Duchy of Ansendil. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Camante is a unique black city, and such a city always has a special expression, for example, in such a position, it expresses the incomparable insignificance of "being in the corner of the city by the lake", and in the eyes of the visitor, it expresses the incomparably great feeling of the outsider "when he is infatuated with someone who lives here".

"Oh my God, it's so cool here!" At this time, a black carriage stopped at the door of Camante, someone was respectfully surrounding the carriage, and a girl poked her head out of the carriage, and her life in the Aesop Forest made her feel extremely boring, and when she finally saw this unique city, she couldn't help but express her praise.

Although she saw only a corner in the distance, Daisy's words were full of impatience.

"The kingdom of Luther was so big that it always made people feel insecure. Daisy added.

"Really?" At this moment, an elegant and gentle voice sounded, the voice belonged to Ed, and he seemed to have a smile on his face that he had never had before, which made Daisy who looked back at him feel surprised and delighted - although Ed usually smiled, it would definitely not be the smile he is now, and Daisy who often observed him could feel the difference.

"When...... Of course!" said Daisy nodded, her heart filled with great joy, which seemed to her to be a precious twist.

Daisy once again set her sights on the city called Carmante, and suddenly she was looking forward to what was going to happen - she had no plans to return to the damn kingdom of Luther.

When Ed saw Daisy like this, he just lowered his head as usual and continued to read his book, and before he could concentrate on it, he thought of something and smiled again.

Will Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Kingdom of Luther be looking forward to what will happen next......?

It's a word that can't help but destroy, anticipation - because it's hopeful.

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Lawler Siris comes from the family of Silis, a family with whom any lord of Shevrin is said to have a good relationship, but this is not a large family in the traditional sense, but rather an ordinary one.

The family's mansion was in the village near Hurrington—at the end of the village—in the sense that they were in contact with the lord of Shevrin on behalf of the entire village, and it was evident that this was not a job that anyone could do.

There were many such families between the nobles and the commoners in the territory of Shevrin, and they deserved respect, because only in Shevrin did there be such a profession, which could be used to defend the interests of some commoners, but in these ten years, this kind of respect that should be expected has often been neglected.

Because there are no more lords.

The village where the Celes family lived was no different from other villages, with dirt roads, simple houses, and people busy farming all year round, for whom Rose May was something to look forward to and full of despair, because in Rose May they did not have to continue to do the hard work, but on the other hand, if the harvest was not good, they had to spend these days in fear.

When Fitney and Dick arrived, preparations were being made for the May of the Roses.

Lawlor Siris lived in the largest house at the end of the village.

She walked forward with Dick, she didn't walk fast, she seemed to have a bit of a walk, and out of the corner of her eye, she casually glanced at the civilians who walked past her.

Their faces were filled with subconscious sorrow, they could not speak or change their expressions when greeting other civilians, women did not dress themselves, their hair was simply braided, and their withered yellow faces were full of disappointment for the moment.

The occasional sound was the footsteps of people, the invective of stepping on puddles.

"Unbelievable. Fitney stepped forward and said.

Dick didn't know how to answer.

He didn't know exactly what Fitney was referring to, but subconsciously, Dick felt that Fitney didn't care about the lives of civilians.

"This is the life of the people of the villages of the Kingdom of Luther, although it is not uncommon for the Shavrin realm to be unmanaged, but ...... It's complicated, isn't it? Fitney continued.

What Fitney meant was already clear.

She could sense the suffering of these civilians, who were not the civilians in Dryden who liked to mix and socialize, but who were the real representatives of the civilians.

It's the same civilians that Greid cares about.

In Fitney's mind, the lack of sufficient technology to control the situation, the lack of an opportunity to complain to the people who matter, the lack of hope for life, and the fact that there is no other option - all this can easily lead civilians to despair and lose everything without hope.

Or rebel.

Fitney swept past the civilians, most of them with helplessness in their eyes, but some with hatred in their eyes—though faint, they probably couldn't tell the difference between such emotions and others.

"Hello. Fitney called out to a civilian.

He looked at Fitney blankly, his busyness made him want to keep going, but the aura that Fitney exuded—or what the commoners called aristocratic aura—had made them subconsciously respect Fitney.

"Who sent the tax collectors here? Fitney asked directly.

"Yes...... "......The commoner answered this question, and seemed to have a strong fear of the tax collector, so he did not dare to go any further.

"Oh, he taxes you as much as he pleases, but Mr. Lawler doesn't care?" said Fitney.

"No...... Mr. Lawlor...... He ...... "The civilians shook their heads desperately, or because they were too frightened to continue, "My lord, spare me, I have to prepare food ......"

His humble appearance stunned Fitney, and the civilian took advantage of this opportunity to run away and leave, leaving Fitney standing a little dazed.

Others saw the scene, but they seemed accustomed to it, and had no intention of standing up for the escapee, and they quickly "fled" as soon as Fitney looked like he was going to get close to them as he walked forward.

Fitney couldn't figure it all out, and didn't intend to figure it out on them.

At last, when they came to Lawler's mansion, they saw a man come out of the mansion - it was a man with a gloomy and ugly face, an ordinary face, wearing a white shirt and his coat, hurrying out of this house, which made Fitnay feel like someone he had ever seen.

When he arrived at the mansion, he saw that through the white walls, he saw that the flower beds stretched to the sides of the door—rather the land of a small farm, with all kinds of flowers and plants.

"May I ask ......" At this moment, Fitney heard an inquiring voice.