After breakfast, Gawain did not immediately start dealing with territorial affairs as usual, but called Hetty, who was about to leave: "Is there anything important over there in the morning government hall?" ”

"No," Hetty replied without knowing why, "the winter work schedule has been scheduled, and there are only a few daily tasks this morning—which can be left to the assistants. ”

"Then don't rush to the government affairs hall yet, and accompany me to the city."

Ten minutes later, Gawain and Hetty were already in the heart of Cecil City, and Amber followed them as a guard.

Walking on the streets of this new city, you will be greeted by the unique vitality and vitality of Cecil City, and the sounds of people and cars and horses will come one after another, and you can see the energetic, full and healthy citizens as far as you can see, although it is now late autumn, and the weather is getting colder and colder day by day due to the decrease in the activity of the giant sun, but these cold have not affected the life of Cecil in the slightest - on the contrary, due to the opening of a large number of new projects in the new town of the North Shore, Countless jobs and life opportunities are attracting more and more people to join the city and take up the workforce, and Cecil is as lively as ever.

Just over two years ago, however, such a thing would have been unthinkable for the Ansu – not even for any country north of the continent.

Therefore, whenever he walks on the streets of Cecil City, Gawain will spontaneously feel a sense of relief, and this sense of relief will also make him feel more truly the fact that he is alive in this world, make him realize that he has an inseparable connection with this world, and realize that his efforts and actions all along are not meaningless.

Amber followed Gawain, who gave her a strange look, as if she saw something strange in the rather dignified-looking face: as the lord's guard, she had been with Gawain even longer than Hetty and Rebecca, whether she wanted it or not, she was already familiar with the details of Gawain's every expression, she could see that Gawain had something on her mind, but she didn't know whether to ask or not.

Fortunately, Hetty is still following on the other side, Hetty may not be as good at observing words and emotions as Amber, but she is a delicate and sensitive person, and after a little hesitation, the "big butler" said with concern: "Ancestor, do you have something on your mind?" ”

Gawain was indeed thinking about the civil war outside the Rock Fortress, thinking about the few years before the Duchy of Cecil had to develop steadily, thinking about the threat of the God of Light and other gods, and wondering if the cultists who had been dormant for nearly a year were hatching a new conspiracy, but in Hetillo's somewhat worried gaze, he just said casually: "After the city of Luan is settled...... We'll be able to develop for a few years. ”

"As you said," Hetty bowed his head slightly, "part of the production and construction plan has been scheduled for the second half of next year, and as long as there are no major changes in the external situation, the next few years will be the most critical period for the development of the principality." ”

"yes...... The premise is that there are no major changes in the external situation......" Gawain said slowly, but he couldn't help but think of the powerful and tiger-eyed country in his mind: Typhon, the empire that has been at the critical crossroads of change, will sit back and watch the Ansu civil war for how long? To what extent are they ready to make a move when Ansu is weakened?

Maybe it's time to speed up Daniel's arrangement......

However, Gawain's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a scene on the street not far away.

He saw a group of people coming out of the corner of the street, each wearing a straw ring made of some kind of gray-white thatch around their necks, carrying pockets in their hands, and constantly pulling out small white flowers from their pockets, pinning them to every door along the way, and he suddenly noticed that many pedestrians on the road were actually wearing small white flowers—some on their necklines, some pinned to their hats, and some simply in their hands.

"What's going on?" Gawain raised his hand and pointed not far away, "What are they doing?" ”

Amber glanced over there and said casually, "Oh, it's Rehom Day in two days, and many people in the city are preparing for it." ”

"Requiem?" Gawain was confused, "Is it a festival?" Did you have one last year? ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Hetty suddenly hesitated when she spoke: "Last year...... Last year, there were actually festivals, but at that time, the territory was still very unstable and supplies were also very tight, so there were only some small-scale activities that you probably didn't pay attention to. ”

"Is that so?" Gawain was still a little confused, "But how did I never know about this festival?" ”

Hetty glanced at Gawain, and his face became slightly strange: "This festival ...... It's normal that you don't know. It was in your year...... Only after the war was killed. On the 45th day of the frost moon every year, people commemorate the deceased and communicate with the souls of the deceased by wearing grass rings, decorating the doors and clothes with the death chrysanthemum, holding night bonfire ceremonies, and dancing. ”

"Oh, my 'posthumous' holiday, no wonder," Gawain suddenly realized, and then immediately woke up, "Wait, the 45th of the frost month?" Wasn't that the last time I went to war 700 years ago......"

"As you can imagine," the expression on Hetty's face became even more eccentric, "this festival is in honor of you—at first it was just a spontaneous commemoration ceremony by the people of Cecil Lord, then the first prince Charles and the other founding dukes also held their own events to commemorate you, and by the 27th year of Ansu, it became a national holiday......"

Gawain: "......"

Does this mean that in two days, the people of Ansu will collectively celebrate his death day wearing flowers, roasting fires, singing and dancing?!

