Chapter Ninety-Three: Stones

South Gate Fortress. ()

The mottled walls are clinging to green vines, and the old wooden windows are covered with pots of flowers. The walls of the buildings here are thick, and young people often sit on wide windowsills and play xylophones. There was smoke from several chimneys, and I don't know what kind of workshop was inside, but in Dehrim there were all kinds of workshops scattered all over the place.

The place with the highest concentration of artisans in Swadia is undoubtedly Uxhall, which is well served by water and abundant natural resources, making it the 'artisan capital' of the Empire. And the only match for Uxhall is Dehrim City. The meticulous craftsmanship of the Highlanders makes them the finest craftsmen. In fact, until the arrival of the Zen people, the highlanders were still a group of people who could only beat stones with ropes, but after hundreds of years of civilization by the Zen people, the highlanders have been able to make things that will amaze anyone.

The crown of the Emperor Swadia was made by the Dehrim, and this was the most glorious moment of the Dehrim people. The reason why the Uxkhor people lost this honor was that when the first emperor of Svadia ascended the throne, Uxkhor was still occupied by the satrap of the Chanda.

Artisans have always had a habit of carving their names into their creations, and the founders of Swadia have repeatedly told them not to leave anything on their crowns. When the Emperor finally saw the finished product, he carefully examined the crown, and recruited some of his most trusted courtiers to help him inspect it, and after confirming that it was correct, the Emperor put on the helmet.

Flowers fell to the ground, swords soared into the sky, and the founding emperor of Svadia sat on the throne wearing that helmet in his carol.

No one remembers the craftsman, for he was destined not to enjoy the honor. This is probably the most frustrating thing for a craftsman--- especially since the craftsman has a habit of putting his name on his creations.

The founding emperor of Svadia also felt the suspicion of this matter day by day. The Emperor stared at the crown countless times, and with his instincts, he saw that the craftsman had done it, but he had no clue.

Until one day, the emperor noticed that one of the jewels set in his crown was a little fainter than the others. At this time, the emperor was even a little excited, and with this as a breakthrough point, he found the craftsman's family to come and inquire. At that time, the craftsman had already died, and the emperor asked the craftsman's family if they recognized the stone.

It was eventually found out that the stone had been left to her by the craftsman's mother.

When the craftsman was young, a woman captured his heart, but after disgusting him, she left him and threw herself into the arms of another person. The craftsman clutched the stone in the hope of retrieving his love, and the woman's new partner was a jeweler.

The merchant took out an emerald and said to the craftsman, "This stone can be set in the pendant of the lord's wife of the town";

Then he took out a ruby and said to the craftsman, "This gem may be worn on the ring of the procurator of the city";

Finally, the merchant took out a sparkling diamond and said to the craftsman, "Even the royals of Zenda will love this stone." ”

Then the merchant smiled and asked the craftsman, "Behold, my stones can be worn on so many nobles, and now my women can have them." What about yours? Where can you put this little stone of yours? Is it on the big chain around the cook's neck, or on the shepherd's wrench? ”

The blood on the craftsman's face faded, and the jeweler looked at him with a smile on his face, full of pride and pity. Speechless, the craftsman withdrew his poor little stone, "You'll know" ''You'll know where I set the stone.' ”

From that day on, the craftsmen began to strengthen their skills. His hands became rougher, his heart more delicate, his back more and more curved, his eyes sharper and sharper.

When the Svadian general informed the whole city and summoned the craftsmen to forge the crown for the emperor. For the first time in many years, the craftsman stopped working in the daytime, extinguished the hearth, gathered his tools, dressed himself in order, mounted a mule, and went to the capital alone.

Years of training made the craftsman's craft magic, and the obscure man soon defeated the competitors he used and achieved the privilege of forging the crown for the emperor. For three months, the craftsman kept himself in the workshop, and the craftsman silently refused to answer the emperor's request that he should not be named.

As the day of accession to the throne drew closer, the officials who managed the matter became more and more anxious. When people were urged, the craftsmen simply stopped working, and continued to work only after others had no choice but to leave.

Two weeks before the emperor's accession to the throne, the craftsman left the workshop trembling and sat down under a tree to rest, as if exhausted. An official went into the workshop and found a crown so noble that he could not describe it sitting quietly on a velvet cushion.

