There was silence in the woods.

Then, Onessa looked up, smiled lightly, and asked, "How's it going, isn't it pretty?"

"It's beautiful. Allegri nodded repeatedly, but then he didn't know how to answer. The two of them continued to move forward, with soft grass and fallen leaves under their feet, mottled shadows of trees, warm lights, and the sound of cars and horses rushing overnight could be heard from afar, and they suddenly felt like they were in a different world.

None of them spoke, staggering their positions slightly, and walking slowly one after the other. Onissa hung her head, her fingers playing with the corners of her clothes boringly, she wore a light blue dress today, and a white blouse over it, which was also her favorite outfit.

"Onetsa, wait...... Wait. Seeing that they were about to leave the woods, Allegri suddenly felt relieved and spoke.

"Huh?" the girl looked back at him, her eyes wide open like a confused fawn.

"Stop, don't move. Allegri waved her hand for her to stand, and he took a few steps back and began to sing in a low voice.

Onissa was even more puzzled, and stood in place, watching his strange behavior. The surging flame magic gradually gathered, and the air near Allegri even distorted slightly because of it. Time passed, and he chanted for a full five minutes, which was enough for a high-ranking fire spell to brew a large spell like "Meteor Fire Shower".

A wave of heat hit his face and then spread out to the surrounding area. Onisha raised her hand to comb her sideburns, and saw Allegri smiling at her.

The chant was over, and nothing seemed to have happened, but the nearby fires grew brighter and brighter. The girl turned her head to look around, and was shocked to find that the lights were flying out of the enchanted lanterns, floating from far and near, like swarms of fireflies, dancing around them.

Of course. They are much larger than fireflies.

"Look up. Allegri made a gesture, and when the girl did so, she flicked her fingers. A ball of flame broke away from the queue and burst into the air, bursting with a "crackle". Bloom in the night.

A flame splits into hundreds of sparks, and under Allegri's control, the bursting sparks pull out a series of filigree, which are brilliant and beautiful.

The second regiment, the third regiment, beams of fireworks flew into the air, and immediately exploded in the air. For example, the silver flowers of the fire tree illuminate the dark night. The inhabitants of the valley were also alarmed, scrambling to get out of the courtyard and into the streets to take in the view. It's just that they don't understand, is it a festival today, and needs to be celebrated with such fanfare?

In the reception office in the southwest of the town, Turanze watched the fireworks one after another from afar, and couldn't help but praise himself. Such a meticulous control. He can even form patterns with soaring flames, which only a high-level magician can do. But here's the problem. Master Allegri, why did you consume a huge amount of mana to create such a flashy scene?

"It's boring. After looking at it for a while, he commented. Poor Wind Mage, who didn't realize at this time, was one of the reasons why the girls didn't give a damn about him. It is this kind of stupid donkey thinking that does not understand the amorous feelings.

The fireworks continued, and Onisha looked up at the sky in a daze, until a "Do you like it?" next to her, and she noticed Allegri quietly walking to her side.

"Like. The girl nodded shyly and leaned back against Allegri's chest. There is a reassuring warmth.

Omha, the supreme capital of the Torm Federation, was named by the goddess of commerce herself, which is said to mean "the city of endless wealth".

Located between the Crystal Cape and the Falling Sail Islands, it is a bustling seaside city and the largest natural harbour in Torm. From here, fleets laden with cargo sailed from here to the Aalborg Empire, to the island of Dasselland in the west, and even to the wilderness across the ocean. The Mirror Sea Trade Road, which bypasses the Moon Song Forest in the south, connects the three major kingdoms of Torm, Buyada, and Sethstian, and is the most important maritime trade route in the south of the continent.

In the council hall on the north-western hill of Omha, members of the Council from all over the country have been arguing for three days.

Compared to the extravagant Golden Palace in Mahatma City, the Council Chamber of Torm is just as grand, but it is dilapidated, with mottled walls and peeled skin, which has not been properly repaired for decades. This may not seem to be commensurate with Torm's reputation for being wealthy, but the reason is simple: no one wants to do such a deal that is harmful to themselves.

Yes, for them, a qiē is a deal.

So in the council hall, the councillors were divided into three factions, arguing for their own interests. There are six top gate valves, more than 30 large business valves, and countless small and medium-sized business groups. They sent representatives to form the Supreme Council of the Federation, which was not able to dominate the country, and at the same time led to inefficiency.

"On the 21st of October, a contingent of mercenaries secretly assembled in the area under the jurisdiction of the Matero Merchant Order, and at noon on the 27th, infiltrated the territory of the Duchy of Ian, and then participated in the ambush of the Snowton Western Route Army in the early morning of the 28th......" The middle-aged member of the Standing Chamber, who read aloud, "This move violates Article 2 of Chapter 1 of the Golden Code, which was drawn up at the time of the establishment of Parliament, 'The Torm Federation shall be permanently neutral, shall not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, and shall not intervene in continental wars', and Article 5 of Chapter 2." No business group may use private arms to provoke war without a vote of the Council......."

"Representatives of the Matero Business Group, do you have any objections to this?" the white-haired prefect asked in a deep voice with squinting his old eyes. As a well-known wall-riding faction in the parliament, he is sandwiched between the six major business lords, which is really miserable, but every time he is running for a new election, the old guy jumps up and down again, obviously unable to let go of the power of the speaker.

"What Congressman Palop says is true," replied Anthony, the representative of the Matro family, as he stood up, "My lord, I apply to add another fact. ”

"Yes. The old speaker nodded.

"From the 21st to the 27th of October, a mercenary did pass through our territory," Anthony said, glancing left and right, and said in a loud voice, "but this force is not owned by us, nor is it hired by us...... The Matero Merchant Regiment has nothing to do with the mercenaries who attacked Snowdon's Western Route Army. ”

"Clearly," said one of the councilors on the left, sarcastically, "and you don't know anything about how many days they have been in your jurisdiction?"

"Well, I still know a little bit about this," Anthony sighed helplessly while slandering why the head of the family had handed over this dirty work to himself, "but my army is only 30,000 when it is full, and it is no match for it at all, so I can only shrink in the city of Papan and watch them lead their army east." ”

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）