Tyran walks down the street...... Of course, he didn't leave the Hearthvale, and the little girl Mograine's men watched over him day and night, and even if he stopped to look up at the sky at this moment, several people behind him would also stop...... After refusing to cooperate, he was placed under house arrest.

Said to be under house arrest, he was still able to move freely within the city walls, and he never considered the strength of the restrictions, and occasionally when he approached the city walls, he would silently turn back.

By now, he has long accepted his changes, although he has never thought of escaping, but he has no intention of cooperating, and sometimes he has the idea of leaving, but he does not know where he can go - will the father who upholds the belief in justice in the depths of his memory accept him as he is now? Even if he does, how will he spend the rest of his long life?

He also runs away from himself, but not always, and he has realized that those who spy on his red eyes at night are probably the only place he will end up in this life.

Tyran reached into his pocket and touched two small bottles, the cold touch making it difficult for him to calm down...... Resisting his instinctive impulses, he drove his fingers around the two small bottles, which were refilled every week and kept in his drawer, and pulled out a few silver coins and handed them to the merchant, who exchanged them for a small bag of sugar.

As the snow grew heavier, he stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, and put the rest of his care into his cloak, and Loria had relented to ask him for a position such as vase advisor, but he refused, and the girl was not a weak person, and immediately collected the rent from him, who lived in the castle...... The duke, who had once been wealthy, was now unemployed at home, living on the scarce savings of the past.

He had no complaints, and although the shops in this short street market were scarce and the prices were extremely high, it was good to be able to buy some candy to eat compared to the past when there was no way to buy anything under Ethanlion's rule.

On the way back to the castle, there were busy soldiers who stopped to salute him, these were the people of Hearthvale past, and whenever he stopped and nodded slightly, the soldiers would leave in a hurry, their faces still full of tiredness, but this tiredness was physical and mental, not engraved on the soul as it had been in the past.

He could easily get to know the recent situation from the soldiers of the Hearthvale, and at first it was a mass trial, and those who had insulted their fellow citizens were inscribed with indelibible charges on their bodies, and all of them were thrown into cannon fodder units or heavy labor camps, some cheered and some mourned, and they hailed that the past evils had been liquidated, and that there was still no bright future, and they often got together to talk about something in a low voice, and even passed notes to him from time to time, hoping that he would become the leader of the rebellion.

Although Tyran didn't plan to cooperate, he didn't want to make trouble for himself or others, and gradually, people became familiar with him from time to time, complaining less, and no one planned to start trouble with him...... One day, their faces glowed, and they were re-armed and assigned to patrol and go south to sweep the undead...... The trust of the invaders was rewarded, and even more exciting was the acquisition of a distant fief - a small area on a distant island, supposedly large enough to grow barely enough food and vegetables, but of great significance.

When a few people who had the good fortune to take a leave of absence and experience the fabled island first-hand returned, envy and a terrifying power that had never been seen before swept over everything - life was not hopeless, and that a happy old age and a small fortune could be obtained with enough effort.

Laziness replaced lack of piety as the most despised shortcoming, and even after more than half the day's hard work, the soldiers continued to scramble for every job posted on the bulletin board of the former town council - just to earn a small amount of money and so-called points...... This strange invention is so unreliable that it is written on a small card, which can neither be eaten nor used, but is said to be exchanged for vacation and land.

Since then, the Valley of the Hearth has become the busiest corner of the world, and who still tosses and turns every night and can't sleep worrying about whether the girl in power will suddenly go crazy tomorrow and instruct her men to slaughter dissidents?

To be fair, Loria Mograini is indeed a wise ruler who uses profit over fear to drive people, and except for conflicts with people when she queues for candy in the middle of the night, she has always been rarely seen by people, even to the point of forgetting that there is a ruler in this city.

The Valley of the Hearths is gradually coming back to life, and instead of the procurators who choose to eat people, the streets are filled with busy soldiers, caravans carrying scarce goods from the far west of the mountains, and priests standing on street corners to preach the New Deal, and almost every day you can see old buildings being renovated, and the boundaries of people's actions are no longer in the hands of the Holy Light or the Prosecutor, but the laws carved into the slate, and as long as you don't violate them, no one cares what you do.

Sometimes Tyran fears that everyone is so busy with their own selfish interests that they will give the undead a chance, and even forget the hatred and great ambitions of mankind - and then he will laugh dumbly, there is no such thing as perfection, the shadow of depravity still hangs over every soul, but many things have begun to get better.

Because of these good changes, he sometimes never contradicted the pastors who were pursuing new policies in his name...... If his fame and credibility are still of some use, let them be used for good.

I wonder if Tyran Fording thought that he was being used, or even helped the occupying forces in disguise, perhaps he realized it, but just acquiesced.

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Winter has arrived, and there is not even enough wood and charcoal for heating.

The passage through the mountains had to be repaired as soon as possible, the narrow areas had to be widened, the dangerous places had to be fortified, and the natural caves had to be transformed into supply stations along the way...... It doesn't matter how much money and manpower is spent, it's the key road to connect the mainland with the Hearthvale.

Really, really not because of my greed for material comforts...... In numerous letters, Loria urged the Abbey to send more supplies, and after months of testing, she sent the more reliable Hearthvale soldiers to the Abbey, and summoned Anne's circled thorn to watch over in her own eyes.

She also had plans to build a well-fortified fortification at the southern end of the valley in the winter, so that she could spare her hands to cultivate a large area of land north of the valley in the spring.

A picture of future prosperity is constantly being revised, and little by little, it becomes a reality.

By the way, the pragmatic she already has little hope of stealing Lordaeron's throne. (To be continued.) )