After the war, he rushed to deal with the affairs of Moonshadow Island and Luskan one after another, and after half a month, when he returned to Minastiris, it was just in time for the annual Midwinter Festival, which is the winter feast that has been passed down from Cormier to the present.

On this day, the lords would hold this feast before the end of the year to make alliances and renew covenants with other lords and exchange gifts.

In this regard, the three lords of the Northlands have undoubtedly had a golden year that is rare in a thousand years——— they have just divided a piece of the grand cake, and what could be more exciting and pleasant to give?

For the civilians of Minas Stirris, since the White City entered the track of steady development, the difficult 'dead winter days' of the past seem to have become a long memory.

Because first of all, as long as they stay indoors, they don't feel cold at all, and even a little hot.

At this time, some outsiders may be full of question marks.

This has to be attributed to a pipeline leak accident that occurred in the smelting area of the dark region in the early years:

Due to the growing scale of the ore smelting and metal casting industry in the underground city of Zeelandia, which is located below the White City, the problem of exhaust gas emissions in the dark area has not been solved for a long time, and there have even been cases of people being poisoned due to leakage of exhaust pipes.

The most magical thing is that there is also a thrill-seeking drow elf actually collects this waste gas to purify and mix it into the energy elixir, and the result is too strong, and the person almost ascends to heaven directly because of heavy metal poisoning, oh, go to hell, anyway, the person is rescued, and was imprisoned for a period of time for violating the crime of making controlled items, and then after recovery, he will tremble uncontrollably from time to time, and scatter the benefactor of bewilderment.

Later, the matter stabbed to the magic research institute, at first the mages were still a little confused, but then a mage ate too much fathead fish, put a stinky fart in the laboratory that was not inferior to the reaction power of the spell casting material, and almost didn't let himself and the apprentice go to see Mystra on the spot, which triggered the air purification and exhaust system in the laboratory...

The dead and alive mage suddenly slapped his head, isn't this the problem of the big number one poisonous gas channeling, if you can't digest it in the dark area, you can line it up on the ground! The ready-made North Tunnel is there, just add some pipes.

And this attention of pat on the head was quickly approved by Director Igge, and it was optimized:

The geothermal energy of the smelter will be used together to make a heating pipeline system, and the surface Minas will be introduced to make a supporting absorption heat pump heating system.

The entire seemingly vast urban infrastructure project was completed at the end of that year, and it also made the civilians of Minastiris families feel the first warmth from the harsh winter.

At the same time, it also made the participants deeply feel how necessary and forward-looking it was for the lords to reserve sufficient pipes when they built the sewer infrastructure.

If the underfloor heating system of Minas solved the problem of winter heating in the city, then the eternal wilderness on the east bank of the Seburing River was transformed into fertile fields and natural fishing grounds, which completely eliminated the problem of hunger among the common people.

It allowed the people of Zeellandia to buy full-bodied food at the cheapest cost, and some even joked that it was probably the easiest city to live in all of Correll.

Due to the rapid development of the city, there has been a labor shortage for several years, so that people without any skills, even if they sell their physical strength to work part-time, can save some money and even live for three days without a survival crisis.

It's just that very few people do.

Because only when people can't see the road ahead clearly and there is no hope, will they be aimless and become a walking dead without ideals.

As long as you live in the ever-changing White City, you can often hear such a sentence:

Minastiris is like a steam locomotive speeding around the tracks, and if you get off the train and pee on the way, you will be ruthlessly left behind.

There are too many opportunities for the White City to make money, and the myths of wealth creation by various low-level people through various channels can be heard in various taverns every day, and various constantly updated versions can be heard:

In these years, even if he is a bard, he doesn't make up new stories with flowers, and he still eats that story for a few years, even the commoners don't buy it much.

It is precisely because of this that the people of the entire city have long been looking forward to this well-known and even more powerful Moon Sea War.

Now, their warriors of Zelandia have triumphantly triumphed!

After receiving the news that the lord of the city was about to return to the city with his legions, the streets of Minas Stirris, which were still dark in the morning, were already crowded with excited and uncontrollable subjects.

In order to prevent agitated subjects from blocking the streets, Wren the Minotaur and Sgard, the shield warrior, who had been promoted to the rank of administrator of the city-state, had to organize people in advance to arrange their subjects on both sides of the street.

