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Osstar City, Osstar Port, a lively and noisy city, a crowd surging.

When was the last time there was such a lively and prosperous scene? In a hastily erected grandstand, Governor of the Port Roynala was very emotional. He has managed one of the largest ports on the West Coast for more than a decade, and he has poured not only energy but also emotion into it, and he is certainly 120,000 willing to see the city come back to life and prosperity.

It's just that there's a bit of a different atmosphere behind it than before. He was surrounded by representatives of the Council of Mages, some of whom were important members of the family, such as Baron Atokin, the temporary head of his Rothschild family, and some of whom had just sent a family member to watch the ceremony, but at least it showed their approval.

On the other side, there were people from the major temples and churches, the high priest of the Temple of Sunlight and the Guardian Hand actually came to the scene in person, as well as several Templar knights, this posture was much grander than that of the nobles. The most important thing is that the relationship between the two sides is not too harmonious, but now they are standing together, which is rare in the past. And Roynala knows that the hidden charm behind it is very complicated, and even he can't taste it quickly when he is in it.

The residents who stood elsewhere didn't have that much in mind, they just came to see the excitement, and they were simply happy that Osstar City was in its previous state. At the moment, their attention was focused on the water in the harbor.

On the largest berth in the harbor, a small island with a diameter of 100 meters is slowly moving in, it is the dwarve's exclusive floating island warship, although this is only one of the smaller ones, and the size is far larger than any other ship. Only a large berth port like Ossing City, which has been specially opened for them, can allow such a behemoth to 'float' in with dignity, instead of savagely using the earth elemental magic to directly change the terrain to land. Every time those short barbarians came like that, it was a devastating disaster to the terrain on the shore.

For ordinary people, the last time they saw a floating island ship was a long time ago, and this time it was no longer the noisy and smelly barbarian dwarfs who gathered on it, but a neat group of well-dressed and eccentric Westerners.

"Welcome back! It's a pleasure to see you again!"

"Yes, welcome back, damn Westerner, I thought my account would never come back. ”

"Why do you want these unbelievers to come back? Isn't that the mess they made with the cultists last time enough?"

"Oh, it's not like that. Didn't you listen to the clarification notice issued by the adults of the Guardian Hand? Those cultists were created by a group of evil mages with ulterior motives, and those Westerners were also deceived and deceived by them. Didn't you see that High Priest Morning was there too?"

"Anyway, those Westerners are generally good. Without their chambers of commerce and labor, the city is really not as lively as it used to be, and my business is not as good as it used to be. ”

It is inevitable that there will be some yin and yang murmurs in the shouts below, but on the whole, the inhabitants of Osstar City welcome and approve of the return of the Westerners, of course, the main reason is that the Westerners have admitted all their previous debts and declared that they are willing to compensate them for all the losses they have caused in the turmoil.

In addition, the procession of envoys on the edge of the pier who also wore strange dresses and lined up in strange queues was generally just curious.

"What's the matter with those Westerners? I heard that they are the envoys of the Western Continent Empire?"

"They seem to have a festival? Doesn't it mean that Westerners are unbelievers?"

"It seems that the Westerners were able to come back also because their legations persuaded the old men of the parliament to pardon them. ”

"Don't you know? Some time ago, the gang in the port was destroyed by the mages in this envoy group, and the foreign mages who manipulated the cultists were also repelled by them. ”

"Oh, I know, the entire Lucky Bunnyfoot Chamber of Commerce has been torn to pieces, and half a block has been destroyed. Someone saw a huge golem, much more hideous than the iron bumps used by the Northern Legion. Those evil alien mages must have planned some great conspiracy......"

“... Are those Westerners so powerful?That's why the council lords pardoned those Westerners?Anyway, it's a good thing that Ossing City can return to its original state......"

Listening to the constant discussion of some residents not far below, Roynala couldn't help but sigh, the simplicity of the so-called ignorant people is like this, which makes people feel ridiculous and at the same time can't help but be a little envious, envy that they can live in such a simple world.

