Skadi's fortress system is different from other worlds, especially most fortress worlds, because in addition to the soldiers, there are a large number of his subordinates, family members, and other personnel to deal with, and his livelihood is focused on small bazaars under the outer walls of the castle.

It's not a big place, it's not populated at the moment, it's easy to evacuate in the event of danger, it's not far from the castle, and the buildings are simple, but they're still important and an integral part of Skadi's unique landscape today.

You can buy food and drink here, you can meet lovers and friends, although the core is a fortress, but there is not necessarily a lack of human atmosphere, but the houses made of broken iron sheets and cloth are not strong and warm, and when the suffocating cold comes, the inhabitants enter the castle, and after half a month of long boring time and difficulty, now the stars are here again.

The Emperor blessed, and when the people took care of their supplies and houses that had been frozen by the cold, they gathered together today in the largest building in this cramped gathering place, a beautiful place full of candles, carved imperial honors, and countless benches.

The priest spoke eloquently about kindness and many morals, and the people were humble and pious, and soon the place was full, and even many of the Skadi soldiers came here for their personal religious needs.

Before the prayer actually began, there was a discussion in the chapel about something that most people were curious about: what was going on with the old monsters living in the shed area, far from the castle and close to the edge.

Many people thought that the old man was old and strange, and they heard that he had been a heretic, and they did not know why the lord had accepted him, but they also had to admit that this unliked neighbor was full of mystery and curiosity.

A lady opened her bread basket and gave food to the hungry people after the cold winter, and commented. "He's probably dead, I've lived in Skady for years, and I've never seen such cold days even when heretics invaded and ruled the place."

"It's too cold, even inside the castle, the lord gave us a lot of supplies, and some people died due to poor health, he only had huts and greenhouses, even if I saw the lord bring people to help him, but I don't think the big guy and the wheat guys survived."

Most of the people couldn't help but nod their heads, they didn't hate the giant, it was more of a fear, but they didn't know him, and they didn't know why the lord looked so much at the big shed.

A well-mannered gentleman spoke. "Miss Arya was with him all the time, that poor child must have been kidnapped, I saw her maid running out of the shed in a frenzy, oh my God, I can't believe that the first Duchess of Skady will be treated by that monster..."

The friend next to him sighed. "Didn't Lord Lord go to the greenhouse, everyone knows that things must be settled!"

People nodded, the worship was a day for neighbors to increase their affection and exchange things, and they also acquiesced in two things, that is, Arya's lovely child was rescued by the lord and the old man died of a cold, their mood flashed a trace of relaxation, and a pity, after all, life flashed in front of them, and most people couldn't let go of the experience of being enslaved some time ago, and many Skadian people felt that the heretic, the outsider, deserved it.

They were babbling. "That strange man never prayed to the emperor, and his shed did not have the sound of scriptures, how he grew to such a big point must be the power of heresy."

"The last time I saw him lift a device as tall as a whole person to maintain his field, the lord should have been kind to see that he could work, oh my God, that power is really terrible witchcraft!"

The power of words is great, especially in such a simple and lovely community, and soon, the complicated feelings for the old man became more and more strange in this narrow place, and many people recognized that the heretical old man had a particularly terrible physique and great strength, and was indifferent, rude, and bad at others, but he really felt pity for a living person he knew because of the storm.

Soon such feelings made people begin to evaluate the "life" of this old man, some said. "The last time I saw Miss Arya, she was working with the old man, she must have been brainwashed by witchcraft..."

Someone chimed in. "Yes, she doesn't want to go back to the castle, I can't believe it's warm and comfortable, and it's so close to the Lord of Skadi, if I were her, I wouldn't!"

I can't imagine, jealousy, jealousy that the strange man was so loved by the first Duchess of Skadi, or that the lord often visited him, or that strange power, mixed with fear, the unknown, that emotion that made mortals confused and ignorant.

Now that the days of slavery in which Skady was attacked have just ended, and under the extreme xenophobia, even outsiders must have the approval of their lord to integrate into the community, let alone a giant who never prays, never greets others, and never smiles?

But the discussion broke up quickly, and when the service was about to begin, the people fell silent, and the only sound in the room was the priest arranging the brown paper.

The salsa music is pleasing to the ear, the low tension of the priest's clothes scratching the pulpit, and the stained-glass knots in the church sprinkled on the statue of the emperor.

This comfort was suddenly shattered, interrupted by the sound of metal pulling the ground, and everyone looked at the position of the gate, which was a giant of more than two meters in stature, wearing heavy clothes, but today it was different, the giant named Hagrid had straightened his beard, his messy hair, and his clothes were finely tidied up.

When he appeared, the chains that bound him at his feet were lifted by him, and he held one hand in his arms, and in order not to spoil the delicate floor of the church, he walked beside a beautiful child like a nobleman, and the two walked into it as if they were relatives.

Mr. Pastor was not annoyed by the interruption, but shouted in a loud voice. "Take a seat!"

Hagrid returned the salute with his beautiful church liturgy, and sat down in the most open place, and the people next to him immediately huddled together, willing to huddle with strangers to avoid the terrible giant, and whispered in a whisper, marveling at Hagrid's survival through the winter.

Hagrid, on the other hand, just sat down, spat out the mist, and smiled at those who were hiding from him. "No need to do this, come on, we are all the emperor's people."

The men looked at each other, they were surprised, and looked at the pastor, who nodded. "We are all the Emperor's people, including this one who was almost late."