At this time, he really wanted to say "Mommy" like Nicholas Egg, but considering the image of the old ancestor, he forcibly held back, but he still couldn't help muttering with a strange face: "You guys...... No, I've come back to life, don't you think there's anything wrong with this festival? ”

"No way...... After all, it's been seven hundred years......" The expression on Hetty's face was almost tangled to death, but she knew that the ancestor must be more entangled than herself at the moment, so she could only explain it head-on, "The origin of this festival has become something that only history books will write about, only nobles and scholars know a thing or two—and it has to be the kind that is more academic, for ordinary people, Requiem Day has evolved into an ordinary festival, a day for them to commemorate their ancestors, comfort their ancestors, communicate with their souls, and pray for peace...... This one...... You should understand ......"

"I ......" Gao Wen has already sweated out of his head, but after thinking hard, he found that he can really only understand - "himself" has been dead for seven hundred years, except for the first ten years, generations of Ansu people have long been accustomed to commemorating their ancestors on this day, in this world where there are true gods and most of the ceremonial festivals are related to the gods, this is probably the only ritual festival that has nothing to do with the gods, what else can he do if he doesn't understand?

"Okay, I understand, I understand," Gao Wen rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that so many of his previous thoughts had taken a back seat, "Celebrate and celebrate......"

Hetty breathed a sigh of relief, she was so nervous that she was so nervous that although the festival was a "commemoration of the great ancestors", which was theoretically a glorious event, the ancestors themselves climbed out of the coffin and still didn't think it was worth commemorating, and in all fairness, she didn't think it was a joy for the whole country to dance around the bonfire to commemorate her death day - and they did it once a year......

But before she could breathe out, she was interrupted by a sudden energetic voice: "Ancestor! Aunt! Ah, and amber! You're here! ”

When Hetty looked up, she saw Rebecca jumping from a distance, and the first thing she saw was the stupid roe deer clutching a handful of dead chrysanthemums in his hands......

On the spot, she clearly and calmly realized: Oh, it's over.

In such a stunned moment, Rebecca had already run to Gawain and the three, the girl first greeted Gawain happily, and then looked at Hetty: "Auntie! Requiem Day is coming, we missed it last year, and this year should be normal, right? ”

Hetty almost gritted her teeth and lowered her voice: "Ray Be-Ka-"

Rebecca didn't realize that there was something wrong with the atmosphere: "Huh? ”

Hetty opened her mouth, just about to remind the girl to recall the origin of Requiem, but she didn't expect Amber, who had been watching quietly for a long time, to suddenly speak: "Speaking of which, how did the members of your Cecil family celebrate Requiem?" ”

Amber, an excellent head of the Military Intelligence Agency, a spy chief, an expert in intelligence warfare and sabotage operations, and one of the biggest promoters of the textbook-level public opinion warfare "Lu'an Awakening" incident, has three major specialties in life: stealing graves, running away, and arching fire.

Rebecca fell directly into the pit, and began to talk happily: "Actually, most of the content is the same as everyone else-during the day, decorate the death chrysanthemum at the door and under the window edge, so that the ancestors can find their way home, and then hold a bonfire party at night, eat, drink, dance or something, and prepare an extra food to entertain the ancestors' souls, and the next morning, put away all the death chrysanthemums and send them to the family cemetery, so that the souls can be sent back to their resting place......

Rebecca said as she looked at Gawain, "By the way, Ancestor, do you want to ...... Huh? ”

Gawain looked at Rebecca expressionlessly: "Why don't you just give me this flower in your hand?" It can also save you the toss. ”

Rebecca: "......"

Gawain looked at Hetty again and continued to be expressionless: "It's just that this kid hasn't learned history well—didn't anyone tell her about the origin of Requiem?" It's the heir to the family. ”

Rebecca finally reacted completely at this time, and stood up straight with a cold sweat in her head: "I...... I know! Originally held in honor of the founding duke Gawain Cecil, Anrei Day officially became a holiday in Ansu 27......"

Gawain couldn't help but knock on the stupid roe deer's head: "Don't you know everything!" ”

Rebecca rubbed the place where she was knocked: "I just didn't react......"

Gawain looked helpless: how could such a genius head, who could seamlessly switch between the fields of magic technology and mechanics, be as upright as a peripheral necrosis in other fields?

Rebecca craned her neck while paying attention to the change in Gawain's expression: "That...... Then our family still doesn't want to celebrate Euphoric Day...... Anyway, your ancestors, you have come back to life. ”

However, Gawain did not give an answer immediately, he just looked at the crowd of people who were preparing for Ansouli's Day on the street not far away, but a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

After a short period of thought, he finally broke the silence: "Requiem Day...... There is still to be something, and I have spent this year with you. ”

This time, not only Hertie and Rebecca's eyes widened, but even Amber, who was watching the play next to her, was taken aback: "Huh?! What is your hobby? ”

"Those who have crawled out of the coffin do not need to be remembered, but other souls ...... Need solace," Gawain exhaled softly, "that old Cecil fire...... It's been two years. ”