"What are you sighing for, Lord Governor, wouldn't it be good to regain your seat?" asked the young priest beside Roynala, yawning. "It's really boring to have to sit here and watch those Westerners sing. ”

"Of course not, Master Peter. Roynara looked at the young priest, Priest Peter, who had come to watch the ceremony on behalf of the Storm Temple, and had a very good personal relationship with him. "I'm just lamenting that the cultist incident that was so publicized a few days ago can be solved so easily, and these Westerners who were wanted before can also swagger back to Osser City. ”

"Because the gods have forgiven them, or at least don't care about them anymore, and we are but servants of the gods. This is the fundamental problem. The young priest Peter said lightly. The Storm Goddess's beliefs are relatively neutral and cold, and while the Storm Temple is consistent with other temples in its attitude towards cultists, it is not very likely to deal with other areas. "Of course, the Temple of Sunlight and the Guardian Hand, who like to meddle in things, are not completely at ease with them. After all, these guys are no longer cultists, they are also unbelievers, and they are the ones who are most susceptible to the temptation of the devil and fall. ”

"Yes, I saw it. Roynala's gaze swept over the other side of the platform, where the High Priest of Brown and the High Priest of the Temple of the Sun were all there, and not far from them were several Westerners mixed in the middle of several priests and Templars, with black hair and black eyes and a very different appearance, which looked a little out of place with the surrounding Euros.

And the most out of place among them is the tall, meaty-faced Westerner. I heard that it was the high priest before the Vengeance Cult, and in the west of Ashenvale, he and the dwarves staged a bloody and cruel large-scale blood sacrifice, and even a noble mage from Oroyosta died in it. These were all from Angelo, the child who had escaped from there, and that expression full of anger and sadness, but also full of helplessness and strength, made Roy Nala forget for the rest of his life, it was the expression of a real man, and it was the first time he saw it on his child's face. And such an evil and violent guy, I heard that he survived because he was baptized and selected by the gods, and he was also an old acquaintance with the chief of staff of the envoy group, Feng, and he was actually standing there swaggering at this moment.

As if sensing his gaze, the hideous-looking Westerner also turned his head to look at him, revealing a smile that could hardly be described as kindness. Roynala did not forget his aristocratic demeanor, and returned the salute with a smile on his face.

Could it be that the gods are also mistaken, Roynara couldn't help but think about it, and was immediately startled by the thought of herself, but when she thought about it, she only shrugged her shoulders self-deprecatingly in her mind. Well, although I can truly hear the great will of the Storm Goddess, I am a mage after all.

"Ah, dear Roy. You are here. A chubby face full of kind smiles suddenly came over. "Mistress Peter is too. Today's celebration is really lively, and I can't imagine that the people are still welcoming those Westerners back. ”

"Lord Baron. Roynara nodded. The fat man who smiled like a flower was none other than Baron Atokin. As one of the three barons of the Rothschild family with an actual fiefdom, and the faint head of the family, he should have sat high among the mage nobles over there talking and laughing, but now he was walking around the crowd like a small merchant selling goods, smiling and talking nonsense to people - even if he was skilful and well disguised, the stand was only so big after all that Roynala could even tell from the order in which he walked and accosted him the importance of each goal in his mind. They were in fifth place here, and it looked like there should be more than ten more places behind the Baron to show friendship and goodwill, which was quite a high position.

It's only ten days ago, he was forcibly suspended from his post, and he was a dispensable waste in the eyes of the whole family, but now he came here again as the governor of the port, but the leader of the family wanted to come over to please him. Such a miraculous transformation is truly emotional.

"Ah, you don't know yet, Master Peter. Ten years ago, when Tony appointed Roy as the interim Governor of the Port, many people objected, saying that he was not noble enough and not qualified enough, but I firmly supported him at the time, because I saw in him the most precious qualities of a person, which is persistence and loyalty. You see, over the years, time has proven my judgment completely correct. His dedication to the port business contributed to the prosperity of Ossing City, and it is for this reason that ......the Lady of the Storm favored him!

