My summons are weird

The Winter Festival is one of the most important festivals in the four countries of Mela.

At a time when magic cannot produce food from the land, hard work is the only way for the earth to give gifts to humans.

The aristocratic landowners greedily annexed the land, oppressed the civilians and forced them to change from citizens to legal slaves in order to have more voice-food.

A good harvest has become the common wish of all. The nobles longed for wealth and status improvement, the commoners hoped to have surplus food, and the slaves longed for less whipping and a sumptuous meal during the winter festival.

It symbolizes the end of the year, and it means moving from cold to warm, praying for a good harvest in the coming year. In the snowy winter, all countries will hold grand celebrations and dinner parties to wash away the filth of the year and usher in a new beginning with a clean and brand new self.

Solon was no exception. This year, the nobles' Winter Festival celebration was held at the Duke of Quinton's estate in the royal city of Rodmere.

Since Divic II, in order to express the unity of the nobles and share the joy with the people, the royal family moved the celebration out of the palace, and the influential dukes in the royal city took turns to hold it.

And the emperor will definitely come to the scene in person, release a slave with everyone present, pour the newly brewed mead on the earth, and put the bread and cooked meat on the highest place to worship the sky.

It wasn't too early for Tanya to arrive. Under the crystal lighting, in the manor of the Duke of Quinton, the nobles were already holding glasses filled with wine, smiling and inviting people around to clink their glasses.

Clothes from the trendy capital of Sligo dominated the gala dinner, with summer, autumn and winter styles competing.

The woman wearing the "old-fashioned" tutu skirt proudly looks like a fighting rooster, using the huge skirt to cut through the trendy crowd, but the crowd always "heals" again after they pass by, those light, Beautiful, seductive costumes fascinate them, and those old... deserve to decay.

The novelty of Sligo melted the conservative ice in the simplest and rude way, and the most primitive demand for beauty and some ancient impulse made the nobles of all countries welcome this change.

The church still preaches that this is the temptation from the devil, leading people to fall, but the fact is often that the lower class is willing to listen but cannot afford to buy it, while the upper class listeners are gradually abandoned by the trend and are out of place, just like the chief of a primitive tribe entering a magnificent palace .

The young women in evening gowns showed a little disdain and disdain in their humility, and smiled to make way for these "roosters" again and again. They raised their hands intentionally or unintentionally, revealing the translucent black and white that gently wrapped around their wrists. Colored silk wristbands, and flaunting the corners of the skirt when receiving compliments, revealing the various colored silk stockings that once belonged to men and are now popular among women—the faintly visible skin is shining with hazy beauty, and the curves that attract people's imagination Charming and touching the hearts of countless people.

Like a huge show, the warm fireplace makes the spacious hall warm like spring, giving great freedom to those women who desire to show their exquisite figure and fair body, and also giving those young men with strong hormones a chance to show off their strong physique. Opportunity.

The black tunic evening dress made the well-shaped Tania the focus of everyone the moment she entered the venue. The polite and courteous compliments followed one after another. She responded properly with a smile that no one could see through. There was a sense of presence, and then the servant led him out of the mansion on the pretext of needing some air.

Knowing Tanya's dry mouth, Chi Hong brought out a glass of wine.

"Thank you..." Tanya suddenly noticed the burly figure in the shadow not far away before she had finished drinking.

She took a sip and walked forward with a smile: "Brother, are you having a tryst with your lovely clerk?"

Zenier glanced at Tanya, and continued to calmly explain the implementation of the clerk's territory, without any shyness, and was astonishingly frank.

It wasn't until the clerk finished recording and left that Zenier turned around: "I have to deal with the affairs of the territory. What about you? Why did you come out?"

"I'm tired of hearing their compliments." Tania chuckled.

Zenier lowered his head, looked at it carefully for a while, and then...a ball of light emerged from his palm, illuminating Tanya with a bright and non-glare light.

Like an excellent artist who evaluates a work of art rigorously and meticulously, Zenier said after a long time: "This body is very beautiful."

Just when Tanya was about to say "perfunctory", Zenier added.

