Regardless of Raven's legend, Phantom Knight City is a very strange place in the hearts of ordinary people.

In a way, Phantom Knight City has been so successful that it took less than a year to get to where it is today.

In 10 months, the region defeated several waves of strong enemies, opened up the maritime trade routes in the south, and established the status of the economic center of the south of the mainland from the south to the north. Due to the introduction of a low transit tax, a fee to enter the city, but a transaction tax, the tax derived from commercial activities alone is as high as one million gold coins per month. The only peculiarity is that they prefer to use gold gods as a trading currency, and caravans that use gold gods to pay taxes will get a considerable discount.

Militarily, the Phantom Knight led a standing army of more than 10,000 people, a standing guard of 4,000 winged elf mercenaries, a local garrison of 20,000, and a militia of 35,000 people who died as a reserve. In addition, there are countless mysterious bee troops and golem troops.

What is blind is that there is still an ancient red dragon in the city.

Recently, it was announced that it would become the new capital of the kingdom of Gorimpas.

Spurred on by the news, the population of Phantom Knight exploded, exceeding 200,000 by the beginning of October 1315. The entire Phantasm Knight Territory has a population of over 600,000. The numbers are rapidly increasing. Presumably, it is only a matter of time before it surpasses the kingdom of the old Golian Pais.

Purely from the literal data, Phantom Knight City is definitely one of the best metropolises on the continent of Ultron, and Phantom Knight Territory is the prototype of an empire.

In fact, none of the empires have admitted that the Phantom Knight Territory is a new empire or anything.

Without it, politically, Raven's approach is simply subversive of tradition, contrary to the aristocratic system that has been circulating on the mainland for an unknown number of thousands of years.

Since Raven became the Duke of Phantom Knight, he has never really divided a knight, let alone a low-level nobleman. Rewards are often symbolic. For example, he casually gave White Fur and Wallis a viscount without a territory.

Let a half-orc and a purebred elf be the nobles of the human realm!?

Well, it would have been an unreliable thing to let a half-elf be a high-ranking nobleman like a duke.

Before Raven revealed his shadow origin, the noble goddess Sheenworth protested. Later, seeing that Raven's approach was obviously to go straight to the gods, Sheenworth was silent.

If it weren't for the fact that the two goddesses had placed their lair in Phantom Knight, Raven's practice of treating nobles as nothing alone would have attracted the siege of the Seven Great Empires.

Religiously. The Phantom Knight Collar is also extremely exclusive.

While there is no ban on good and neutral clerics from preaching, religions other than designated denominations are prohibited from establishing any religious gathering places in their territories, let alone shrines.

Designated denominations?

The first choices, of course, are the Church of Phantoms and the Church of Strategy.

The second is the Church of Love and Goodness, the Church of Fighting.

In addition to this, the Wing Elves and Sea Elves were allowed to build medium-sized places of worship close to the city.

Raven even acquiesced in the establishment of supervised assembly houses in the territory of the Wandering and Assassin Orders for the sake of his future gods. This is a newly formed loosely structured organization, the Shadow Federation.

The real only exception is that the goddess of sprouts, Theonlea, is allowed to build a small temple in the city - the shameless and practical Raven takes a fancy to the priest's ability to make the holy water of life, and does not hesitate to let Adley be a lobbyist, agrees to artificially plant trees in the Southern Wilderness, and agrees that Theonlia will spread faith in the territory, so that the priest of the goddess of the neutral and good camp is brought in as a pharmacist.

But Theonlia herself is not a bird Raven.

In terms of cultural life, the Phantom Knight Collar is relatively poor. It is completely unworthy of its rich status. It is strictly forbidden to use wheat, rye and other grains to make wine without permission in the territory, and the punishment is banishment at least and death at worst. There are only a handful of officially operated wineries that produce grain wine in limited quantities and only in limited quantities on major festivals. The exceptions are the dwarven artisans.

All surplus grain is uniformly purchased by the government, and any form of takeaway and destruction is prohibited.

There were no restrictions on handicrafts and daily necessities for the middle and lower classes, but the luxury goods commonly used by the high-ranking aristocracy were taxed extremely highly, and the merchants were not favorites.

The result of a series of measures is: In the mouths of all other countries, the more widely recognized name is [Yunfield Divine Kingdom]!

Right. Kingdom of God!

A highly centralized, highly militarized kingdom of God!

Among the seven empires, except for Elwin, who knelt and licked, and Mosha, who was quite friendly, the other five countries would not give the people of Golian Pais a good face at all.

At the same time, because they have been in a state of combat readiness for a long time, the country has not forced everyone to believe in Layla and the Red Knights, so among the majority of the unbelievers. There has been a subtle change in the mentality of the people, who are too nervous but lack enough channels to vent.

This led to the situation getting out of control after various rumors spread.

There are reliable and unreliable.

"The 300,000-strong army of orcs is about to counterattack!"