In this way, people wore fur coats and waited in the cold wind until the sunrise in the early morning.

As the first rays of morning light rose from the sky fell on the palates of the people, the majestic and solemn army slowly appeared on the northern horizon and came to the towering gates of Minas Stirris.

"Zelandia, we are back with victory and peace. ”

Levi's long-lost greeting completely ignited the enthusiasm of Zeellandia's subjects, and also made the silent White City seem to boil.

All the subjects spontaneously clenched their fists and beat their chests, looking up at the silver dragon city lord who was becoming more dazzling and holy in the sunlight with a look of worship and fanaticism.

"Levi's crown!" this is most normal people.

"Zeellandia !!" this is the fanatical city-state nationalists who are on the rise.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to have a dragon cub with you!" these are some admirers of young girls with a watty head.

What makes many subjects embarrassed is that the vast majority of these people are fierce and bold technical practitioners.

Among them, there are some drow elves who have completely turned their backs on the dark regions and looked to the light.

Levi, who was at the forefront of the line, simply stopped after shouting, with an embarrassed but elegant smile on his face, but in his heart was the bloody head of the bastards who were the planners of the triumphal ceremony.

He knew he shouldn't believe in the evil of these bastards!

Say that you must return to Zelandia in the form of a silver dragon in order to show the majesty of a dragon lord.

But it's also triumphant, you can fly back in the cold wind and snow yourself, the domineering spirit of being a dragon is there, but it's too gloomy.

Moreover, he is a city lord who flies so fast, can't the people behind him run on the ground with him? It's too shameful and decent!

Could it be that let him climb on the street on all fours with a silver dragon?

It's like a group of people slaying a dragon and returning.

Levi was used to walking on two limbs, but he had a cloaca exposed in broad daylight... Well, a bit of elegance has been lost.

And I am afraid that his rising capital will make the already fanatical and well-headed girl worshippers completely out of control, vying to emulate the Tang monk and apprentice of Blue Star.

Neither does flying, nor does walking... The last group of 'loyal' subordinates who are eager to pat the dragon's fart pat their heads, then lift up!

It's also fortunate that Zelandia has developed the Iron Golem, otherwise Levi wonders if he is a big ass and sits to death these courtiers.

So the final way of triumph was that Fischer and a group of war wizards used hundreds of tons of gold and some other metals scavenged from the Luskan treasury to melt into an unprecedentedly large golden dragon chariot, on which there were all kinds of gems that made people blind at a glance, including various spell-casting material gems.

In order for the city lord who has slept in the gilded dragon's nest for half a century, this group of dragon dependents can be regarded as letting go...

Whoever dares to stop our city lord from pretending to be forced, let's discount his legs together!

And such a big and heavy dragon chariot, even if all the dragon knights go up together, they have to lie down, so they can only let the more than 300 steel golems that are still in good condition carry them away.

Originally, the Iron Golem had a good and smoother track travel pattern.

They shook their heads in unison and said no!

Only when the steel golem walks in unison and the metal feet roar on the ground can the shocking effect be reflected!

So the result...

Well, the shock effect was there, and almost all of Zelandia's subjects were almost blinded by the dazzling and luxurious golden dragon chariot, and their ears were almost shaken by the sound of the earth shaking and stomping on the ground.

What made Levi feel most embarrassed was that in order to prevent the displacement of the center of gravity from causing the dragon chariot to overturn, he still had to lie motionless on the golden chariot, like a lucky cat.

Maybe Levi didn't even realize it at the moment.

In addition to himself, in the eyes of the people of the entire Zelandia and even the Northlands, this glorious silver dragon city lord is not a living dragon of fortune!

Someone has summed up a pattern, that is, whenever the lord of the city returns, it will always bring a huge amount of wealth and money to the city-state.

Just like the city-state's magical engine, every roar makes the entire city-state explode at an eye-shattering speed.

There was a sudden itching on the top of his head, and Levi instinctively stretched out his paws, and bright rose petals fell on his palm, exuding a faint fragrance.

When he looked up, he saw that Dabai was leading the griffin knights with his younger siblings to brave the cold wind, spilling rose petals from the south from the sky, looking very happy, but he seemed to remember the advice of his mother Bethena that the day of the celebration should not be noisy, so every time he opened his mouth to roar twice, he swallowed it back alive, as if he couldn't help yawning.