"Selah wore this suit, exactly the same, better looking than you, you know, she has a good figure, tall, beautiful, bright and moving, so this dress has been branded with her marks, and you are indeed not as good as her. "

"Of course, if you don't compare, just look at it from the perspective of clothing matching, Tania...you really look good."

Rigorous...infuriating, frank rigor!

Tania wanted to get angry, but seeing her brother's serious face, she lost her temper.

"You really don't know how to make women happy. No wonder Sera chose Lu Yu instead of you... Women need to be conquered, not just conquered. Brother, politics, force, wisdom, your excellence is enviable, but in love On the other hand...you always provide a ton of jokes for everyone.”

Zenier was about to say something when a loud voice came from a room not far away.

The butler of the Duke of Kunton led a team of guards and dragged out a group of slaves who were tied up with ropes and iron chains. The last butler who walked in cursed and said: "How dare you steal the honorable guests? food, flogging, and execution!"

The slaves who were sentenced to death knelt down in an instant. Regardless of the pull of the guards, they desperately kowtowed for mercy and humbly begged for their lives.

"My lord...we are so hungry...no food for a day, our stomachs are burning...we just picked up some garbage that no one wanted, and it was about to be dumped..."

Before the slave could finish speaking, the whip fell on him.

"When did you have the right to talk back?"

"Ah!" The man was whipped on his back and immediately rolled in the snow.

"Everyone in the castle didn't eat for a day to welcome the guests, why are you the only one hungry, you stinky mouse!"

"Ah... Please, don't hit me..."

"You still dare to scream and disturb the distinguished guests, what awaits you will never be relief!"

As the guards swarmed up, the whip bloomed on the slave who spoke first in turn, and after a while he was bloody and bloody and stopped rolling and crying.

The guard kicked the man upright, tried his breath: "Not dead yet."

"Take it to the old place, today is the winter season, the Duke's pets will like fresh blood food."

"What about these thieves?" the guard asked.

"Does the Duke only have one pet?" After the butler reprimanded the guards, he stopped a few servants who had just come from a distant kitchen, "Hurry up, Duke Bella was already asking us why there is no steak cooked with wine, The honey venison requested by Marquess Colin...has been delivered, that's good."

Zenier glanced at Tania: "Do you want fame?"

"This is Duke Quinton's slave," Tania said.

"Today is the cold festival, such a festival should be less bloody." After saying that, Zenier stepped out.

Tanya leaned against the wall quietly, watching the butler nod and bow from his high toes, watching those slaves who were desperately waiting to die kissing Zenier's feet... She didn't say anything thoughtfully .

The appearance of the black owl pushed the celebration of the winter festival to its climax. Divic, dressed in full costume, walked through the half-kneeling nobles in the hall, his steady and powerful steps echoing, declaring his supreme authority.

Divic was in a good mood. He went south to Civita to lure the lords who were ready to move. It was an unexpected gain for them to collude with the snow monster. The "criminal evidence" prepared before did not need to come in handy. Solon could be justified Root out their foundations without giving any excuses.

The influence of the empire should not be underestimated, thinking it has dozed off, its sharp claws can't touch the far frontiers to make a difference, it's just the arrogance of them who don't need any wisdom to sit in that position —Unreasonable arrogance.

Traveling to Civita is to sweep away the maggots and deter the lord; the second is to use the body as bait to attract the snow monster to show up and kill it.

The people sang that he had set his sights on the nations of Solon, determined to change their fate...

Solon is like a sophisticated puppet under the hands of a puppeteer, working perfectly... If it is so perfect, why change it?

The structure of power is stable, and every position has been occupied by suitable people. As the head of Solon, what Divic has to do is to maintain the current order, and changing the power frame is the last option that the ruler needs to consider .

Divik was not interested in changing the situation of races outside the seven major clans of Solon.

Today, Solon, a country established after the invasion of the Imbued Spirit, has been running smoothly for five hundred and seventy-two years. Return to calm.

For the past five hundred and seventy-two years, Solon, who was born from the corpse of Melias, has survived wind and rain and prospered. Now and even in the future, Solon will still be like this—except for the tide of magic power, nothing can defeat the order like an iron barrel and the suffocating conservativeness.