Roynala kept the smile on his face as he deserved, and listened to Baron Atokin's flattering words of not wanting money, holding back goosebumps that kept rising on his back. Of course, he had not forgotten that the Baron had been one of the people who had ordered him to step down from his post not long ago, and it was impossible to support himself as a lackey of Viscount Tony ten years ago, but opening his eyes and telling nonsense is a necessary skill for every nobleman to be promoted to a politician, and listening carefully to these sensual nonsense with a smile on his face is also regarded as the right and demeanor of a victor.

Yes, he is now the winner, although this victory came somewhat inexplicably. In the turmoil set off a few days ago by the Temple Church to thoroughly investigate whether the local nobles were connected with the revival, in the end, only one Anthony mage with conclusive evidence was found out on the surface, but there were many families involved behind it, especially the Baron Atokin in the Rothschild family was seriously suspected. It's just that the aftermath of the cultists has not yet ended, and neither the Temple Church nor the Mage Council want to make a complete fuss about this matter and plunge the entire West Coast into chaos, so they didn't get to the bottom of it, but only gave a serious warning to these suspects. At this time, he was previously excluded from the circle of power, but because of his good relationship with the Storm Temple and a little bit of interaction with those Westerners, he was pushed out and re-seated as the governor of the port, and actually became one of the current leaders of the Rothschild family.

Politics is sometimes so strange, under the game of interests and mutual compromise and balance of interests, it often produces all kinds of seemingly unbelievable results, of course, just appearances. The same goes for the temple and the council of mages to accept the return of Westerners so easily. They're going to bring in taxes and assets, they're going to speed up the recovery of the port, they're going to divert the attention of the populace and reassure the populace, they're going to have powerful Western mages to fight the renaissance of the Renaissance Society, they're going to divert the attention of the lunatics.

So, what's the reason not to let them come back?

The will of the gods is elusive and awe-inspiring. In terms of practical politics, there is something tangible under the seemingly bizarre and incredible light and shadow, that is, interests.

Roynala pursed his lips, his ears automatically filtering out Baron Atokin's words, whatever he said, no different from the flattering whimper of a dog fearing that the food in his bowl would be taken away. Even looking at the boring and wacky rituals of Westerners is better than wasting your mind on dealing with these things.

At this time, those strangely dressed Westerner envoys had already boarded the floating island ship, and those Westerners who were also strangely dressed were greeting them, and Roynala recognized the old man who was the patriarch of the Zhang family. He folded his hands, bowed his head, and bowed back to meet the steps of the leading envoy, not knowing whether to show respect or surrender, and his actions seemed to have a special rhythm, vaguely in tune with the music around him.

"It's like a dance at a festival, so I guess it has some special meaning. Hell, aren't they doing some kind of ceremony, why did they make a sacrifice alive?" "Also, aren't these Westerners unbelievers? What are the objects of their sacrifice?"

"Maybe it's their empire, or their emperor?" replied Roynara casually. "They don't think like those desert barbarians***** the Imperial Empire is a god. ”

"Well, the old man of the Zhang family is particular about this step and retreat, which is to imitate the Confucian sage's respectful behavior for moral knowledge when he met Li Ran. At the same time, the music that is being played now is also a song in the canon......"

On the other side of the stands, Liu Xuanying was explaining the meaning of this ritual to the surrounding temple priests. Of course, although he was very knowledgeable and could roughly understand the meaning of these Confucian etiquette, he did not speak the European language, but had Hong Tong Translator on his side to translate for him.

Feng Yinqiu and Mu Qinyi were also not far from him. Because they did not have official positions in the envoys, the reward made Lord Li Wenmin feel that these three immortal masters were not qualified to participate in such a grand and formal ceremonial celebration, but let them accompany these leaders of the European Sect in the stands here, and explain to them the profound heritage contained in this Confucian etiquette, which was bound to let these savages experience the literary and educational culture of the Heavenly Empire.

Feng Yinqiu and Mu Qinyi naturally didn't pay attention to it, only Liu Xuanying was still dutiful, and explained to the surrounding temple priests one by one, whether the surrounding priests were really interested or not, at least out of respect for this powerful warrior who could dismantle the golem empty-handed, they all nodded their heads from time to time with a polite smile to show that they understood.