This comical scene made Levi, who was still a little annoyed, laugh, and he slowly clenched his claws, and looked around at the people with burning eyes and excited expressions.

At that moment, Li Wei's eyes were slightly dazed, and he suddenly felt that he didn't reject such a triumphant style, and even faintly felt that his hard work seemed to be worth the fare.

This... It's the human heart.

Zeelandia, the human heart is available.

In this way, in the face of unknown risks and crises in the future, there will be people who are willing to stand up for the protection of this city-state, this homeland, and even he, the city lord who is still competent in some aspects, and do his best, not afraid of life and death...

Behind the beautiful Silver Dragon Lord is a group of Luskan war criminals who are escorted one-on-one by the dragon knights.

In addition to Akerim and Retna, who fled and disappeared, the Lord of the North Tower, the Lord of the West Tower, and the Confusing Mage Sur Jack, who died in the war, and the other surviving or surrendered Tyre, Balam, Kuth, the Lord of the East Tower, Rimardo, and the Lord of the South Tower, Arabes, are all on the list.

Looking at the legends who were high up in the past, they were reduced to prisoners who were escorted slowly in the snow, and the shock was also indescribable.

Especially for those who come to Minas for all kinds of purposes.

Among them was the Marquise of Mirabah, Lestur Lauym, who looked at her daughter who had finally sent herself into this situation with arrogance and rebellion.

Compared to Arabes, who was still unwilling to bow to his mother as a war criminal, and Baram, who was reluctant to look up because of his pride being shattered, Rimardo, and the old warrior Kuth with a defeated expression, only the arcanist Tyr and his expression remained a little angry.

The reason why Tyre Wood was able to see it was because he had anticipated this day from the beginning of Aklem's early start of this crazy war.

Since he had blatantly disobeyed Aklem's orders to lead the army back to Luskan, and had surrendered halfway, he might not have been sent directly to the gallows.

For the Arcanist, as long as he doesn't die, then... Anything is possible in the future.

He could see that this was a city-state that was countless times more dazzling than Luskan.

And he'd heard that Zeellandia had a magical research institute at the forefront of the Northlands, and was eager for anyone with lofty ideals to join.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the diamond golems leading a group of steel golems on the flanks in front of him.

The driver inside is none other than Blasca, who became famous in the Battle of Luskan...

Blasca isn't even a legend.

Perhaps, through his arcane knowledge, he can completely fight poverty for himself and his family... Fight for something...

Just like Blasca.

Speaking of which, the reason why Brasca was able to become the lord of Sita back then was personally nominated by him Tyre, and with the consensus on the arcane, the relationship was once good.

Looking at the back of the diamond golem, Tyre couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly:

'Old friend, for the sake of my introduction to you, you won't... To leave somebody in the lurch... Bar...'

Under the snow and flowers, no one knows what Tyre is thinking, and no one cares about the thoughts of a prisoner.

All the attention was on the triumph of the lord and the war dividends that would come from this victory over Luskan.

Not to mention anything else, the loot brought back by the Zelandia warriors this time is probably a heart-stopping astronomical amount.

There are even many wealthy merchants from the Northland from the Silver Moon Federation and Jishui City with dog legs and their daughters masked with scarves, staring at the rows of dragon knights who walked in front of them with bright eyes, as long as their daughters take a fancy to which, when this triumphal ceremony is over, they will bring and tie up the knight... I'm afraid it can't be tied up.

It is said that these dragon knights can beat them alone, and they can lure them with all their belongings!

As long as you are willing to marry, the entire Chamber of Commerce will be yours in the future!

But just when people thought that this ceremony was about to end and they were eager to try, Levi, who had come to the top of the Seventh City, took a deep breath and said in a deep voice to the general public:

"Now, it's time to welcome back our heroes. ”

As people turned their heads to look at each other, they saw that at some point, a group of dragon knights personally carried a solemn coffin and slowly stepped into the city-state.

This group of heroic souls who died in battle also returned to their hometown along with their comrades.

The red petals mixed with the white snowflakes fell on the black coffin with gold trim, as if the boundary between life and death had been broken at this moment.

For a while, the originally noisy White City was completely silent, and only the reckless and sad wind was left.

I don't know who took the lead first.

The crowd knelt down on one knee like wheat in the wind, and greeted the silent spirits with this highest courtesy.