"Reward?" Borena narrowed.

That's not because it's his duty to do everything in his power to protect the city. So......

“...... What are you going to do?" he asked curiously.

"It's not about you. Croefler withdrew the little gold ornament on the table, and replied coldly, not bothering to look at him.

"How can it have nothing to do with me?" asked Borena in a pretended seriousness, "I am the king of Anktan. ”

"If you really think of yourself as a king, you won't sneak out here. Croiffler snorted, even in front of his subordinates, not giving His Majesty the King the slightest good look, "Do you think that the people of the Grean family will not take advantage of your absence to send the little prince who is under their 'protection' to the throne...... Or just can't wait for them to do it?"

Bellingarian had returned to the limestone with Sergio not long ago, which had finally put an end to Anktan's brief turmoil. However, it is said that the Greans secretly controlled a powerful and dangerous mercenary army...... To many, that meant another upheaval in the near future, or even the one that more people were looking forward to.

Borena really isn't worried about this. But he also can't deny that he does have such thoughts. His eyes wandered, looking left and right, and it took a few moments before he scratched his beard in embarrassment.

"You dare to leave Llewellyn at such a time, of course, you are prepared for everything. He said, "It doesn't matter if I'm there or not...... And, I got the news that the night Sidney's light shot into the sky, Sergio cried. ”

The boy, who had lost his soul and had been in a state of confusion all day, suddenly woke up that night and burst into tears.

"I need to know what the hell is going on. He said, "Maybe he can recover......

Failing to protect Sercio has always haunted him. And, once Sergio was able to regain his senses, he would have a better reason to leave behind the responsibilities he didn't want to carry and live as freely as he had before.

This man has no intention of taking his wife and daughter with him even today.

Croefler looked at him, suddenly a little disheartened, but he didn't reveal his disappointment.

He actually didn't have the power to be disappointed, and in the end, it was he who used Borena for his own benefit. Although what Borena has today is what many people dream of, if he doesn't want it anyway...... Why should he force it?

"You can stay here. "But it's better to stay there." You can watch it, you can listen to it...... You can ask, but if you dare to run around without my permission, I don't mind being the true master of Blackcastle. ”

Even his most loyal subordinates could not help but change their faces slightly at this war-stirring phrase, but His Majesty did not care about such a threat.

"So," he leaned forward in high spirits, "what are you going to do?"

His face was brightly smeared, "You said I could ask."

Croefler tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Do you have to answer me if you ask?"

He didn't say yes.

At least on the surface, it was clear what Kroefler was doing, and in less than a day, he quickly emptied the orc treasure found in the dwarven mines, causing multiple collapses and forcing the entire pit to be sealed.

The news spread throughout Balach in an instant. While the people were caught off guard and talking with all kinds of doubts and surprises, Croeffler dropped another piece of news: he had received a revelation from Andukh that this year's cobblestone festival would be brought forward. The high priest of Anduch testifies that the time is set for tomorrow night. Because under the inspiration of God, the lord of the city, who had always been stingy, made a windfall...... Whoever went with him to the cobblestone sacrifice would receive a much richer gift than in previous years.

Although there are still doubts or other plans, it is no surprise that the whole city is instantly plunged into a carnival.

The Cobblestone Festival is a festival unique to Balach. At the foot of Mount Gayard, half a day's journey from the city of Balach, there was a huge boulder that looked like it had been polished, a small half of which had sunk into the ground, and the exposed half was painted with various mysterious patterns. Some people say that it is the remains of giants, but many more believe that it is a miracle of Anduhe, the god of the mountains. Whatever the truth, for the Balachs, the Cobblestone Festival is an annual feast of family and family, where they can enjoy a rare feast and a night of singing and dancing in addition to the blessings of the gods. If you're lucky, you can even get a lot of money.

Commoners flocked to it, but nobles and merchants flocked to it. Like Llewellyn's grand Trine Day, it was already an honor to be around the Lord and the High Priest.

As far as Borena knows, this is not the case with the ancient cobblestone festival...... It's just that more than a hundred years ago, a certain city lord used this to win people's hearts and use the way of dispersing wealth to force his not very stable rule for two generations. With the silent support of the Temple of Anduhe, his successors were left to his own devices.

Even what he knew, of course it was impossible for Croiffler not to know that he had just followed the rules at the last cobblestone festival, and now he didn't need to win people's hearts.

He just needs to get as many people out of Balach as possible without causing any panic.

But is that all he does?...... Borena wouldn't believe it.

Watching the joyous crowd flock to the gates from the tower, eager to get to a good spot near Cobblestone, Borena smiled silently and turned his gaze to the other side of the city.

The crystal spire of the Blanti Library, glittering in the sunlight.

Elicrofler may know everything, but Borena de Juri, the former ruler of the Kuz estuary, is not so bad.

Copas, who got the news, was speechless for a while.

Of course he knew about the Cobblestone Sacrifice. This festival is usually held in late summer and early autumn, when the autumn wind first rises, and in fact it is a festival to pray for a good harvest, a safe and prosperous life, and ordinary people always ask for nothing more than that.

The specific time of the ritual was always agreed between the temple of Anduhe and the lord of the city, nominally the high priest needed to ask the gods of the mountains about the will, but in fact, the two sides restrained each other in a certain way, and it became a habit over time.

But in any case, the timing was a bit too coincidental...... He couldn't ask Scott if he had revealed anything to Elicroflor or the cunning old man in the temple of Andukh.

He could only implicitly remind Scott: "We still need sacrifices. ”

If not the entire city, at least it's precious.

"We'll have it. Scott replied.

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