"Patriarch, the school is not a necessity for the current city of dawn.
There are many more important tasks than school. I have asked the city hall to set up an evening class in the square for learning. There will be two sessions a week to teach civilians to read. "
Reed shook his head.
"Schools are necessities and must be built in the future.
Education is a big project, and the city of dawn in the future must have more sophisticated talents.
But it does need to be ranked behind. "
Educational power is an unchanging truth. Most of the city of Dawn is low-level civilians, and many people don't even know their own names.
Only with a high-quality population base can it be possible to produce more outstanding top talents. This is a truth that everyone must admit.
The probability of an illiterate farmer teaching a talent can never be higher than the probability of a 15th-level archmage teaching a talent.
However, it is indeed early to build the school, and all aspects of work are far from being done.
At least you have to eat and wear warmth to be in the mood to talk about education.
"The war is over, and the City of Dawn is about to be restored to its development track.
We cannot stop our development momentum just because of a war. "
The eyes of Reed flashed a bit heavy.
"Tomorrow a hero's funeral will be held. I want all the heroes who died for the city of Dawn to receive the most glorious respect."
When talking about this topic, Harrison's eyes dimmed slightly.
"Yes, the patriarch." He is the only second-generation blood of the blood clan not born in this battle. When other people died in the front line, he could only wait for news in the rear.
Harrison couldn't help but wonder if he did something wrong. Is it really right not to learn offensive magic?
If the enemy hits the city of Dawn one day, will he only be able to release the buffing magic behind the blood?
Harrison couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Reed looked at Harrison's dim eyes and seemed to understand his thoughts, and shook his head slightly, "Harrison, not everyone has to charge on the battlefield.
The city of Dawn teaches you how to manage it. I am relieved that your role here can be compared to three 15th-level archmages. "
The fact is indeed the case. If Harrison hadn't been helping him with trivial political affairs in the City of Dawn, he wouldn't have so much energy to do other things.
The talents are diverse. They can be business prides, managerial talents, builders, or blacksmiths who forge weapons.
If a city has only strong combat power, it is undoubtedly unbalanced, unless it is strong enough to ignore all enemies, otherwise it can only be regarded as a crappy walk.
Harrison nodded, the dimness in his eyes slowly disappeared, and bright again.
"Patriarch...I think I understand"
...
The purpose of starting the war is to gain a greater living space. This theme has not changed since the beginning.
And the soldiers killed in a battle are often the most heartbreaking.
With the integration of the residents of the City of Dawn and the Holy Light Blood Race, the original fear and jealousy have long since disappeared, and in exchange for a harmonious relationship between them.
However, after this war, many residents discovered that the kinsmen who had been talking to them a few days ago had covered the white shroud, put them in the black coffin, and left them forever.
Such sudden parting is often very unacceptable.
But no war will not die.
With the publicity of the Propaganda Department.
The evening of the next day.
At dusk, the residents of the entire city of Dawn gathered spontaneously on the square of Dawn.
These residents dressed in black or dark clothes, with a white flower on their chests, stood in the square with dignified expressions, looking at the coffins neatly arranged on the square with complex eyes.
Above each coffin is placed a picture drawn with magic, and the smiling faces have now become eternal.
In the center of dozens of coffins, a corpse of a cyclops, as large as a hill, lay peacefully.
The head was covered with a long white cloth, and the dense scars on his body showed the bravery in front of the cyclops.
Twenty blood races have been using magic to protect the corpse to avoid high temperature damage.
At dusk, the pale golden light flickered in the sky.
Below is the grieving crowd.
The atmosphere is very easy to infect each other, even if some do not know the blood family who died in battle, but in this atmosphere, no one can remain indifferent.
"City Lord Cachar is here"
He whispered, and then the crowd turned their heads.
Seeing the figure wearing a black mage robe and a white flower on his chest, the crowd's eyes showed excitement.
"Good day, under the crown of Kachar..."
"City Lord Kachar..."
For a while, it seemed that even the sad atmosphere in the air was much less.
This is their king, the master of dawn, the crown of the great god, and their savior.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Reed stepped solemnly on the bluestone ground without turning, and walked directly through the gap between the coffins, step by step.
The crowd in black, with conspicuous white flowers on their chests, turned their eyes as Reed moved forward.
The black coffin, the corpse of the cyclops, everything is full of sadness.
Reed glanced over the pictures with smiles on the coffin, and his heart became solemn.
These are well-deserved heroes in the city of dawn, and their achievements are destined to be recorded in the history of the city of dawn.
Step on~ Step on~
The sound of stepping on the slate was very low, and he reached the high platform step by step.
Reed looked down at the silent crowd below with its dark and deep gaze, and took a deep breath after feeling the solemn atmosphere in the air.
"Our people, I am your city lord, Kachar"
The standard opening remark, but unlike the past, the tone of Reed is very low and serious.
Betty and Isha also participated in the rally, and the two girls also wore black robes customized for them by the tailor shop today.
Isha's eyes lit up immediately after watching Reed, and her little hand held Betty tightly.
But Betty, the Valkyrie of the North, looked around with a bit of curiosity. Although she had a good impression of the city, she was used to seeing life and death, and she did not feel too sad about death.
People in the North never fear death, let alone warriors who died on the battlefield. This is an honor.
She was interested in how these civilians would be so sad at the sacrifice of the vampire.
