Rise In Calradia

"The leaves are falling..."

Looking at the slowly falling yellow leaves, Jamila sighed.

Winters in Rhodes have always been warmer than those in the north, and even though the north has been covered with snow and ice, the south is still green. Jamila remembers that when she was little, she loved going outside in the winter. Because the snow has already started to fall in the north at this time, people are relying on the stored materials for the winter, and if they want fresh fruits and vegetables, they can only come here to purchase.

At that time, the Rhodoks didn't have to worry about wintering at all. In their hearts, vegetation would grow in all seasons, fruits and vegetables could be eaten all year round, and winter reserves and thick clothes were all things that happened in the Karad Empire two hundred years ago. The cold has long since left them, and it is said that Veluga, even in the further north of Fort Gruenward, or even in the south of Uxhall, is a thing that can be ignored in winter. Until Jamila was seven years old when she saw the first snow in the south, she and her friends were so happy that they even got together to play with the boys, even the poor children who usually had to work endlessly to eat and drink. , also got a chance to get involved because their parents were staring blankly at the sky. It was a good memory for Jamila, but sadly, it was not good news for the land.

After that, Vikia's snow line extended all the way to the south, and Swadia's winter snow went from a shallow layer to enough to touch the ankles. The people of Uxhall had to learn from their compatriots in the north to get used to wintering. Every household was prepared with thick clothes. The demand for animal skins suddenly increased so that all the wild animals around the villages and towns were bad luck. People could actually choose cotton, but at that time Swadia was preparing for the war, and the cotton cloth, which was not cultivated in small quantities and produced large quantities, was all bought or collected by noble lords and kings.

The winter in Veluga is getting colder and colder. The trees that were evergreen all year round have withered away a lot, and the deciduous trees have grown all over the place. In just a dozen years, the climate of Rhodok has undergone great changes. And what changed with it was the situation in the entire Calradia continent.

Jamila tightened her shawl a little. Under the cold wind, her body began to tremble slightly. However, she also knew that the cold on her body could be warmed, but the cold in her heart could not be eliminated. .

The attendants rushed over and whispered softly to her, she sighed and turned helplessly.

She is unwilling to turn around at this time, even if the weather has cooled down, she is still willing to stay here for a while every day, looking at the deciduous tree that sprouts when she was nine years old, calming her heart and recalling her past Life, those beautiful and happy lives.

But when she stopped thinking and turned around, what she saw was the wreckage and the people who survived the disaster and waited for her. Houses can be rebuilt, but the dead cannot be brought back to life. Newborns are born, but old memories are hard to fade away. Even Jamila herself almost died in the disaster that shook the earth. It was the guards who kept the night vigil that managed to get out of the house without being crushed to death. And the tragic situation after the disaster made her fall into nightmares every night.

Although Jamila has seen the cruelty of war, she is still a young woman after all, and she has been hurt many times in her heart. She was finally named a noble by Byron and obtained a fief, but she was looked down upon by many old-fashioned nobles, but those old guys Still licking his face and proposing to her, and even willing to adopt the "wild seed", so as to obtain this fief that Byron has operated for a long time. And in the process, Aileen didn't say a word, which made her feel extremely chilled. And when she finally got used to this position and everything started to develop in a good direction, the earthquake destroyed most of the town, took hundreds of people's lives, and almost destroyed her hope.

At this darkest moment, she could only cover up the sadness in her heart, organize rescues as much as possible, and together with Bandak and Desaiwei, she rescued the surrounding people day and night, and provided food, housing, medicine, etc. More than a thorny problem, and the broken road makes it difficult for her to know the outside world and ask for help. This made Jamila's body and spirit on the verge of collapse. Until Byron's messenger arrived, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and hoped again.

She adored Byron, and she adored the man from the bottom of her heart who had brought her out of her doom. He took himself out of the birdcage-like boudoir, allowing her to walk freely on the continent, and saw with her own eyes the sights she had imagined, those distant sights that only existed in poetry. She saw a vast snow field that seemed to have no end in Vikia, which was a miraculous sight for a southerner. On the vast Kujit prairie, wild horses released by the Kujit people ran. The herds of cattle and sheep and the unique life of the grassland people made her know the meaning of the distance. Even the Salanders who often appear in Veluga, Jamila has refreshed her understanding of them. The land full of exotic flavors still occasionally appears in her dreams. It was a hard time. The life of a mercenary was not easy, but it was also a fulfilling and wonderful experience. It was also during that experience that she met that person, that handsome young Vicya, that brave and charming knight, that educated nobleman who treated her very politely, that man who changed her destiny.