Subsequently, the craftsman rejected the orders issued by the nobles one after another, sorted out his outfit from a few months ago, and returned to his hometown as it was. Because he was so low-key, almost no one knew what he was doing. Years of work as a craftsman eventually exhausted his energy, his health deteriorated, and he repeatedly told his family not to spread the word. The family was embarrassed to admit it to his family only when he lost the stone, so they arranged such a story, and they all pretended to follow him.

Soon after, the craftsman died.

This is the story that Swadi Yazu heard.

The emperor's eyes widened when he heard this, and he blew in amazement, "Is that woman still alive?" ”

Soon after, the Emperor of Svadia greeted the jeweller's wife under the firmament of the palace's tallest palace.

The Emperor's wisest scholars and bravest generals watched with curiosity, and the most powerful men of the new empire gathered here, here were three hundred windows and nine hundred lamps, here were a thousand flags and ten thousand tassels, all of which were guarded by an inconspicuous stone, for the words of the craftsman.

"You'll know where I set the stone."

The emperor inquired about the couple's livelihood and family, and cared about their future and health. Then the Emperor turned to the main topic and told the story about his crown.

The Emperor fulfilled his wish in the place of the craftsman and told the two men: "You will know where I have laid the stone." ”

"Woman," said Emperor Svadia, "that cunning fellow has failed, no lord's wife has looked up to his craft, no inquisitor will accept his services, and no moth of the Chanda royal will like his stones. So he had to put the stone on top of my head. Not only that, but the cunning of that guy is that my children and grandchildren will always wear this crown. When we are gone, when all of you here have flown to heaven, this stone will stay here and enjoy the worship of the people of the Empire. ”

The couple's faces were dull and pale.

The Emperor waved his hand and said to the couple, "Woman, it is fortunate that you have only broken the heart of one craftsman, so that my descendants and I will carry this stone on our backs and look majestic. If you break the hearts of a few more young men, I, the emperor, will not be able to do it. ”

The story spread quickly, and it was known that in the crown of the Emperor, there was a ring of pale green gems, one of which was the lightest and most ordinary, but the story behind that stone was as fascinating as the history of the Empire.

The craftsman's fame was shattered, and people flocked to the site, only to see the grave he left behind.

As his father passed by a street corner, Colin pointed to an ordinary alley and said, "My lord, that's where the craftsman lived." I have lived for more than 20 years. ”

"Oh, the one who put his own stone on top of the crown, right?"

"Yes." Colin nodded, "The pagan artisans called that man the god of craftsmen, and often worshipped him in private. But it's really fun. There used to be a temple here that was dedicated to pagan gods. Then God came, and the people demolished everything here. ”

The father turned his head sideways and looked at this ordinary alley, and with a gentle pull of the horse, the ancient story quietly disappeared behind him along with the alley.

"My lord, the station has arrived."

A tall stone wall appeared in front of him, in front of which there were two soldiers standing straight.

Soon after, my father walked into his new home, accompanied by Colin, and more than thirty soldiers walked out of the barracks and stood neatly beside my father.

Colin brought a parchment scroll with everyone's names and information on it.

After a hasty name call, the father dismissed the soldiers without giving any instructions and let everyone return to their posts.

Afterwards, my father went to Lorenz's office and began to clean up what Lorenz had left behind, trying to find some clues.

In the evening, Yuya arrived here and brought a reply.

Wright felt that the situation was on the verge of collapse, and countless people were imprisoned.

Dimitri congratulated his father again on his promotion, telling him the inside story of the arrest of a large number of officials, and it is said that a group of noble soldiers who were dissatisfied with the current policy sent troops to the palace in the hope of forcing Emperor Fiderick to change the policy, which was determined to be an act of mutiny. Dimitri told his father to be careful about the recent situation.

Lagrange, on the other hand, asked his father when he could visit him, and that he was going to have a farewell feast.

The letter You brought made my father's grasp of the situation a little better, but it still made people wonder in their hearts. Now my father felt that even the battlefield was not so frustrating, and that real combat was much stronger than an arrow shot in an invisible place.

Colin came to inquire about the next day's arrangements, and his father was signing a list of soldiers he wanted to be transferred on top of a paper.

The father looked up and said to Colin, "Tomorrow to the third regiment." I'm going to get my own stone. ”