Diary of the Monk Yanqiu:

Forgive me, Mingchuan. I became an accomplice to the war, and although I didn't want to, I did it. I can't lose you, wait, wait. I'll find a way to get you back from "that world".

If I can make a contribution in this war, the highest regional governor of this country will greatly facilitate my research—and it will shorten the time it will take me to bring you back.

I got the word that I would be meeting with a female scholar, Ms. Brand, who has a deep research on black striae, in the near future. I guess this helps me to understand this terrible plague from another aspect and perspective.

To be honest, I've heard of this lady and she's a bit scary. I don't really like her style - to be honest, I wouldn't use children for live experiments. However, she is really an inquisitive scholar, although in a way she is crazy.

Forgive me, though. Mingchuan, I will definitely revive you, the wanted warrant of the Son of Heaven can't kill us, and neither can black striat.

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"Distinguished guests! Welcome to the Eagle's Nest Bonfire Dinner tonight! I'm tonight's host, Bolt Pence! Bolt's loud voice resounded throughout the venue. There was a churning round of applause and cheers from the audience, and an invisible wave seemed to sweep through the entire eagle's nest.

Bolt pressed his hands down and motioned for everyone to be quiet, but it didn't seem to have much effect, so he had to tap his throat again, amplify his voice, and said, "Please be quiet, everyone, please be quiet!" Before I start the dinner, I would like to start with a few words! ”

The sound gradually subsided, from the inside out. Bolt was pleased with the scene and continued, "First of all, I would like to express my sincerest apologies to all the guests who attended the dinner, as Lord Griffinhardt, Lord Griffinhardt, is too ill to attend today's dinner. ”

Before Bolt could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a cacophony below. Among these voices are worried inquiries, vicious curses, angry invectives, and clamor exclamations. These different voices actually represent different positions. What seems to be a simple dinner party is actually an undercurrent of various interest groups.

"And yet!" Bolt turned his words, and the heads of the people below seemed to pause for a moment. "We've got Old Lady Greon at today's dinner, General Babud, and Mr. Stanford, the Chief Wizard of the Eagle's Nest! These three gentlemen and ladies will be taking the place of the Griffon Lord for the opening of the night - lighting the Victory Bonfire! ”

As soon as Bolt finished speaking, the silent audience was filled with whispering "buzz". Some people leave under the pretext of leaving for an excuse, and some people instruct their subordinates to do something, but more often they get together in twos and threes and communicate in small voices.

Of course, this is only for the noble people in the "inner circle" and the petty nobles, small merchants and spellcasters in the "middle circle", and for the commoners, poor people and slaves in the outermost circle, this is a matter of "nothing to do" with their lives.

Of course, in reality, it's hard to ask these suffering people, who are still struggling to survive, to think about more. Rather than caring about the political situation in the territory, factional struggles, etc., they often care more about whether they can fill their stomachs tomorrow, and then go to find a "job", when the hard work of the day is over, and then return home to feed a few hungry mouths.

You really can't ask more of these people, just being hungry has exhausted all their strength and ability to think, so for such a holiday-like celebration is always loved by the outermost people.

At the very least, these poor people will be able to fill their bellies during this celebration, and those who are lucky enough to get a few bounties through a performance. True, the traditional grilled meat is not given to the outermost circle, and they are only given a few coarse breads and bean soup, and the whole pot may only have a small piece of fat in it, and the "lucky" pot may also have a sprig or two of mint or squeaky grass in the pot - this is a reserved item of this traditional celebration, which is considered a "great" gift from the nobility to the commoner class.

At Bolt's invitation, General Babud and Mr. Stanford began by expressing their respect for Mrs. Grein—both for her position and for her gender. On such occasions, even if you don't like each other, you should maintain a certain demeanor.

Therefore, General Babud also had to sell face to Funa and let her go ahead.

"Ma'am, Babud is Griffinhardt's best offensive general. The general was also a hardliner in Griffin Hart. Camille was finally able to say a few words to Anna today, so she told Anna everything she knew.

"Hardliners? I hadn't heard of this faction during the years I lived in my maternal grandmother's house. Anna asked.

"At that time, you didn't have a clear understanding of Griffinhardt's political situation. In Griffonland, there are three main factions in its political power. These three factions are the hardliners led by General Babud, the conservatives led by your grandmother, Mrs. Grey, and the reformers led by Mr. Stanford. Camille explained to Anna at great length—the crowd of Zammir was not interested in this kind of public session.

"Go on, Camille, Gonzalez, and come and listen." Anna called out to her guards, and she had the heart to train him.

"Yes, ma'am, then I will continue. The first is the relationship between the three families, with the hardliners at odds with the conservatives and reformers. There is a degree of cooperation between conservatives and reformers. As things stand, I am afraid that the weakest reformers will need the support of conservatives to barely guarantee that they will not be defeated by the hardliners. ”

"Huh?" Anna motioned for Camille to continue.

"The hardliners are the strongest, and their main members are some of the most powerful vassals – from middle-aged generals like General Bappd to newcomers like Knight Piagi Nostra. This faction is based on the principle of being tough and uncompromising, and is committed to expanding territory and redistributing benefits and resources. ”

"It's going to break the existing pattern, and the vested interests in the current pattern won't agree to it." Gonzalez said.

Camille nodded approvingly, and so did Anna - the lad was politically minded, not just a muscular warrior.

"You're right, Gonzalez. As a result, the long-standing nobles and vassal knights, led by Old Lady Green, stood up and fought back to consolidate their vested interests. Conservatives want the territory to develop peacefully, and not to go through too many and frequent wars. Conservatives believe that Griffons should focus on economic development and commercial trade policies, rather than blindly making enemies. Therefore, they are particularly unaccustomed to the hard-liners' style of acting either you die or I die. ”

"And what about the reformers?" Anna asked.

"The reformers are close to the conservative ideas, but the reformists are mostly small merchants, petty aristocrats, spellcasters, clergy, and other middle- and lower-class nobles with knowledge. This faction believes that the territory should strengthen its infrastructure, encourage fertility, and increase its population. Their idea is to build more and more prosperous cities and towns to increase the total amount of so-called 'profits', so in this faction their ideas are closer to those of the conservatives – it costs money to build a house. ”

"Interesting, it seems that we didn't come at the right time, and it's no wonder that we felt a lot of malicious stares as soon as we arrived at the Eagle's Nest." Anna sighed.

Camille also sighed and said, "That's right, we are seen as the ones who upset the balance of the situation. ”