MiddleLand!

Flowing with honey and milk, a paradise blessed by the gods, a land of civilization recast, and all glory belongs to Medland.

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The port of Tulum, the most striking jewel in the crown of the Delun Empire, the land of gold and silver, the land of heinous sin.

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August 15, 1379 in the Metland Glory calendar.

In the evening.

From north to south, beside the 12 giant group sculpture fountains lined up along the central axis of the square, there are gradually cheerful people gathering in the Queen's Square in the new town of Tulun Port.

By the time the two rows of gas street lamps were lit on the main road on the east and west sides of the Empress's Grand Square, the square was already crowded with smiling people.

Tents with blue and white or blue and red stripes are like mushrooms, popping up from the sea of people.

Men and women dressed gorgeously and with the smell of perfume on their bodies went in and out of tents, huge beer glasses in their hands, wooden, iron, copper, and even large crystal carved beer glasses, one by one, the beer glasses happily collided together, splashing a large white flower of beer foam.

'Cheers'!

'Cheers'!!

Cheers!!

The cheerful shouts were like the thunder of a summer night, tumbling through the black-pressed crowd and spreading in all directions.

Outside the tent, on the large and small grills, strings of fatty sausages were roasted to a 'squeak' of oil, and the rich aroma wafted wantonly in the air, arousing the appetite of countless people.

At eight o'clock, when the plump and mellow face of 'Mudesthete' climbed into the night sky little by little, and the silver light shone like water on the earth, directly north of the Empress Grande's Square, on the bell tower of St. Hilde's Cathedral, a landmark building in Tulun Port, with a height of 224 meters, several black-clad priests held their breath and pulled the motive with force, and twenty-four huge bronze bells rolled from side to side, making a huge roar.

The sound of the bell spread with the sea breeze fluttering around.

"Mid-Autumn Night!"

"Harvest Night!!"

"Silver Cinnamon Night !!"

Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd, and in the buildings to the east, west, and south of the Empress's Grand Plaza, on the side facing the square, all the windows were forcefully opened, and many young girls in gorgeous long dresses carried small baskets and threw green silver laurel leaves and pale silver osmanthus flowers downward.

The Queen's Grand Square suddenly moved.

The flamboyant clown musicians writhed their bodies and played various musical instruments in the crowd, and the cheerful music brought the cheerful young men and women to join hands and form a long queue of people, walking and dancing around the square.

The nuns of the Silver Cinnamon Church in a group of ten, holding candles in their hands, walked slowly around the square. Dressed in long white linen dresses and bowing their heads slightly, they walked and sang hymns in praise of Mutheste.

All kinds of acrobatic artists are in the crowd, trying their best to show off their skills.

Breathe flames in your mouth, throw wooden balls in your hands, ride a unicycle on a wire rope, and constantly pop up colorful flowers in your hands, or command colorful parrots to fly low through the crowd with tarot cards in their mouths......

Children surrounded the acrobats, screaming, laughing, and bouncing around like drunken monkeys.

Among them, there are inevitably some ragged teenagers or young people, who are like swimming fish in the sea of people flexibly shuttle, keen eyes are concerned and concerned to sweep the waists of everyone, fingers are like sticky moray eels, slippery into the belt, lightly pinched out a bulging wallet.

In the southeast corner of the square, under a bronze victory pillar, on the temporary wooden sentry platform, Joe gently patted his bulging beer belly with both hands, and looked at the cheerful crowd with a melancholy expression.

At this time last year, Joe was still part of the crowd. Dressed in a gorgeous festive dress, carrying grilled sausages or other delicious food in his left hand, and holding a wine glass in his right hand, he just eats and drinks in the crowd, frolicking and playing to his heart's content, sweating and squandering his energy.

Mid-autumn night is the birthday of Mutheste, the sister of the supreme king of the gods, the goddess of the silver moon, and it is also the traditional carnival of the Deren Empire to pray for a good harvest.

Crazy celebrations, three nights of joy in a row, a night of miracles where anything can happen.

On the night of mid-autumn the year before last, Joe gave his first kiss.

On the night of mid-autumn last year, if it wasn't for the timely stopping of his family, Joe almost gave away his first night.

Before the year before last, on mid-autumn nights for several years, Joe ended up drunk on the street, and was found by his family members from the pile of drunks and carried home.

Every mid-autumn night is so exciting, unrestrained, like a dream, which makes people immersed in it.

And this year's mid-autumn night.

Joe stood stupidly on a wooden platform, wearing a dead, high-topped police helmet made of brass on his head; He wears a thick, airtight, black linen police uniform lined with stab-proof barbed wire; Around the waist is a copper-headed armed belt made of thick cowhide; Boots made of thick cowhide that tightly wrap around the entire calf.

On the armed belt, on the left hung a two-foot-long, weighty lead-filled copper batons; On the right hung a foot-and-a-half-long, equally dead, short-barreled flintlock with soft leather filled with ammunition and plugged in the breech; On the back waist, there are still three pairs of long-chain handcuffs that are still dead and heavy, made of fine iron!

The blue-white light of the gas street lamp illuminates the wolf shield emblem of the swamp seat in the center of the high-topped police helmet.

"Gorkin, the Imperial Army, dressed in a vigorous and upright military uniform, marched in the province of Gran, and walked through the city with great scenery and swagger, and recovered the old land that the empire had lost for more than a hundred years."

Countless enthusiastic girls threw themselves into their arms. And Gorkin, they still have to pretend, and say to those lovely girls, oh, no, no, really no, because of the imperial military law, we can't do this! ”

Joe exhaled, looked left and right, and gently loosened the belt on his belly with two buttonholes.

Reaching out and touching the wolf badge in the middle of the helmet on his head, Joe sighed wistfully.

"And me? A freshly baked police station black-skinned dog, with a silly dog head badge on his head, stood here stupidly, sweating, and having a dry mouth, watching them eat, drink and have fun! ”

A month and a half ago, at the end of June of this year, Joe joined the Tulun Port Police Department with honorable honors, as an outstanding graduate with the first overall grade point, and with a personal recommendation letter from the dean of the Tulun Port Judicial College.

"In the past three years, I have been late and early to leave, I have been absent from school and fighting, I have been drinking and fighting, and I have persistently missed exams. On the eve of my graduation, I even burned down the college office building in a desperate gamble! ”

"And I, too, am still a good student, and I am still an excellent representative of this class of graduates of the Judicial Academy!"

Loosening the belt again, Joe looked left and right, and secretly untied the flintlock and long-chain handcuffs hanging from his belt, and placed them on a small square table behind him.

"If you have money in your family, isn't it great?"

"It's so dark!"

Two ragged teenagers sneakily scurried past the wooden platform of the police station. They had pockets bulging around their waists, and through their tattered clothes, they could see several purses made of silk.

Qiao glanced at the two teenagers wistfully, sighed, and turned his head away, as if he didn't see them.

The two teenagers laughed and grimaced at Joe, "Hey, a black-skinned dog, look at his stupidity!" ”

The young man's laughter was extremely slight, and the crowd around him was noisy, and the noise was extremely loud.

But Joe's ears trembled, and he clearly heard the laughter and scolding of the two teenagers.

The melancholy Joe's face quickly became congested and red, and he pulled out the baton from his waist, jumped off the wooden platform like an angry wild bear, and strode towards the two teenagers whose faces had changed abruptly.