Chapter 113: Stars and dragons, and the empire that is far away

Chapter 113, Stars and Dragons, and the Empire of the Distance
"The Lord of the Mountains?"
Taylors glanced: "How come I have never heard of it?"
"Because this has no human voice, so it has neither a temple nor a church," Putilla said with a chuckle: "There is not even a credible record of sacredness, it only exists in the mouth of the people. The story and the legend. For the travellers on the mountain land, the meaning of worshipping the mountains is more of a kind of security and peace of mind. The gifts of the mountains are more like a kind of help through the ceremony. Travelers overcome the cold."
"Word of mouth?"
"In the era of ancient empire, the owner of the mountains was once the common faith of the whole human race, not only our northern people, including you - the central world, the empire's Ludol, and the southwestern thorns and dragons. The Karensa people, the ridiculous people in the big desert, the 'robbers' of the Near East, the Nida people, the Kiseri people grazing on the eastern grasslands, the black-skinned red clay people in the extreme south, the Kasers of the island, except the Far East People, almost all humans know and recognize the existence of the owner of the mountains," the old man Kaslan himself also took a ale, and after the bar, he said:
"But now, even in the North, except in the simple folk customs, you can see this simple faith... The name of the owner of the mountains has disappeared - just like countless precious Northern traditions - left Only the great shrines wrapped in power and money."
"The Ludols and the Northerners?" Taylors looked down curiously, clutching the next bread: "I remember, the title of the King of the Stars..."
"Yeah, we all know," said the murderer of the Grand Duke of Lombard, the viscount of Candida, who satirically said: "'The co-owner of the North African Ludol and the Northerners.' But I sincerely recommend you, in Egypt. Kester, you can omit the latter part of the content - Northlanders never admit your rule over us."
"As far as I know," Putilit sharply retorted: "Two-thirds of the northern provinces of the ancient empire were in Exeter, and the remaining third were stars. - Those stars also claim to be Northerners, acknowledging the rule of the Supreme King."
"This is the problem," Counts Campidad thoughtfully beat the bar: "Northland is only a member of the Northern Territory. Why should it be attributed to the stars, and why should it be attributed to the rule of a Ludolur king?"

Taylors suddenly realized that "Northland" refers to the northern provinces of the ancient empire before the millennium, is a regional concept, and "Northern people" existed before the establishment of the empire, living in this land. The human race on the top, as for "Exeter", this is a country that was established after the end of the war, and its weight is far less than that of the "Northern Land" and the public opinion of "Northerners."
Just as the stars are also a country that existed after the end of the war, in fact, the human beings living in the land of the stars were called "Ludols" thousands of years ago, and it seems that they are ancient empire. The main ethnic group.
Today, the Northlanders and the Ludols have long been mixed in the northern border of the black sands and stars of Exeter.
Taylors bowed his head and inadvertently saw the wheat that had settled down in the wine glass. He suddenly remembered the sunset bar in the underground street of XC District in Yongxing City. He remembered the big-fashioned female baoya, thinking of the wicked fat cook Edmund, and only Bar owner who has seen one or two faces.
"Why? Because of history," Putilit said faintly: "Today, whether it is the Black Sands or the North, the Ludols and the Northerners have lived together for many years, and they have long been separated from each other."
"Oh, that's the land and people you took from the North," Campida retorted: "For example, the cold castle four hundred years ago, such as the lonely tower two hundred years ago - your northland is Our southern land!"
The owner of the pub, Kaslan listened to the dispute between Kambida and Puttilla, and could not help but laugh out loudly.
A glimpse of Tyres: Is this the idea of ​​the Exeter?
He remembered that when he first entered the Rumba military camp, the attitudes and behaviors of the sergeants against them suddenly became apparent.
Stars want to defend their northern land, but Exeter wants to recover the borders of the people of the North.
It is ironic that the two sides fought for their respective justice.
This is the sound he can't hear in the stars.
"What do you really want to say, 'Northland only belongs to the Northland people'," Putilai said here, chuckling: "The Aaronde family in the northern part of the Stars, once also managed the entire Northland line for the emperor." The Millennium Duke of the Dukes..."
"Hey, the stars have no sense of pride," said the viscount of Canbida. "In the end, you still have to say back to the ancient empire that had been dead for a long time, is it? Still remembering the supreme authority of the Pegasus Glory, remember those emperors who shuddered at the world and missed the era when they could spread the border map from one room to the other?"
"The empire is the most precious legacy in human history, the most glorious page, the most powerful existence, no doubt." Putilla replied coldly: "Even if it no longer exists, its brilliance has been passed down to the present day. Never faded."
"Ha! I almost forgot!" Cambida raised his hands and ironically laughed at Tyres: "If the stars are there, the empire will last forever, is it? His Royal Highness?"
Taylor shrugged and smiled at him.
"Don't open the joke of the royal family," Putilai whispered: "His blood has stood on the top of the world, witnessing the rise and fall of humanity."
"Blood?" Cambida snorted heavily.
"Northern people do not believe in blood, can bear the hero of the country and the people, and naturally become king." The next moment, the Excellency of Exeter's Viscount narrowed his eyes and said: "And you listen, Prince, you are born." The empire under the so-called Imperial Family rule left only a chaotic nightmare to the world!"

