In front of the bonfire, melodious orchestral sounds were played, and the beautiful melody pushed the entire festive atmosphere of the Goddess Shiris Festival to a climax. And the villagers in the farm also brought up the sacrifices that had been prepared.

Soft bread baked with flour ground from the first batch of wheat harvested this year is decorated with delicate garlands of straw, flowers, and olive branches, and thrown into the bonfire together as a thank you to the gods for blessing this year's harvest.

Despite accepting the teachings of Christ, at this time these rural people were thanking the gods for their gifts in their own way. The villagers, men, women, old and young, were seen reveling and dancing together in front of the bonfire. At the same time, on the side,

Justinian and Eudocia, who were sitting on the haystack, could not resist the warm invitation of the villagers and were dragged into the carnival together.

I saw villagers holding hands forming a large circle around a bright bonfire, singing and dancing. Different from the gorgeous dance of aristocrats, these simple and unpretentious movements revealed the atmosphere of the countryside. I was infected by this atmosphere.

Princess Eudocia was a little restrained at first, but soon she was slightly drunk and finally immersed in it, dancing to the melody syllables as she did when she was a child. On the contrary, it was Charles beside her.

On the contrary, Denny was a little restrained and looked very clumsy, and could only barely keep up with the beat. He was not at all as calm as he was at the noble ball in Fort Wiscari.

Especially when the villagers holding hands in a circle in front of the bonfire dispersed amidst the sound of minstrels playing, men and women were divided into pairs, dancing back and forth. Justinian looked at the princess in a white dress in front of him.

I can't even stretch my steps.

A bonfire was burning brightly, turning the night red. A group of men and women in strange costumes were dancing wildly around the bonfire, making sharp or low noises.

But Justinian felt that his head was blank until the woman in front of him took the initiative to reach out to him.

"This is not like you at all, Justinian!" Eudocia chuckled and held Justinian's rough palm, her voice was like the sound of nature at this moment.

At this moment, looking at the big and bright eyes of the princess in front of him, a bonfire seemed to be burning in her eyes. This scene made all the troubles and fatigue in Justinian's heart disappear in an instant. Face to face, face to face

Holding his hands, Justinian finally kept up with the music and danced with Eudosia. Smelling the smell of the burning fire gave him a refreshing feeling. Unknowingly, he followed the steps of the woman in front of him and completely forgot about it.

Everything... But when his eyes swept over that almost perfect and slightly tipsy face, Justinian subconsciously avoided Eudosia's sight.

He knew that he was a little tempted, but this kind of excitement was obviously inappropriate. The Odosia in front of him was just a little drunk, and even her subconscious affection for Justinian was just a bond.

It was just a little accumulation of emotions, and it should not be taken seriously. At this moment, Justinian couldn't help but think of what Archduke Anastasius said and the promise he had made. For a while, he fell into the bleak autumn wind.

My back is actually a little sweaty!

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At the same time, in the city of Tripolis, although the nobles had no interest in worshiping the goddess Cyrus, they took advantage of this opportunity to hold a dinner party to drink Dadan. In a sense, this was also Moria's.

It was the grand event every year for the nobles. Even though they had just driven away the invaders and were waiting for something to do, they did not have such self-consciousness. They put delicacies, wine, fruits and vegetables on the table and ate them to their heart's content. The only difference from previous years was that

Yes, the atmosphere of this year's banquet obviously did not allow them to enjoy themselves. And if all this comes down to it, of course it is thanks to their new governor Justinian, at least that is what many Moria nobles thought.

. It was precisely because of the arrival of that young man that a large number of aristocratic fiefs outside the official establishment were raided and confiscated, and the military district guards who were originally private soldiers of the Pronian nobles were also ordered to be released, which made many vested interests very dissatisfied. Originally,

, even though Justinian was favored by Grand Duke Anastasius, the old nobles of Moria were not too worried. Young people with such drastic handwriting could have easily dealt with some setbacks, but they happened to

As Justinian continued to gain great military exploits, divisions arose among them.

Because of this, this year's banquet has become particularly unpleasant this year.

"Humph, have you heard? Our dear Governor, as the successor chosen by the Grand Duke, is celebrating pagan festivals with a group of country folk at this time. It is ridiculous! Let such a

It really scares me that someone is leading us!" Count Conil, who is currently the most noble among the opposition nobles, said with a sneer as he picked up the red wine in front of him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Moria nobles who followed Count Conil beside him burst into laughter, full of ridicule. For them, Justinian's behavior was completely a sign of self-degradation.

, and they are happy to sit here and watch jokes.

But just as they were laughing, a discordant voice sounded in their ears.

"Oh, really? But I don't think that people who live such a life of luxury and luxury can lead us to revive the empire and drive the Latins away from our land!" This sentence with obvious sarcasm at the banquet opposite was posted on time.

This made Count Conil and other nobles suddenly change their colors.

But when Cornier saw clearly the appearance of the person who said these words, he swallowed back the scolding words for a while.

Suppressing his faint anger, Cornier still sneered: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Miss Alexia, but it's no wonder. After all, it's our dear Governor, Papadoros.

Only then can the family continue to survive. As for what you said, we can wait and see." This is the so-called differentiation. As Justinian's prestige rose step by step, headed by the Papadoros family,

Some of the nobles had already turned to Justinian. This was what Count Conil was most dissatisfied with, but he had no choice but to use words to attack and ridicule.

However, Alexia, the daughter of Countess Agnes, was not angered by this provocation at all. Instead, she replied coldly: "I hope you can say the same thing in front of Lord Justinian."
Chapter completed!