After the breakfast ended, Gao Wen did not immediately start dealing with the territorial affairs as usual, but instead ordered Heti, who was preparing to leave: "Is there anything important to do in the morning?"

“No,” Herti said, but he replied, “The winter work plan has been arranged. There are only some daily tasks that can be handed over to the assistants this morning.”

"Then don't be busy going to the government office, go with me to the city."

Ten minutes later, Gao Wen and Hedi have already arrived in the central block of Cecil City, and Amber has also followed up as a Guard.

Walking on the streets of this new city, it is the unique vitality and vitality of Cecil City. The voices and horses and sounds of the ones come and go. The sights are full and full of energy. Healthy citizens, although they have entered the late autumn, due to the decrease in the activity of the giant day, the weather is getting colder every day, but these colds have not affected the life of the Cecil people, because of the opening of a lot of new projects in the new city of the North Shore. Numerous jobs and life opportunities are attracting more and more people to join the city and take up jobs. At this moment, Cecil is as lively as ever.

However, just over two years ago, this kind of thing was unimaginable for Ansu people and even unimaginable for any country in the north of the continent.

Therefore, whenever he walks on the streets of Cecil City, Gao Wen will have a feeling of relief. This kind of comfort will also make him feel more real about his life in this world and let him realize that he is It has become inextricably linked to the world, and it is not meaningless to realize that our efforts and actions have always been.

Amber followed by Gao Wen, she looked at the latter strangely, and seemed to see a little bit from the seemingly majestic face: as the lord's guard, she even followed Gao Wen's time. Both Bihti and Rebecca are long. Whether she wants or not, she is already familiar with the details in every expression of Gao Wen. She can see that Gao Wen has something to worry about, but she does not know whether to ask it.

Fortunately, Heti is still on the other side. Herti may not be as good at amber as she is, but she is a meticulous and sensitive person. After a little hesitation, the "big butler" opened her mouth with concern: "Ancestral, do you have a heart?" ”

Gao Wen really has something to worry about. He is thinking about the civil war outside the Rock Fortress. He thinks about the time when the Principality of Cecil has been developing for a few years, thinking about the threat of the Holy Light and other gods, thinking about those who have been silent for nearly a year. The cultist is not brewing a new plot, but in the sight of Hertillo's fear, he just seems to say casually: "After Luan City is settled... we can develop for years."

"As you said," Hetty bowed his head slightly. "A part of the production and construction plan has been scheduled for the second half of next year. As long as there is no major change in the external situation, the next few years will be the most critical development period of the Principality."

"Yeah... the premise is that there is no big change in the external situation..." Gao Wen said slowly, but in his mind he could not help but think of the powerful and eye-catching country: Tifeng, the empire that has already walked at the critical intersection of change, How long will it take to sit in Ansu’s civil war? Are they ready to start when Ansu is weak?

Maybe it's time to speed up Daniel's arrangement...

However, Gao Wen’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a scene on the street not far away.

He saw a group of people coming out of the corner of the street. Everyone wore a grass ring woven with some kind of gray-white thatch. They had pockets in their hands and kept out the white flowers from their pockets. On each door, he suddenly noticed that many pedestrians on the road actually wear white flowers and some wear them on the neckline, some on the hats, and some on the hands.

"What is the situation?" Gao Wen looked up not far. "What are they doing?"

Amber looked over there and said casually: "Oh, two days is the Anse Festival, and many people in the city are preparing."

"An Ling Festival?" Gao Wen was confused. "Is it a holiday? Have you had it last year?"

I don't know if it is an illusion. Heti suddenly had some hesitation when he spoke: "Last year... There were actually festivals last year, but at that time the territory was still very unstable and the materials were very tight, so there were only some small-scale activities, you probably There is no concern."

“Is that the case?” Gao Wen still has some confusion. “But how can I never know this festival?”

Herti looked at Gao Wen and his face looked a bit odd: "This festival... you don't know it is normal. It was only after you died...there was a day on the 45th of the frost month. The grass ring, the decorative cedar on the door and clothes, the night bonfire ceremony and the dance to commemorate the dead and communicate with the soul of the deceased."

"Oh, my 'after death' festival, no wonder," Gao Wen suddenly realized, and then he woke up and smelled. "Wait, frosty 45th? That is not the last time I went to the battlefield seven hundred years ago... ”

"As you might think," Herti's face was more eccentric. "This festival is a commemorative commemoration of the people who were originally only the leaders of Cecil, and then the first Duke Charlie and other founding dukes. Each of them held a commemoration of your event. After 27 years in Ansu, it became a national festival..."

Gao Wen: "..."

This means that people who have been in Ansu for two days will collectively wear flowers to sing and dance to celebrate his jealousy? !

At this time, he really wanted to say "Maya" like the Nicholas egg, but considering the image of his ancestors, he forcibly resisted it, but he couldn't help but screaming with eccentricity: "You guys... no, I have already lived. I don’t think there is anything wrong with this holiday."