Hey, thank you for your mention,
said Tyres, scratching his hair. He laughed twice:
It’s really a novel idea.


Innovative?
Cambida stared at him, faintly said:
Have you heard the story of Quesso Rumba? Your Royal Highness?

"The ancestor of the Quebec Lombard-Rumba family? The uprising king?" Tyres replied cheerfully.
"You don't need to be from the mouth of a local grandfather..." Putilai was about to speak, only to find that Teres raised his hand with interest and stopped his words.
"Please continue, Lord Visby," Teres said with a smile: "I am interested in everything."
Both Putile and Cambyda accidentally saw Taylor.
"Do you know the Grand Duke of Tluedida who rebuilt the tower? One of the ten Grand Dukes of Exeter," Cambida pondered for a moment, silently: "Rebuilding the tower, adjacent to your lonely tower, from the North The famous Knights of the famous Teludida family ruled in history, and their family emblem is a radiant blade."
"I don't know much, sorry, I am only seven years old," Tyres shook his head slyly: "But I am happy to hear from you - what happened to the Tluedida family? What is the relationship with Quebec Rumba?"
"It’s not about the Tluedida family, but their territory, and rebuilding the tower and its surroundings," Campida sighed. "There is the northernmost land of the North, and it is also one of the entrances to the sighing mountains before the fission of the mainland. In the era of ancient empire, the reconstruction of the tower was synonymous with barbarism and chaos - do you know why the rebuilt tower got its name?"
Taylor shook his head very well.
"There was an exile prison and an execution ground in the ancient empire. People who went there needed to be 'recreated'," Campida shook his head. "Rebuilding the tower... Unfortunately, most of the prisoners inside have not been able to survive. Recreate their lives."
Tyres nodded thoughtfully.
"And in the ancient empire, there was a famous person, Quesso Rumba."
Tyres frowned slightly.
Quesso Rumba.
He knows this person.
At least this is what Gilbert has said in the world history he has made up for - Quesso Rumba, the "uprising king" of the North.
The man who opened the first civil strife in the ancient empire.
But in the book, he was a green forest robber who had a large-scale forest in the north, and he did not intend to kill the official residence of the empire in a robbery. Therefore, he was captured by the Empire, and his comrades attacked the execution ground and rescued him.
Kusuo, who has nowhere to go, knows that he can't escape the empire's pursuit forever, so he simply does not endlessly, through the dissatisfaction of the Northland people to the tyranny of the Duke of Aaron, spreads rumors and splits the northern land, sets off the storm of the Northland chaos, and completely embarks on the resistance. On the road of the empire, his rebellion was finally extinguished by the empire's army on the side of the lonely peak.
However, the first civil strife of the empire was also caused by it.
But today, Cambya tells him a completely different story.
I only heard Cambyda faintly said: "It is said that the Rumba family is the sacred era of the orc who has not yet invaded, and the descendants of the northern monarch Takmu."
"And more than 1,500 years ago, Quesso Rumba was just an ordinary logger in the northern empire of the ancient empire. But he was superb, bold and loyal, and helped the poor. He was well-known in the local area. The Duke family, Aaronde knows such a person."
"That was the most brilliant era of the so-called empire - the elves struggled with the empire, the dwarves became craftsmen, and after the orcs looked at the glaciers, the dragons disappeared, leaving only the Far East unconquered."
"Therefore, when the empire attacked the battle of the Far East, Quesso was recruited into the army. He was proud of the glory and pride of the empire, and he readily went to the battlefield. The sorrowful and heroic, can be good, and because he is The prestige in the hearts of the northern people was promoted all the way until the empire sealed him as the Earl of the Empire and appointed him as the general of the Northern Army."
Taylor’s heart glimpsed.
This story is completely different from the one he had in mind.
"Under the efforts of Quebec and other legions, the Far East people will be defeated and succumbed to the lonely city. Only the soldiers will do their best, and there will be no vitality. The sacred capital of the unicorn will be realized. The feat of seeing the empire's unification world will be realized.

"Therefore, the emperor who was immersed in the supremacy of hegemony, his desires became more and more unreasonable, the demand seemed to never end, the recruitment of labor never ceased, the tax burden was increasing, and the northern provinces were the best source of troops. It is the first to bear the brunt."
"Northern people are no longer bearable. They began to fight against taxes, began to flee, and ousted the emperor's tax collectors. They began to face the authority of the empire with anger and obedience rather than enthusiasm and obedience."
"So the Duke of Aarond - the servants of the emperor will no longer receive enough taxes, not enough labor, and even many anti-tax incidents: even the army of the Arend family has repeatedly smashed their faces."
"The servants of the empire came up with a way to find the most prestigious person in the Northland - when the legion took a break, and the Northland Army commander who went home to recuperate, let him convince his hometown."
Kaslan sighed and Putilemer kept silent.
Campida continues:
"They advised Quebec to be their colleague, and went with them to collect tax labor. Kui Suo did not nod; they also advised Quebec to come forward and use the form of declaration to persuade the people of the Northland to obey the empire, and they did not nod; they Moving out of the empire's name, the generals of the empire were ordered to help them find the rebels in the North, and Quebec did not nod."
"Queece said this: ‘I am loyal to the empire, but I am a Northerner.’

"This incident was finally known to the emperor."
"The emperor sent a decree, there are only two words on it," Cambida's eyes became extremely cold, and he faintly said:
"'choose one.'"
Taylors only felt a chill in the back.
choose one.
empire.
Northland.
choose one.
"The next thing the Northerners know is that Quebec was exiled to the rebuilding tower until he reaffirmed his loyalty to the empire - the emperor could not tolerate his generals could not do this."
"But for a whole year, Quesso did not loosen the mouth. At the same time, the Northlanders who heard the news were even more resentful."
"Finally, the emperor who heard the Northland people’s resentment every day and endured the Duke’s apology for the lack of tax revenue finally got tired of Quesso’s toughness and determined to take him to use his punishment and fear to deter the people of the Northland and reaffirm the majesty of the Empire. ""
"So Quesso Rumba was taken to the execution ground."
"Where, he watched as his son was beheaded, his wife was hanged, his daughter was hanged, his friend was whipped and died... all this was only for Quebec’s unwillingness to respond to the emperor. Order!"
"Finally, when it was his turn to Quesso himself, the angry Northlanders and Quebec’s subordinates broke through the rebuilding tower, smashed into the execution ground, killed the soldiers of the empire, and rescued Quebec."
"The news came out, the whole northland was shocked, people picked up their weapons, wore armor, and gathered around the stunned Quesso - but this time it was not for the empire, but for the empire."
"Of course you know the story..."
Tyres tastes this story - this is much different from what is written in the books of the stars.
"Yes," said Teres, thinking silently, silently: "The uprising king battles to the end, and his last three hundred people..."
But at the end of the story, Cambyda still surprised Taylors.

There is only one difference,
Cambida interrupted him, his eyes revealing:
There is nothing ‘the war to the last’.

Taylors a glimpse.
"Queensuo had no plan to fight. He had disbanded most of the Rebels from the beginning, and only led the last three hundred people who never left, and launched the final charge on the side of the Lonely Peak to the three major legions. That is the so-called squad. The only battle for the uprising."
"It's more like a silent complaint to the emperor than a rebellion against the empire that he loyal to his life, isn't it?"
After the death of Quebec, each of the northern people put a candle, according to the ancient rites of the kings, respecting him as the king - the king of the uprising, a title that is probably a death to death.
"This is the story of the uprising Wang Kuisuo Rumba... Many Eckers are familiar."
"Do you understand, the descendants of the emperor?" Campida faintly said: "What did the empire leave for the Northland?"
Kaslan looked at Taylor's reaction with interest.
Fortunately, everyone else is sitting on a round table at a distance from them. Otherwise, Taylors is estimated to be a star-studded pub group for the Exter.

A well-decorated story,
Putilie said with a smile:
I am wondering, how do you know the emperor’s orders so clearly, and make sure that the words are not bad?

"Although sarcasm, imperial people, there is only the glory of the empire in your mind," Cambida's eyes are full of disgust, he continues:
"What did the empire give to the world? Year-round military service, no taxes, no taxes, no traces of heavy taxes, from Xitao Cliff to red clay, from the thorns to the Far East, the violent empire of the empire is unseen, no one knows;
"The greedy and corrupt high-ranking officials, the cruel and high-powered fools rule, the so-called great human empire has long been decaying, from top to bottom, from the inside out, from the Pegasus throne to the expeditionary army, from the guards to the gatekeepers. ""
"Intensified ethnic conflicts, ugly and dark religious oppression - how many people die under the unjustified torture of the Imperial Secrets, how many people have died in the name of the heresy of the Church of the Ming, you know like the Lord of the Mountains, the pastoral The original beliefs of the sea girl, the prairie god, and so on, disappeared under the ban of the ancient empire, in the conspiracy of the emperor and the church."
"There was a millennium knight's temple that was demolished by the emperor thousands of years ago. It is the cradle and holy place where the knight originated. It is the legendary place where human beings can resist the ancient orcs in the north!"
"Imperial man," Campida drank a sip of wine and sneered: "Let's lie in the glory of the past. When you climax for false prosperity, you don't even know that you have a position in history." How ugly."
"Continue to hold that idea, but history can't change, even now," Putilla said disdainfully:
"I only saw your carriage racing on the road built by the empire, from the king to the people leaving home, all rely on;"
"Your currency is cast in accordance with the gold, silver and bronze standards set by the empire. These small coins stabilize your national economy and people's livelihood, and will not fall back to the kings;"
"Even if your language is full of northern accents and habits, it is still from the ancient and lingua franca of the empire. From birth to death, you are chanting the culture and tradition that persists through the empire;"
"Your paintings, poems, and music are all taken from the glory of the Empire, and although Exeter is called a cultural wilderness, you must acknowledge this;"
"Your army is based on the empire of the legion, brigade, guard, and squad. Your nobility is composed of the empire of the Duke, the Earl, the Viscount, the Baron, and the Lord... There is no empire, I am afraid that the Northland will still be It’s just a loose sand, behind the barren!

"What can that prove?" Kambida interrupted him unceremoniously: "If the empire is imposed on us by violence, it is called a gift, and it is smug..."

Impressed?
Putilit seems to have been provoked with anger:
The knights of the kings of the Northland, almost with the army of the kings of Shawen, joined the lord of Comoros Carlos, you are the earliest of the great Supporters are the most active swords and blades when building an empire!"
"Very good," Cambyda said coldly: "Now, we, the children of the North Wind and the Dragon have long since did not need that evil empire, we are self-reliant - trouble you to take up the pride of the Empire, the Empire."
"The north wind has seen a lot," Putilla said faintly: "As for the dragon, if you are referring to the embroidered head on the Exeter flag, um, the material is not bad."
"The dragon on the Exeter flag doesn't mean whether it exists. After all, we don't rely on a legendary beast to protect the country." Campida is serious.
"But it represents the faith and temperament of our Exeter country. It is the revelation left by the Northland hero Nakaru in the end of the battle - strength, patience, strength, tenacity, pride, perseverance. And, "Cambida glanced at the stars, and then took a big sip of the wine glass, and said with deep smile: "Never yield... even a huge monster like the empire."
"And what are you left?" Campida sneered: "The Star Kingdom is just an antique, it has no meaning in itself. It exists only for a past history to testify, for a country that has been extinct for a long time. spiritualism."
"If you call the most precious past for humanity, you can call it 'soul' - well," Putile shook his head scornfully: "At least we care about this, and what are you left in the North? You accuse the Empire The Knights' Temple was lost, but the truth is that nowadays, the so-called Exeter, the so-called Northland, and even the 'Northern Army Swordsmanship' have been lost!"
Cambida was about to answer, but he heard that Taylors sighed long at this time.
"do you know?"
Cambyda and Putila also turned to the second prince of the stars.
"Whether it is Puttier, or the Viscount of Candida," Taylors sighed deeply. "Although one is a star and one is an Exeter, I found it in your unpleasant encounter. The two biggest things you have in common."
Both Petit and Canbida are at the same time.
"So what is that?"
The sound is actually the tavern owner who has been watching the show, Kaslan, only to see him interested in the chin, asked Taylors: "Common?"
Tyres raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders:
"You two meet each other, and although they speak for their own positions, you only have the same thing in your brain."
"The same thing that is the least innovative."
Putilia showed a confused look, and Cambya frowned slightly.
"empire."
Tyres whispered.
He took the last bite of bread.
Both Putilit and Canbida were stunned at the same time.
"Ha ha ha ha..." Kaslan claped his hands and laughed: "It’s an interesting conclusion, what about the second thing in common?"
"The second one, um," said Tyres, biting the brown bread, muttering: "They two, despite the empire of so many things..."
"But in fact, they have never seen the empire in person - whether it is the final empire six hundred years ago, or the ancient empire more than a thousand years ago."
Kaslan’s laughter is getting bigger and bigger.
Putilai and Kambida’s faces darkened together.
"That's right! The second prince of the stars!" Kaslan slammed the table and laughed at Taylors: "They never saw the empire!"

Thank you for your support,
said Tyres, shrugging.
This aspect shows that the empire does have far-reaching influence. On the other hand...

He looked helplessly at the two quarrels: "You are arguing with each other's imagination..."
Putili and Camby Dazzi,
"What you are arguing about is the empire in each other's imagination," said Tyres. "The imaginary empire is presumably that you follow everything that is encountered in reality, the feeling of the present, the empire. The evaluation, the view of history, and the establishment of it."
The two people who argued then looked at each other and turned their heads and stopped looking at each other.
"Look at it, boy."
The old man Kaslan shook his head: "The ancient legend, the glorious past, the lost history, the sacred tradition, in addition to the aristocrats and the stinky scholars who boast of the family, who still remembers now? But this thing," he pointed Refers to the door:
"The gift of the mountains can make the young men who go out in the cold winter not to die of hunger and death... This is enough. It is useful for people, and it has its own meaning - the owner of the mountains. It has not disappeared, it has been living in the crevices of every cold day, and we are living in the gratitude of travelers for taking food from the trees."
"And the dragon and the empire," Kaslan snorted: "The same is true."
Both Putilit and Cambyda are no longer talking, but their faces are not good looking.
Taylors smiled brightly.
"Hey!" Kaslan snapped his finger.
"Hey!" His face was not good. He looked like a pub man who owed him money. The man who called Bryin’s burnt face, under the guidance of the boss, unknowingly changed the cup to a different color. The wine glass slammed into the bar and pushed it to the front of Tyres.
He also glanced at Taylor and turned to return to the kitchen.
Taylor looked up in amazement.

The good rye wine, the special supply of the hero pub!
The old man yelled under the strange eyes of Thales:
The rye I provided at the old comrades in Welan, limited daily.

"It's not the rough goods they drink - it's for the words you just got!"
Tyres widened his eyes, looked at the old man with white hair, and looked down at the wine in the cup.
"Don't hesitate! Kid! Drink it!" Kaslan showed his strength and strength, and did not see the old right arm muscles: "The standard for judging a good man, one is that the axe is not strong enough, and the other is drinking. Drinking is not enough enough!"
"Hey...man? I'm only seven years old..." Tells looked at his head-sized wine glass, widened his eyes, and moved out of his dark sand to say: "You know, children can't drink, they will Physical disadvantage..."
"That is nonsense!" Kaslan pulled out a thumb and his yellow teeth.
Under Putty's almost black face, the old man immediately slaps on the shoulders of Tyres, and the power of no convergence makes the latter swear: "You have to drink more at the age of seven!"
"Children, don't drink alcohol is never going to grow up!"
It wasn’t until I met the old man, Kaslan, that I finally found out why Tyres didn’t grow up!
(End of this chapter)