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Before the bonfire, the melodious orchestral sound was played, and the beautiful melody pushed the atmosphere of celebration of the goddess Ceres to the whole. The villagers of the newest farm also brought up the sacrifices that had been prepared. They were soft bread baked with flour made from the first batch of harvested wheat this year, and exquisitely woven with straw, flowers, and olive branches. The garlands were embellished and thrown into the bonfire together as a gratitude to the gods for blessing this year's harvest.

Although accepting the enlightenment of Christ, these rural people are thanking the gods for their gifts in their own way. I saw that the villagers, men, women, young and old, were enjoying carnival and dancing in front of the bonfire. At the same time, Justinian and Odosia, who were sitting on the haystack, couldn't stand the warm invitation of the villagers and were drawn together to participate in the carnival.

I saw the villagers holding hands around the bright bonfire forming a big circle, singing and dancing, which is different from the magnificence of aristocratic dance. These unpretentious actions reveal the breath of wild grass. Princess Odosia, who was infected by this kind of breath, was still a little restrained at first, but she was finally immersed in it under a slight drunkenness, dancing and dancing on the melody and syllables as if she was a little drunk. On the contrary, Justinian, who was next to her, looked very clumsy and could only barely keep up with the tempo, which was not as calm as he was at the Wiscariburg Noble Ball at the time.

Especially when the villagers holding hands in the circle in front of the bonfire dispersed amidst the sound of the bard, the men and women were divided into pairs and danced, and Justinian looked at the emperor in the white dress in front of him. I can't even stretch my feet.

A bunch of bonfires were burning and the night was red. A group of men and women in strange costumes were dancing frantically around the bonfire, making sharp or low noises. But Justinian felt a blank inside his head until The woman in front of her proactively extended her hand to herself.

"It's not like you at all, Justinian!" With a chuckle, Odosia took the rough palm of Justinian's hand, her voice sounding like a natural sound at this moment.

At this moment, looking at the emperor’s eyes were big and bright, and the bonfire seemed to be burning in her eyes. This scene made all the worries and fatigue in Justinian’s heart disappear in a flash. Face to face, holding both hands, Justinian finally caught up to the music beat and danced with Odosia, smelling the smell of the flame, but there was a refreshing feeling, unknowingly he followed the woman in front of him. I completely forgot everything... But when his gaze swept over the almost perfect face with a slight drunkenness, Justinian subconsciously avoided Odosia's sight.

He knew that he was a little tempted, but this kind of heartbeat was obviously out of place. The performance of Odosia in front of him was just a little drunk, and even her subconscious expression of goodwill for Justinian was only in fetters. The accumulation of emotions is just a little bit, which can't be taken seriously. At this moment, Justinian couldn't help but think of what Grand Duke Anastasius had said and remembered the promise he had made. For a while in the autumn wind, his back was sweaty!

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At the same time, in the city of Tripolis, although the nobles were not interested in offering sacrifices to the goddess Sirius, they took advantage of this to hold a dinner party and drank dadan. In a sense, this is also the highlight of Moria’s nobles every year. Although they have just driven away the invaders, they have no such consciousness, and they serve delicacies, wines, fruits and vegetables to their heart's content. Feast on the dining table. The only difference from previous years is that the atmosphere of this banquet this year obviously did not allow them to enjoy themselves. And if all of this is to be in the final analysis, of course, they have to be bestowed by their new governor Justinian, at least many Moria nobles think so. It was precisely because of the arrival of that young man that a large number of aristocratic fiefs outside the establishment were checked and confiscated, and the military district guards who were originally private soldiers of the Pronian aristocrats were also ordered to be released, which made many vested interests dissatisfied. Originally, even though Justinian was favored by Grand Duke Anastasius, Moria’s old nobles weren’t too worried. Young people with such drastic handwriting would have been able to deal with them as long as they encountered some setbacks. However, as Justinian continued to gain horrendous military exploits, there was a split among them.

Because of this, this year's banquet has become particularly unpleasant this year.

"Hmph, have you heard? Our dear governor, as the successor chosen by the Grand Duke, is at this time mixing with a group of rural villagers to celebrate the festival of infidels. It is ridiculous! Let this People lead us, it really makes me feel terrified!" Picking up the red wine in front of me, Earl Conil, now the most noble among the opposition nobles, sneered and said ~www.ltnovel.com~ and his words just fell off. , The Moria nobles who followed the Earl of Conil beside him also burst into laughter, full of ridicule. For them, Justinian’s behavior is entirely an act of surrender, and they are happy to sit here and watch jokes.

But just as they were laughing, a discordant voice rang in their ears.

"Oh, is it? But I don't think that people who live this kind of drunkenness can lead our revival empire to drive the Latins from our land!" The sentence on the opposite side of the banquet, with obvious sarcasm, took the time. So the nobles such as Earl Conil suddenly changed their colors.

But when Conil saw clearly what the person was saying, he swallowed the reprimand from his lips for a while.

Suppressing the faint anger, Conil still sneered: "Who am I? It turns out to be Miss Alexia, but it's no wonder that it is the reason why our dear governor, Papadolos. The family family can continue to survive. As for what you said, then we can wait and see." This is the so-called differentiation. As Justinian’s prestige rises step by step, the Papadolo family is led by the family. A part of the nobles of the Kingdom have fallen to Justinian, this is what Count Conil is most dissatisfied with, but he has no choice but to attack and mock with words.

However, Alexia, the daughter of the Countess Agnes, was not irritated by this provocation at all. Instead, she replied coldly: "I hope your Excellency can say the same thing in front of Lord Justinian. ! It’s not just being good for me here, isn’t it?"