mayflower City with Lysandral.

"Boss, I want this one. Happy holidays."

With a big smile, the blue-haired Feilin yelled at the Sakaz macho boss who was selling flowers and buying candied haws. With a cheerful look on his handsome face, he easily gained the favor of the Sakaz macho man.

"Okay! Here! Brother, your flowers and candies!"

The store manager, who was muscular and wore classic Sakaz macho clothing, handed Les Sandlar a bouquet of flowers, and then took out the best-looking Yanguo candied haws from the stand and handed it to Les Sandlar.

Theresia, who hugged Resandral's arm, turned her eyes away from the people coming and going further away in the temple. When she turned around, she saw that this Philin took out a bright red rose from the bouquet with a smile and took advantage of it. Unexpectedly, she gently pinned it on Theresia's braided hair.

!

Thearesia adjusted the position of her hair with some embarrassment, gently rubbed her slender fingers from the ends of her hair, and touched the delicate roses with her lips pursed.

"Thank you." She thanked him quietly.

"No need to say thank you. In fact, you should be very familiar with this day, Theresia."

Lei Sang waved his hand and said.

?

Thearesia looked puzzled. How could the festival of Kazdaele's First Empire have anything to do with her?

"About two or three hundred years ago, Sakaz struggled to survive under the leadership of the old emperor. The surrounding countries were watching eagerly. Kazdaele was in critical condition. The cruel old emperor squeezed labor to support his army. At that time, his daughter stood up Came out and organized my father’s endless greed.”

"I remember folklore said she said this..."

""Kazidel's army is enough. There is no need to let the children not see their fathers, the wives not to see their husbands, and the sons not to see their parents. Let the people live. ""

Theresia repeated to Lessandral with an extremely bitter look. Recalling that past, the princess was so bitter that she could not speak.

, with a hoarse voice filled with unconcealable disappointment.

"sorry Sorry sorry!!!"

There were tears in her eyes, and her whole body was shaking because of these words. There was something stuck in her throat, and she kept confessing hoarsely.

——The story behind this sentence continued in Kazdare for the remaining 200 years.

Neighboring countries seized the opportunity to raid Kazdale. The hometown that Sakaz had worked so hard to find was torn apart and destroyed with laughter by the bastards from other countries. All the good things in the past were burned to the ground, leaving Sakaz with only thousands of miles of barren land and no land. Crowded.

This is how the story of the Six Sakaz Heroes began. They led the Sakaz to bravely fight back against the invaders and regain the lost land. What kind of tacit understanding of twins were Theresia and Tresis at that time?

Sakaz once regarded the Six Heroes as the hope for revival.

Then, when everything was settled, estrangement and conspiracy once again wandered in the royal city of Kazdaele. The greed and stupidity of the royal court finally dragged Sakaz into the quagmire of war again, and the rupture between Theresia and Tresis started. After a hundred years of civil war, everything was burned and destroyed in the war.

Sometimes, Theresa also wondered if it would have been better not to suggest this to her father at that time and let Kazdaile just go on like that?

We have endured enough hardships in one era. Do we no longer have to endure these hardships in the future?

Guessing brings guilt, guilt cuts scars, war is the nourishment for scars, and the bleeding that comes and goes makes scars fester, and blood drips from Theresia's heart every day and every night.

She couldn't sleep, and every time she lay on the mattress for less than half an hour, Theresia would wake up from nightmares with heart-wrenching regret. During that time, she would vigorously admonish her father in the lost royal palace. The experience replays itself over and over again.

Am I the culprit?Was it because of my momentary kindness that Kazdaele got involved in the quagmire of the war?Do these fresh lives need not pass away?

Thearesia always thought this unconsciously every time she comforted the operators who were on the verge of mental collapse.

Was she making them so nervous and exhausted?Did she ruin the beautiful past?Could it be that... Theresa, this person, has made Kazdael trapped in misery forever and unable to escape?