However, as the ritual progressed, the rituals used by Master Li and the patriarch of the Zhang family became more and more sophisticated, and Liu Xuanying was also a little unbearable. After all, he is not the kind of Confucian Taoist Mr. Li who specializes in studying knowledge and etiquette, and it is gradually difficult to explain: "Now that Lord Li is stepping on this step forward, it is also of great significance, this ...... It's one of the three tombs and five canons... , what does this gesture mean...... Hey, Poor Dao really doesn't understand the details of Confucian etiquette, can you understand Hong Tongyi?"

"I... How can I understand... Mr. Feng, can you help explain this to these European priests?" Hong Tongyi, who was already sweating profusely, was already sweating profusely, but it was not easy to translate the names of those Confucian rituals into Eurotic language that he could probably understand, and it was almost fatal to explain various historical allusions in as simple words as possible. He looked at Feng Yinqiu with a pleading look more than once, and at this time he could only speak out loud.

"I don't understand either. Feng Yinqiu smiled and shook his head, even if he really understood, he didn't bother to bother.

"Why bother explaining anything. Liu Daochang is also really a sincere person. The invincible king on the side, the Sword of Benevolence also shook his head with a smile. "The interpreter who is called, you see that this Master Li is like the obsessed ticket holder who finally found a chance to go on stage, and like the child who plays with urine all day long finally got a real toy, how happy and forgetful he is, where can he take care of other places. When you turn back, you report that these barbarians are in tears, throwing themselves to the ground, crying and making noise, saying that if there is a chance in the future, you will definitely have to pay more attention to the demeanor of the Heavenly Empire, and Lord Li will definitely have a lot of silver to reward you. Will he really come to these temple priests for confirmation?"

"Brother Invincible is really ......" Liu Xuanying shook his head with a wry smile, and no longer explained those etiquettes.

"Having said that......" Hong Tongyi looked at the floating island ship in the distance, and Lord Li on it was accepting the visit of the Zhang family patriarch amid the sound of silk and bamboo, and then knelt down and bowed to the Western Shenzhou. At this moment, this old scholar who is over the age of sixtieth is full of red light, his eyes are shining, compared with the half-dead appearance of the past, it is like two people. This ritual ritual seems to be thousands of times stronger than Liu Xuan's application of the most authentic Daomen True Qi to give him a massage and cross qi. Most of the thoughts in my mind now are really how this profound and profound Confucian etiquette made these European barbarians sincerely worship. If you really know that no one on your side really takes these things seriously, if you don't say it well, you will be so angry that you vomit blood and stay in bed again.

"Mr. Wind, I've got the map. At this time, the figure of Knight Gawain squeezed through the crowd, still holding a wooden box in his hand. After the Dwarven Priest was relieved of the petrification, he was rescued by the Temple of the Sun and the High Priest of the Guardian Hand, and the divine grace he received as the chief guardian of the West Coast was extremely powerful, but he fully recovered in just a few days.

"Oh, that's just right, we're getting impatient watching these old men sing here. Let's go, let's go, let's talk about the next business. The Sword of Benevolence and Feng Yinqiu turned around and left, Mu Qinyi followed, Liu Xuanying thought about it, smiled bitterly and saluted the surrounding priests before leaving.

"Hey, wait. Hong Tongyi was anxious and shouted loudly. If it is found out that Liu Xuanying's identity is transcendent, he can not care, and his little official can't stop the monstrous anger of the adult. "After all, this is a major event that represents the inheritance of my Shenzhou Taoist system and cultural etiquette, how can you just go?"

"What is this idiot all about, are you trying to get me to shove your mouth and tongue into your rectum?" the Sword of Benevolence turned back, the former cult leader with a malicious sneer. "What kind of Taoist inheritance and cultural etiquette of yours are maintained by these singing songs and dramas, it can only mean that those things themselves have fallen and decayed to the point that they are no different from urine and cement. Those adults who like to pee and have a lot of fun don't bother them, just let them have fun, and we naturally have to do our business. ”

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