"The great underground we stand on has been completely opened up by the races of the Underworld. The Dark Drow Elves and Grey Dwarves will attack the ground at any moment and slay us out. ”

"Actually, Raven doesn't believe in shadows, he's actually a lich hidden in the human realm! He was ready to sacrifice a million people to become his skeleton soldiers and death knights. ”

For the guy who was too outrageous, Karin ordered to be caught and hanged directly.

In this incident, Karin even smells the murder god Ciric, who is also a priest of lies, and is also a leader in using lies and rumors to destroy enemies.

Karin and Effie are always a little helpless about the rumors. In the final analysis, it is because Phantom Knight City has been in a state of local war, and the tension of the people has not been alleviated. A war right under one's feet is far more tense than a war in a frontier region thousands of miles away.

If there were no occasional big festivals such as the Shuni Grass Festival in the territory, the people would probably fall into panic.

In fact, due to Raven's absence recently, after the news of his abduction by Rose broke, the people were even more frightened, fearing that hearing the news of Raven's death at any time would cause the entire territory to collapse.

That's right! There are two goddesses in the realm.

It's a pity. Neither Lyra nor the Red Knight are good at domestic affairs. They can influence their own believers, but they cannot influence the vast majority of unbelieving newcomers.

On the same day that Leila learns that Raven is safe, there is a very, very beautiful Persian cat on the eaves of the building next to the central square of Phantom Knight.

The whole cat is almost pure gold, and its beautiful fur is like satin, glittering in the sun. The people almost thought it was a mythical beast or something. When I saw it clearly, I realized that it was the most ordinary Persian cat. It's just very pretty.

As if tired of the poor performances of the unruly bards in the square, the Persian cat arched its back, straightened its limbs, stretched deeply, and yawned.

"Meow, the entertainment here is terrible, but fortunately there are a lot of handsome guys." The vendor under the eaves suddenly heard a very nice female voice, and after listening to this sound, the vendor only felt as if he had been tickled. The whole body was crispy, and I couldn't help but look up several times, only to find that there was only one Persian cat.

It's itchy in my heart, but I can't see the figure, so I can only think that I heard it wrong.

The Persian cat swept over the handsome guys in the square. Since the Phantom Knight Territory is a typical multi-ethnic mixture, in addition to the absence of elves here, tall winged elves and half-elves can be seen everywhere.

The cat makes a "chirping" sound, is this scoring the appearance of the handsome guys?

Unconsciously. Dusk arrives and the charm of the night begins.

The citizens who had been tired from a long day went home. At the end of their meal, start their nightlife. It's also good to go to the bar and have a few glasses of cider. The land in the territory is strange, either extremely fertile soil that is only allowed to produce food, or it is barren land. At most, they can grow fruit trees.

It seems that there was a god who wrote that there was a large fruit grove south of Phantom Knight. It is legal to make wine from fruit trees, and the half-elves and winged elves who care for the trees are happy to exchange ripe fruit for gold.

Liquor is available, but the slightly sour fruit wine and the bad entertainment that has been commented on are obviously not entertaining the citizens.

City center. Catfish Bar.

As a benefit to the former adventurer's guild leader, Jacob, to Raven, Raven gave the vacant land reserved in the center of the city to the old man's grandson, Aaron Jacob, with a stroke of his pen.

That's why there's a booming bar.

The bar was not very brightly lit, and the thirty or so tables were full, mostly military officers with a lot of spare money in their pockets but nowhere to spend it, and young girls who wanted to catch a golden beetle. Since this is not the kind of gold nest where everything is allowed to be done in the City of Gold, how to legally get the money out of the pockets of guests is a matter of knowledge.

Aaron didn't have his grandfather's talent for spellcasting, but he inherited his grandfather's shrewdness.

The bar is always filled with light-paced music, and the melody that is easy to make people jump in the mood is lingering in the spacious space.

The sound of the piano is perfectly transitioned, and you can hear the superb skill of a court musician.

In the middle of the bar is an oval dance floor, behind which there is a stage that is almost one and a half meters high.

Under the flickering magical lights, several half-elf girls dressed in hot and sexy clothes stepped on flexible dance steps, and writhed their delicate bodies wantonly in the heart-tugging sound of the piano. The short skirt, which was between a miniskirt and a midskirt, fluttered and flipped in the hot dance, revealing her fiery snow-white thighs, which provoked a burst of applause from the officers.

The impatient guy tosses a silver coin as a reward, hoping to win the girl's favor and spend a pleasant evening after the dance.

The rule on the dance floor is that as long as the female guests are interested, they can go down and dance.

But the stage is different, if the guests want to go up, it is a fight dance. If you don't have enough posture and dancing skills, you won't be qualified at all.

And tonight, a mysterious female guest took the stage.

Just the graceful gait when they came on stage made the girls on the stage admit that their dancing skills were insufficient and retreated without a fight.

It was a woman as elegant as a cat! (To be continued......)