This is unimaginable anywhere else.
"Today, we are going to hold a great funeral for our hero"
"The Holy Light Blood Race is the protector of the city of Dawn and the guardian of all residents.
Every Holy Light Blood Race lying peacefully in the coffin beside you sacrificed for the City of Dawn. "
"They are heroes, well-deserved heroes, and heroes that every Dawn City resident should respect."
The tone of Reed is sad.
"No one wants to give up his life, but for the relatives and friends behind him, for the land under his feet, and for the lover in his arms.
Every holy light blood clan stood up unswervingly for this. They sacrificed their lives in exchange for the vigorous development of the city of Dawn. "
"Each of us is a beneficiary"
"Today, we are here to mourn the heroes who sacrificed for the City of Dawn. This is their honor!"
The voice of Reed has an irresistible incitement, and the tone becomes more and more high-pitched.
"I swear an oath to my people in the name of the patriarch of the Holy Light Blood Clan, the City Lord of Dawn.
From now on, as long as the residents who died for the sake of the city of Dawn, whether they are civilians or the holy light blood, they are eligible to be buried in the hero's cemetery and will be praised by everyone in the city of dawn. "
"In order to commemorate these heroes who sacrificed for the city of dawn, I will build a monument to heroes of dawn in the city of dawn,
Every hero who gave his life for the city of dawn should be remembered! "
This remark made the crowd below excited. Everyone who sacrificed for the city of Dawn can get such an honor, which makes them incredible.
How many people do not want to be praised and admired after they die? The civilians in the past were too humble, so humble that no one would care about them, at this time they once again felt recognized and valued.
The security team and other city hall employees were even more excited. They felt the meaning of their existence in the words of the Lord Kachar.
Those who paid for the city of dawn will not be forgotten.
"Cathar crowned, long live!!"
"Long live the Lord Kachar!!"
"..."
As the civilians shouted loudly, the sad breath disappeared a lot.
Looking at the handsome figure on the high platform, countless residents were sincerely grateful at this time.
Reed took a deep look at the crowd. The sacrifice of heroes is a very sad thing, but it can also turn this sad thing into a good thing that unites the people and guides everyone to be positive.
After the noise of the crowd dropped, he continued.
"I hope every resident will remember today this day."
"In order to commemorate the heroes who died, I decided to make the time of their sacrifice-May 10th, as the hero's anniversary.
Every year on May 10th, we will hold a memorial ceremony for the dead heroes. "
The tone of Reed paused, looking at the crowd looking at him scorchingly below.
Loud voice.
"Now, for the funeral of the hero"
"Flower Offering"
At this time, on the street outside the square, Niluo, the priest of the sect of breaking dawn, wore a white priest's robe, followed by twenty goddesses, and stepped forward with white flowers in his hands.
There is indescribable majesty and holiness in Niluo's pale golden pupils, and the people around them unconsciously raised solemn expressions after seeing the saint.
No one dares to blaspheme the majesty of the gods.
Step by step.
The goddess chanted chants in a low voice behind her, the scene was full of strong religious atmosphere.
Under everyone's gaze, Niluo gently placed the flowers in her hand on the coffin in the middle.
The white flowers and the dark coffins formed the sharpest contrast.
After offering flowers, Niluo bowed deeply to the coffin and held her chest, and finally turned back to the goddess and sang hymns in a low voice.
The crowd began to step forward spontaneously, placing the white flowers on their hands or the flowers on their chests on the coffin.
The whole scene is solemn and extremely holy.
Everyone was full of inexplicable sense of honor on this occasion, and it seemed that being able to participate in it was a thing worthy of everyone's gratitude.
It took a full half a day before the crowd finished offering flowers.
At this time, a thick layer of flowers has been stacked on the coffin.
Reed still has a heavy tone.
"Sent into the Heroes' Cemetery"
After hearing the order, the security team on the side stepped forward to lift the coffin.
The giant cyclops was lifted by the hands of twenty blood family mages.
The scene was very shocking.
Dozens of coffins, plus the corpse of a cyclops, walked out along the streets of the city of dawn.
All the residents followed the funeral procession.
At this time, the crowd has come first, and there is no longer the estrangement and strangeness of the past. At this time, they are all standing together.
They are all seeing off the heroes.
The flowers on the coffin fell on the bluestone ground little by little as they moved forward, and the scene was extremely poignant.
A avenue paved with flowers appeared on the streets of the city of dawn as the coffin went forward, and the flowers that fell from the coffin were endowed with an unspeakable sacredness.
Reed supports the coffin at the front of the funeral procession.
In the crowd, countless eyes were watching this scene, all eyes were moved.
Even Betty, who is used to seeing countless lives and deaths of the Northland Valkyrie~EbookFREE.me~, can't help but look solemn when she sees this scene.
It is almost every soldier's dream to have such a glorious funeral after death. She has never had such a grand funeral in the North, and the city of Dawn has given him more and more surprises.
At the same time, she was very surprised by the performance of Reed.
As the master of a city, the king of a race, he could do this to the extent that his soldiers died in battle.
This is unimaginable in the human kingdom. When did the aristocratic nobles care about the life and death of their soldiers?
Turning to look at the sadness in the eyes of the people around her, she suddenly understood something.
This city is so vibrant and charming.
It's not without reason.
Because they have such an outstanding city lord, a king whom she admires.