In order to deal with the possible tide of magical power, Divic had already made preparations in advance. He provoked his offspring to fight and let them grow and mature in a harsh environment.

When the magic wave is reshuffled, even if the huge Solon falls apart and has territories all over Solon, they who have accumulated resources will be revived under the name of "Solon".

With this layout, Divic believed that Solon's rule over this land would continue indefinitely.

The honey wine that prayed to the earth mother for a good harvest was poured by him.

Bread and meat were placed on the top of the castle clock tower by him riding a Pegasus, and he himself rang the bell three times for good weather in the coming year.

Untie the rope that binds the slaves, burn the contract representing freedom with fire, and spread benevolence to show the sincerity of the heart.

Thunderous applause sounded when the slaves regained their freedom. The people who participated in the release were full of joy, enjoying the recognition and praise brought by kindness. Bathed in intoxicating applause, they saluted the sky and the earth politely.

Feixue fascinated Tanya's eyes. She brushed aside the hair that covered her eyebrows, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a person whose face was purple from the cold, and whose steps were weak, broke into the area where the black owl was defending.

Many people noticed this embarrassed intruder, and Zenier, who was talking with the clerk, suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

After a while, a black owl went straight to Divic and whispered in his ear.

Divic's pupils shrank, and he found an excuse without being surprised, declined the invitations of several dukes, and got on the carriage back to the palace.

After arriving at the study, the suppressed emotions finally erupted. Diweik asked with a frosty face, "Clarify to me, what exactly do you mean by completely losing contact!"

"Literally speaking, Blue Helmet, Taro Banyan, Xingjin... the three northern frontier cities lost contact last night, and the magic messengers of the twelve surrounding city-states have been unable to effectively transmit information."

"Many magicians from the large-scale Xiangfeng Adventure Group in the north of Solon were invited to accompany the cavalry. After entering the Xingjin City area, all the communication maintained failed, and the magic messenger could no longer locate them."

"A surprise attack on the northern border?" Divic walked towards the wall, pointing his fingers at several city-states that had lost contact. "The elves launched an all-out war?"

"An all-out war won't prevent a city-state from escaping even a single living person. It will interfere with a dozen city-states to transmit information. The elves don't have such power. If it's a sea monster, I'm willing to believe it." Black Owl agreed calmly. analyze.

"Do you mean that my people of Solon were swallowed by a giant beast and disappeared completely?" Diweik snorted coldly.

After layers of inspection by the black owl, another travel-worn messenger was ushered into the study.

"Honeywind City has completely lost contact, and all twelve messengers who were active in the surrounding area have lost contact... In the last communication, they relayed an unusually strange sentence from a magician in the city."

"Weird?" Divic, who was in a hurry, frowned immediately when he heard this description.

The courier tremblingly delivered the magic device that preserved the magician's voice. After the black owl checked that it was all right, it started playing under Diweik's attention.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the spacious study room. With the rhythm of breathing, everyone's heart was tightly clenched.

"My dead child... who opened a thousand pairs of eyes... embraced me with countless hands..."

The magician's voice was hoarse and dry, and his speaking rhythm was like that of a poor opera singer holding a script and reciting from a script, but the words seemed to be filled with a strange magic power, which made people dizzy.

"What a beautiful radiance, purple...bewitching..."

"Ah... boy, that's my boy...he's back, he's calling me..."

shudder.

Even the well-informed black owl couldn't help being breathless when he heard the words full of madness and imagination.

The shocked Divik said angrily because he was frightened: "So, what happened to our city-states in the north? Fifteen front-line city-states with a large population are the pride of the empire. The highly active messengers only Can you give me such a mysterious and incomprehensible lunatic's quotations?"

"Who is our enemy?"

"Has the city fallen?"

The messenger was sweating profusely and did not dare to raise his head.

Diweik stopped looking at the messenger, and said in a deep voice: "Since they have the ability to prevent the magic messenger from delivering the message, it proves that their appetite is more than that. If the fifteen northern border towns can't satisfy them, they will definitely ask for more. soil!"

"Send a magician, a powerful magician, to the city near the lost city-state, and establish a smooth communication. I want to know who is isolating our land of Solon!"