Gu is just like her journey, she saw the beautiful scenery in the distance, and saw those magnificent sights, which made her truly change from a girl who loves fantasy to a real traveler, a competent manager, and more. She found a love that made her fall into the trap of happiness. However, she also saw a lot of things she hadn't considered. In the few green fields of Vikia, the serfs worked in starvation, without even a pair of shoes to cover their toes when it was cold. Snow hunters traveled through the woodlands all day, letting the cold wind hurt their cheeks and make their bodies look teenaged, but even so they were on the brink of life and death just to pay taxes. The aristocracy, on the other hand, enjoyed the good food and wine of the South and wore beautiful fur coats.

Nords are more reasonable than she imagined, they are hardworking farmers, good sailors, and even smart businessmen, but for one thing, they are by no means competent rulers. Nord immigrants drove away the original owners of these lands, suppressed them by force, drove them into the mountains to work as miners and hunters, or as tenant farmers for Nord farmers. For a hundred years, Nord culture has become Replacing the original culture, Nord's immigrants have also become the main body of the local. To this day, the ethnic issue still exists. The Yars extract wealth from their fiefs as much as possible. Those non-Nord ethnic groups still have to pay double the tax rate and are not allowed to serve in the army, which is why the Nord army It seems so pure, because foreigners are not qualified to participate in that glorious battle.

The herdsmen in Kujit are simple and honest, and they are strong-willed and hard-working, which left a deep impression on Jamila. But she will never forget how those simple and honest herdsmen turned into cruel wolves when the horn sounded. They mercilessly plundered all the unconquered lands they passed through, plundered wealth and women and children into their steppes, and burned everything they could not take away. Most of the Yan people regard their own land as a pocket that can be taken out of the dinar at any time, and the business trips are miserable. Jamila was listening to the chat between Byron and Ressalit. She knew that today's Kujit grassland used to be a combination of vast plains, woodlands and parts of grasslands. , those lands were completely burned, and with human intervention and climate change, they eventually became the Kugits' favorite pasture. This is also why there are cities and agricultural settlements in the prairie, because those are the remnants of old civilizations.

As for Salander... Jamila really loves their unique culture and customs and doesn't even mind each other's religion. But she could not accept the slave system of the Salanders. The slaves worked like livestock, and they were driven to reproduce like livestock, so that the slave owners made a lot of money. She couldn't bear to watch the thirsty slaves walk down the road with bare feet under the scorching sun and leather whip, and she didn't want to ask how the female slaves were accustomed to scratching their heads. The West, otherwise they will suffer the same fate as free men. After all, in Salander culture, most of the conquered were destined to become servants, tenant farmers, and slaves.

And the person she loved, the person she thought loved her, finally abandoned her ruthlessly. Occasionally, she would write to Elaine, but all of them were lost, and her messenger told her that Elaine would not bring it up, and each time was accompanied by a long silence. Does he still love her? Jamila bit her lower lip, but she didn't dare to give herself an accurate answer. All she knew was that their children were growing up day by day, and this little cutie who survived the disaster would know about her origins sooner or later. If they were still like that, how would she face her son?

Jamila didn't know, and didn't want to think about it. She is tired, not physically, but also mentally.

She can only keep herself busy with her work and take care of her own people. The only consolation she can get is the greeting from Byron. She had never fallen in love with this interesting man, but her feelings for him were probably deeper than that. She prefers to call him her brother, or mentor, or best friend, in any case, she regards him as her relative. She has already made up her mind that when her children can start asking themselves about their father, let her recognize Lord Byron as the godfather, even if Byron is not a believer. She will definitely do it, even if she has to kneel down and beg him, she must make sure that her child will not lose her support, and will not be despised and looked down upon by others. At least not on the surface.

Jamila sighed. She raised her head, but the servants could notice that her eyes, which were full of sadness, had now gleamed a little, and the baroness had seen a glimmer of hope.

She had already made up her mind that since the continent was so bad, she should choose a new path. The former Karad Empire allowed commoners and nobles to solve problems through meetings, check and balance power, and select a competent monarch to rule the country, then they may try to do it. Today's kings can't do this, they won't accept this idea, and they won't think about improving the plight of the bottom people. The nobles don't have many good things. He has to rely on one person to accomplish this, and She just met this person!

"Let's go, go back, Desaiwei and Bandak are still waiting for me, I have some ideas and can talk to them."

Baroness Jamila Conti took off her shawl and threw it to the servants beside her. She stepped on the stirrups skillfully and stepped onto her pure white horse, and walked briskly towards Serendil Town.