Such a voice always appeared in her mind. With the use of Origin Stone skills, the voice became more and more frequent and tormenting, and eventually enveloped every inch of Theresia's free time.

Silent self-doubt gradually hatched, and ugly self-rejection grew step by step. In the darkest days, she hesitated whether to end her life and bring peace to the bloodthirsty Sakaz people.

"What are you sorry for? Today is a festival because the Sakaz people expressed their gratitude to the great man who spoke uprightly and righteously 300 years ago. Did you regret it later and plan to let the old emperor continue to exploit you?"

Lessandral's voice rang in her ears again. The clear voice clearly had a masculine deepness, but in Theresia's ears it was as clear as the buzzing bell of Yanguo's ancient temple, easily breaking the white clouds that enveloped her. The darkness and loneliness of Miss Devil.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

She looked at Lysandral in despair, the confusion in her eyes ready to come out. Lysandral's words were Theresia's last hope before she drowned. She grabbed Lysandral's arm, not caring that her beautiful breasts were pressed tightly against her. On his body, he asked almost pleadingly:

"This festival is, this festival is..."

"Didn't you see the banner on the gate of the temple? 'Peace Festival' is a festival spontaneously held by Sakaz in order to commemorate the princess who asked Kazdel to help her suffer. Because the time of the princess's remonstrance cannot be determined, from Kazda When Dell's army returned home, the Sakaz people finally used the princess's birthday as the date of Peace Festival."

Lei Sang hid his hand behind his back, and when he took it out again, a small, delicate cake appeared in the blue cat's hand.

It looked a little small, but Resandral could hold it in one hand.

But this in no way proves that this cake is of little value:

Finely chopped, beautiful chocolate chips are sprinkled on the upper layer of blue background. Even if it is blocked by a transparent shell, the taste of blueberry jam is bright and dripping with the shiny juice.

There are three small cream dolls placed on the small cream cake layer. The pastry chef used dexterous techniques to draw distinct layers of clothing and logos, allowing those who know the inside story to recognize the three little dolls at the first sight. Who does it mean:

The little doll on the left is wearing a thick windbreaker. The gloomy painting style and the frail and thin figure are so obvious at first glance. The first thing Theresia saw was that she thought of the doctor who had left.

The little puppet on the right is a strange film. The pastry chef used a lot of green apple pulp in a weird way to make a big cat with green hair come alive. It is worth mentioning that the cat has a world-weary face. She really looks exactly like a certain lynx lady.

As for the little doll in the middle...

Theresia covered the lower half of her face with her hands, and couldn't help but smile on her face that was about to cry.

Two short black pointed horns, a skirt made of cream and a black border with chocolate sauce, who else could it be but herself?

"Happy birthday, Miss Theresia."

Lei San took Theresia's soft little hand and placed the small cake in her palm.

Chapter 169 Dear Miss Theresia (End)

"..."

"..."

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"Ah woo, ah woo—"

Amazing

, soft swallowing sounds gradually became clearer in the street where the crowds gradually became sparse, Leisang and Theresia stopped at the end of the temple corner on Yanguo Street.

He took her to the brightly lit Yanguofeng Hotel, took Theresa up to the second floor, opened the room where the two of them shared, and took Miss White Devil to the balcony, lying on the railing and looking at the bright Fireworks fly up into the quiet sky, intertwining with the fleeting ephemeral flowers in the night.

"It's beautiful."

he said suddenly.

Theresia stopped quietly swallowing the cake. She blushed quietly and glanced at Leisang secretly, a little shyly.

He seemed to be looking at her, and he seemed to be looking beyond her at the fireworks in the sky. He didn't know whether the praise in his mouth was directed at the beauty or the beautiful scenery.

"..."

Theresia glanced at him again, but still couldn't get an accurate idea. Finally, the princess took the remaining cake in her hand and cut it out specifically looking for the unbitten part, and handed it to Lei San: