My Summons Are Weird Chapter 350

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The Cold Festival is one of the most important festivals in the four kingdoms of Mela.

At a time when magic can't make food from the land, hard work is the only way for the earth to give humans a gift.

The greedy land acquisitions of the aristocratic landlords and the squeezing of the commoners to force them to become legal slaves from territorial people are all in order to have more right to speak - food.

A good harvest has become the common wish of all. Nobles yearn for wealth and status improvement, commoners long for surplus food, and slaves long for less whippings and a hearty feast on the winter festival.

It symbolizes the end of the year, which means moving from cold to warmth, and praying for a bumper harvest in the coming year. In the snowy winter, all countries will hold grand celebrations and dinner parties to wash away the filth of the year and usher in a new beginning with a clean and new self.

Solon is no exception. This year, the nobles' Winter Festival celebration was held at the Duke Quinton Manor in the royal city of Rodmere.

Since Di Vic II, in order to represent the unity of the nobles and the joy of the people, the royal family has moved the celebration out of the palace and held it in turn by the influential dukes in the royal city.

The emperor will definitely come to the scene, and each of the people present will release a slave, pour freshly brewed mead on the ground, and place bread and cooked meat on the highest place to worship the sky.

Tania didn't arrive too early. Under the lighting crystal, in Duke Quinton's manor house, the nobles were already holding glasses filled with wine, smiling and inviting the people around them to clink glasses.

Costumes from the trendy capital of Slago dominated the gala dinner, where summer, autumn and winter styles competed.

The woman in the "old-fashioned" tutu is proudly like a victorious cock, using the huge skirt to cut through the crowd in trendy dresses, and the crowd always "heal" again after they pass by, those light, Beautiful, seductive costumes fascinate them, and those old...should be rotten.

Sleigo's novel style melted the conservative ice in the simplest and crudest way. The most primitive demand for beauty and some ancient impulse made the nobles of all countries happy to see this change.

The church still preaches that this is a temptation from the devil, which leads people to degenerate, but the fact is often that the bottom is willing to listen but cannot afford to buy, while the upper-level believers are gradually abandoned by the trend and are out of tune, just like the chiefs of primitive tribes have entered a magnificent palace. .

The young women in evening dresses are modest and with a little disdain and disdain, smile to make way for these "cocks" again and again, they raise their hands intentionally or unintentionally, revealing the translucent black and white that gently wraps their wrists. Yarn-colored silk wristbands, and when they are praised, they show off the skirt corners, revealing the colorful stockings that once belonged to men and are now popular among women-the looming skin shimmers with hazy beauty and reverie curves Charming, tickled the hearts of countless people.

Just like a huge show field, the warm fireplace makes the spacious hall warm like spring, giving great freedom to those women who are eager to show their exquisite figure and fair body, and also gives those young men with strong hormones to show a strong body. Opportunity.

The black corseted evening dress made Tania, with a well-proportioned figure, become the focus of everyone the moment she entered the venue. The polite and rude compliments came one after another, and she kept a smile that no one could see through. A sense of existence, and then he was led out of the mansion by the servant under the pretext of needing a breath.

Knowing that Tania's dry mouth was red, she brought out a glass of wine.

"Thank you..." Before the wine entered her mouth, Tania suddenly found the burly figure in the shadow not far away.

She took a sip and walked forward with a smile: "Brother, are you having a tryst with your lovely secretary?"

Zenir glanced at Tania, and continued to calmly explain the implementation of the clerk's territory.

It wasn't until the clerk left after recording that Zenier turned around: "I want to deal with territorial affairs, what about you, and why did you come out?"

"I'm tired of hearing their compliments." Tania chuckled.

Zenir lowered his head, looked at it carefully for a while, and then... a ball of light emerged from his palm, and a bright but not dazzling light illuminated Tania.

Like an excellent artist who evaluates works of art rigorously and meticulously, after a long time, Zenier said: "This suit is very beautiful."

Just when Tania was about to say "perfunctory", Zenier added.

"Sera wears this set, exactly the same, looks better than you, you know, she has a good figure, tall, beautiful, bright and moving, so this dress has been branded with her marks, and you are really not as good as her. "

"Of course, if you don't compare, just from the perspective of clothing matching, Tania... You are really good-looking."

Rigorous... exasperating, straightforward rigor!

Tanya wanted to get angry, but looking at her brother's serious face, she lost her temper.

"You really can't please women, no wonder Sera chose Lu Yu, not you... Women need to be conquered, not just conquered, brother, politics, force, wisdom, your excellence makes people jealous, but emotionally Aspects...you always have tons of jokes for everyone."

Zenier was about to say something when a noisy voice came from a room not far away.

Duke Quinton's butler came out with a group of guards, dragging a group of slaves bound by ropes and chains, and the last butler said cursingly, "How dare you steal your honorable guests to eat. food, flogging, and execution!"

The slaves sentenced to death knelt down instantly, ignoring the pull of the guards, they desperately kowtowed and begged for mercy, humbly praying for their lives.

"Master... We are so hungry... We have no food for a day and our stomachs are burning... We just picked up some garbage that no one wanted and was about to be thrown out..."

Before the slave could finish speaking, the whip fell on him.

"When did you have the right to speak back?"

"Ah!" The man was whipped on his back, and immediately rolled in the snow.

"Everyone in the castle didn't eat for a day in order to welcome the guests. Why is it only you who are hungry, you stinking mouse!"

"Ah... please, stop hitting..."

"Dare to cry out and disturb the distinguished guests. What awaits you will never be liberation!"

As the guards swarmed up, the whip blossomed on the slave who spoke first, and after a while, he stopped rolling and wailing.

The guard kicked the man upright with his feet and tried his breath: "Not dead yet."

"Take it to the old place. Today is the Cold Festival. The Duke's pets will like fresh blood food."

"What about these thieves?" the guard asked.

"Does the Duke have only one pet?" After the butler reprimanded the guards, he stopped a few servants who had just come from the kitchen far away, "Hurry up, Duke Bella was already asking us why there was no wine-cooked steak. Where's the honey venison that Marquis Colin wanted... it's been delivered, that's fine."

Zenir aimed at Tania: "Do you want fame?"

"This is Duke Quinton's slave," Tanya said.

"Today is the Cold Festival, and such a festival should be less bloody." After saying that, Zenir stepped out.

Tania leaned against the wall quietly, watching the butler turn from arrogance to nodding and bowing, watching the desperate slaves kissing Zenir's feet... She didn't say anything thoughtfully .

The appearance of the black owl pushed the Winter Festival celebration to its climax. Divick dressed in full costume passed through the half-kneeling nobles in the hall, his steady and powerful steps echoed, declaring his supreme authority.

Divick was in a good mood. He went south to Civita to tempt the lords who were on the move. Their collusion with the snow monster was an unexpected gain. The "criminal evidence" prepared earlier did not need to be used. Solon can justifiably Eradicate their foundations without any excuses.

The influence of the empire should not be taken lightly, thinking that it has been dozing, that sharp claws can't touch the far frontiers to have strange thoughts, it's just the arrogance of them who can sit in that position without any wisdom - Unreasonable arrogance.

One is to sweep away maggots and frighten the lord; the other is to use the body as bait to attract snow monsters to appear and kill them.

The people sing that he set his sights on the tribes of Solon, determined to change their destiny...

Solon is like a puppet master's intricate and intricate puppet, running perfectly... If it is so perfect, why should it be changed?

The structure of power is stable, and every position has been occupied by suitable people. As the head of Solon, what Divick has to do is to maintain the current order. The change of the power framework is the last option that rulers need to consider. .

Divick was not interested in changing the situation of races other than the Seven Great Clans in Solon.

To this day, Solon, a country built after the invasion of the Impregnated Spirit, has been running smoothly for five hundred and seventy-two years. Although there have been occasional small storms in the past, ripples have been formed on the tranquil lake surface, but in the end, all the return to peace.

For the past five hundred and seventy-two years, Solon, who was born from Melias' corpse, stood strong and prospered through the wind and rain. Solon is still the same now and in the future - nothing but the tide of magic can defeat the iron barrel of order and the suffocating conservative.

In order to deal with the possible wave of magic, Devek had already prepared in advance. He incited the children to fight and let them grow up and mature in a harsh environment.

When the magic tide is reshuffled, even if the huge Solon is torn apart, they have territories in various parts of Solon, and they who have accumulated resources will be revived in the name of "Solon".

With this layout, Divick believes that Solon's rule over this land will continue indefinitely.

The mead that he prayed to Mother Earth for a good harvest was sprinkled by his own hands.

Bread and meat were placed on the top of the castle's bell tower by him, who was riding a Pegasus, and rang the bell three times himself, so that the weather would be good for the coming year.

Untie the rope that binds the slaves, burn the contract representing freedom with fire, and spread benevolence to show the sincerity of the heart.

Thunderous applause sounded when the slaves were freed again. The people who participated in the release were full of spring breeze, recklessly enjoying the recognition and praise brought by kindness, bathed in intoxicating applause, and they politely and decently saluted the sky and the earth.

Fei Xue was fascinated by Tanya's eyes, she brushed aside the hair that covered her eyebrows, and out of the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a person whose face was frozen purple and whose footsteps were sluggish, breaking into the area where the black owl was guarding.

Many people noticed this embarrassed intruder, and Zenier, who was talking with the secretary, suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

After a while, a black owl walked straight to DeVek and whispered in his ear.

Di Vick shrank, and he was calm, and then he made an excuse, declined the invitations of several dukes, and got on the carriage back to the palace.

After arriving in the study, the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart finally erupted, and Di Vick asked with a frosty face: "Tell me clearly, what does it mean to lose contact completely!"

"Literally, blue helmet, taro banyan, star gold... The three northern border cities lost contact last night, and the twelve surrounding city-state magic messengers have been unable to effectively transmit information."

"Many magicians from the large-scale Xiangfeng Adventure Group in Solon's North Territory were invited to travel with the cavalry. After they went deep into the Xingjincheng area, all the communications they maintained were invalid, and the magic messengers could no longer locate their positions."

"A surprise attack in the north?" Divick walked to the wall and pointed his finger at several city-states that had lost contact, "Senjing launched an all-out war?"

"A total war will not cause the city-state to be unable to escape even a living person. It will interfere with the transmission of information from more than a dozen city-states. The lookout forest spirit does not have such power. If it is a Kraken, I will be willing to believe it." The black owl calmly agreed. analyze.

"Do you mean that my Solon people were swallowed by a giant beast and disappeared completely?" DeVek snorted coldly.

After layers of inspection by the black owl, another messy messenger was introduced into the study.

"Honeywind City has completely lost contact, and all twelve messengers in the surrounding activities have lost contact... In the last communication, they relayed a very strange remarks by a magician in the city."

"Weird?" DeVek, who was in a hurry, frowned immediately when he heard this description~www.mtlnovel.com~ The messenger trembled and offered the magic tool that preserved the voice of the sorcerer. After the black owl checked that it was all right, he was in Divk's affairs. to start playback.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the spacious study, and with the rhythm of breathing, everyone's heart was tightly clenched.

"My dead child...he opened a thousand eyes...and embraced me with countless hands..."

The magician's voice was hoarse and dry, and the rhythm of his speech was like an inexperienced opera singer holding a script and reciting, but the words seemed to be filled with a strange magic that made people dizzy.

"What a beautiful radiance, purple...fascinating..."

"Ah... boy, that's my boy... he's back, he's calling me..."

shudder.

Even the well-informed black owl can't help but be a little breathless when he hears words full of madness and imagination.

The shocked Divick was ashamed and angry because he was frightened: "So, what happened to our northern city-states, the fifteen front-line city-states with a large population, the empire is proud of, the highly active messengers only Can you give me such a madman's quote full of mystery and incomprehension?"

"Who is our enemy?"

"Has the city fallen?"

The messenger was sweating profusely and dared not look up.

Di Vic no longer looked at the messenger, he said in a deep voice: "Since they have the ability to prevent the magic messenger from delivering information, it proves that the appetite is more than that, and the fifteen northern border cities cannot satisfy them, and they will definitely ask for more northern border cities. soil!"

"Send a magician, ask a powerful magician, go to the city near the lost city-state, and establish a smooth communication, I want to know who is isolating our land of Solon!"

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