With this sentence people realized that the old man was not terrible, but even quite kind, when the first child approached, he touched Hagrid's biceps muscle vigilantly, and whispered to his mother in surprise. "It's the same as the wall!"

The previous atmosphere vanished in an instant, and although people were still vigilant, there were people sitting next to the old man, and Arya smiled softly, as if congratulating Hagrid on being recognized by everyone.

At this moment the long-awaited prayer began, and Hagrid's sonorous voice was almost close to or even greater than the priest's own singing of praise to the emperor, and soon the voices of the people were guided by the giant, and gradually became higher and stronger on the first Sunday after the cold winter, as never before.

As if prayer lacked Hagrid, in the high-pitched and holy words, in the bright and lovely voices, the people of the empire realized at this moment that Hagrid was not a monster, but that he admired the emperor more than anyone else, and was gentle and kind.

When the service ended, the giant was surrounded by the inhabitants, this time not fear and verbal criticism, but friendly questions, curious, mysterious, which can be explained today, the child hung Hagrid's arm and played pull-ups with his terrifying strength, the adults were amazed by Hagrid's experience serving as a space marine, and a retired angel, almost legendary.

Soon, the negative attitude turned into a positive, especially in Arya's introduction and assurance, Hagrid became the new celebrity of the whole Skady, everyone knew that at the end of the month, the parched world would ripen the first row of wheat, someone wanted to brew with them, some said that he could bake bread, and Hagrid just silently remembered those lovely neighbors with superhuman memory.

In the God-Emperor's Chapel and Lights, Space Marines and mortals get together to talk about home and the future, how to bake, how to make stews, while Space Marines tell mortals how to protect their homes and how to improve themselves.

The silver stars in subspace hadn't been so happy for thousands of years, although compared to the countless tragedies and pains that were unfolding in the Empire, and the energy of the silver sun's body being consumed by the Golden Throne all the time, the pain of the soul, the reconciliation between Hagrid and mortals seemed not worth mentioning.

But for this great father, who has worked hard for mankind for a lifetime, tens of thousands of years to be exact, today is the most gratifying day after he stepped into the throne, Inskadi proved to him the possibility of mortals and space marines, and one day such an attitude will blossom around the empire, and the possibility of turning hell into heaven, even if its possibility is very small, but in almost infinite time, human civilization will always succeed as long as it exists, just one time is enough...

In the last period of time, Arya and Hagrid began to appear around the city frequently, tasting food that they had not usually eaten, meeting friends who were not willing to reconcile before, witnessing the death of the old man and the birth of a new life.

On the last day of the month, a huge barge came over Skady, the ship of Panlan's governor and Arya's troubled father, and when the day arrived, Hagrid, who had been prepared, wiped his cheeks and looked at the golden things outside the greenhouse, which filled the whole greenhouse, and shook in the air like an ocean.

They were half a man tall, plump, lush, and golden, and Arya lay in the wheat field, walking in the wheat field, enjoying the feeling, tasting the air mixed with the smell of wheat.

Today was the most special day, all the vows had been fulfilled, and the townspeople came with props, and they agreed with Hagrid to witness the miracle today and call the soldiers to where they liked and needed them.

Arya brushed her fingers over the plump ears of wheat and returned to the cabin, thanking her teacher and shouting.

"Teacher, we've done a miracle, now—" she said halfway, her little nose twitching slightly. What is that? ”

Hagrid stretched, he had bent over for too long, his huge body crouching down, and from the fire there was a white thing, a cake, to be exact, something made of wheat, eggs, cream, milk, and sugar.

"Is it, come and taste it?"

Arya covered her mouth in unimaginable and trotted to the edge of her seat excitedly, tasting an extremely fluffy and delicious piece with a spoon..."Hmm~"

She made a cute sound, then immediately covered her mouth and blushed. "Huh... This is indeed far beyond my imagination..."

Hagrid smiled and took a spoon to take a bite of the cake, and then he had to admit that even the starmarines' lackluster taste system could sense the flavors, even though the source of those flavors might not be the taste system.

They each tasted it slowly, but the "uninvited guest" was also attracted by the aroma, and when the door of the cabin was slowly opened, the uninvited and unknocked guy made Arya and Hagrid smile.

He commented when the Lord of Skady snuck up to the table and picked up the cutlery and put the broken cake in his mouth. "It's really the best food in this dark universe."

Arya said with a mouthful of unforgiving. "I don't know a planetary governor who steals old men and girls."

Hagrid asked. "Do you want to pick up the kids?"

Alan Bair nodded, this sentence is a pun, the child refers to the wheat, of course, there is Arya, she does not belong to Skadi, she is the pearl of Pan Lan's palm, this is not where she was born, just like the wheat is ripe and has to go to the mill.

But Alan Baier said suddenly. "But that's not the problem, how can I say it." He reached out to the cake again, only to be suddenly held by Arya's arm.

"Don't sell it!" The girl puffed out her face.

Alan Baier sighed. "Okay, I know, your cake isn't easy to eat..."

He said with an expression as if he had been treated like this for all his hard work. "I've convinced your robot daddy that he needs a few bags of wheat to get back Pan Lan to analyze, and to confirm Arya's growth during this time."

"In other words, well, the agricultural output here is your homework, and now this giant ship is here to get your results, if the level is qualified, and you are sure that you can help Pan Lan, you can stay in Skadi for further study!" Alan Baier ate the last piece of cake.

"How's that, is my intercession enough for me to eat cake?"

Arya wiped the tears of excitement from the corners of her eyes, no, it was "sweat", and replied. "You can eat as much as you want..."

(End of chapter)