"No way... After all, it’s been seven hundred years..." Herti’s face was almost tangled, but she knew that her ancestors must be more entangled than herself at the moment, and they could only explain it with scalp. The origin of the book has become the content that will be written in the history books. Only the aristocrats and scholars know one or two and they have to be more sophisticated. For the ordinary people, the Anse Festival has evolved into an ordinary festival. They commemorate the ancestors, comfort the ancestors, communicate the soul, and pray for peace. This...you should understand..."

"I..." Gao Wen has already had a white hair sweat, but after thinking hard about it, he found that he really can only understand that "self" died for seven hundred years, except for the first ten years. In addition, generations of Ansu people have long been accustomed to commemorating their ancestors on this day. In this world where there is a true **** and most of the ceremonial festivals are related to the gods, this is probably the only ceremonial offering that has nothing to do with God. Festival, he can't understand what else to do?

"Well, I understand, I understand," Gao Wen said with a headache in his eyebrows. At this moment, he suddenly felt that so many things in his mind had directly relegated to the second line. "Celebrate and celebrate..."

Herti sighed, she was nervous, but after all, this festival is "commemorating the great ancestor", theoretically full of glory, but the ancestor himself did not think it was worthy after climbing out of the coffin Commemoration, then let's talk about it. In fairness, she doesn't think that people all over the country are dancing around the campfire to commemorate their jealousy. It is a happy thing and they do it every year...

But when she had just breathed out of her breath and had not had time to breathe, she was interrupted by a sudden, energetic voice: "Ancestral adult! Aunt! Ah, amber! You are here!"

Herti looked up and saw Rebecca running from a distance with her jumps, and she saw at first glance that the silly scorpion was holding a large piece of cedar...

On the spot, she clearly and calmly realized: Oh, it’s finished.

Just such a sacred effort, Rebecca has already ran to the high-ranking three, this girl first cheerfully greeted Gao Wen, and then looked at Herti: "Aunt! Anning Festival is coming, we are I missed it last year. Should I have normal this year?"

Hetty almost gnashed his voice: "Rui-Bei-Card"

Rebecca didn't realize that there was anything wrong with the atmosphere: "Ah?"

Herti opened her mouth and just wanted to remind the girl to recall the origin of the Anse Festival, but she did not expect to quietly watch the amber for a long time. Suddenly, "After speaking, how did your members of the Cecil family go through the Anse Festival?" of?"

Amber, the head of the excellent military bureau, the head of the spy, the expert of intelligence warfare and vandalism, and one of the biggest promoters of the textbook-level public opinion campaign "Lu An Awakening", has three major strengths: stealing graves, stalking, and running. Arch fire.

Rebecca fell out of the pit directly, and was very pleased to start saying: "In fact, most of the content is the same as everyone. In the daytime, the cedar is decorated under the door and window, so that the ancestors can find home. Road, then hold a bonfire party in the evening, eat, drink, dance or something, and prepare more food to entertain the souls of the ancestors. The next morning, I will take away all the cedars and send them to the family cemetery. So that the soul can be sent back to where they sleep..."

Rebecca said as he looked at Gao Wen: "For the ancestors, do you want to... huh?"

Gao Wen looked at Rebecca with a blank expression: "Would you like to give me this flower directly? You can save you."

Rebecca: "..."

Gao Wen looked at Hedi again and continued to facelessly: "If the history of this child is not well learned, then no one will tell her the origin of the Anse Festival? Well, it is the family heir."

Rebecca finally reacted completely at this time, and with a cold sweat of a skull, he stood up straight and said: "I... I know! The Anning Festival was originally commemorated by the founding Duke of Govin Cecil. The event officially became a festival in Ansu 27 years..."

Gao Wen couldn't help but knock on the skull of this silly scorpion: "You don't know everything!"

Rebecca stared at the place where he was knocked: "I just didn't respond..."

Gao Wen's face is helpless: how can such a genius head that can seamlessly switch between magic technology and mechanical fields, how can it be straight and necrotic in other areas?

Rebecca looked at the change of Gao Wen's expression while shrinking his neck: "That... then our family still hasn't lived through the Anse Festival... Anyway, the ancestors are also alive."

However, Gao Wen did not give a reply in the first time. He just looked at the crowds on the streets not far from the preparations for the Angola Festival, but suddenly there was a strange feeling in his heart.

After a brief thought, he finally broke the silence: "Anshen Festival... still have to, I will be with you this year."

This time, not only Herti and Rebecca's eyes widened, but even the amber watching the movie was taken aback: "Ha?! What is your hobby?"

"The people who have climbed out of the coffin don't need to commemorate, but other souls... need comfort," Gao Wen sighed softly. "The old Cecil that fire... It's been two years."