After the war, I had to rush to deal with all the matters related to Moonshadow Island and Luskan. After half a month of tossing, when I returned to Minas Tirith, I happened to catch up with the annual Midwinter Festival, that is, from Cormyr

A winter feast that has been passed down to this day.

On this day, lords would hold this feast before the end of the year to form and renew alliances with other lords and exchange gifts.

In this regard, the three lords of the North have undoubtedly had a prosperous year that is rare in a thousand years - they have just divided a grand cake. Is there any more exciting and pleasant gift than this?

For the civilians of Minas Tirith, since the White City entered the track of steady development, the difficult "Days of Dead Winter" in the past seem to have become a distant memory.

Because first of all, as long as they stay indoors, they won't feel cold at all, and may even feel a little hot.

At this time, some outsiders may have questions in their minds.

This matter can be traced back to a pipeline leakage accident that occurred in the smelting area of ​​the Underdark in the early years:

Due to the increasing scale of the ore smelting and metal casting industries in the Zeelandia Underground City located below the White City, the problem of exhaust gas emissions in the Underdark has not been resolved, and there have even been cases of leaks in the exhaust pipes leading to the poisoning of people.

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The most magical thing is that the thrill-seeking drow actually collected this waste gas, purified it, and mixed it into the energy potion. The result was so powerful that the person almost ascended to heaven due to heavy metal poisoning. Oh, he went to hell. Anyway, the person was rescued.

I came back and was imprisoned for a period of time for violating the crime of producing controlled substances. Later, after I recovered, I would tremble uncontrollably from time to time, causing my bewildered patron to tremble.

The matter was later brought to the Demon Research Institute. At first, the mages were a little confused. Later, a mage ate too much fat-headed fish and let out a stinky fart in the laboratory that was not inferior to the reaction power of the casting materials. He almost failed.

I went to see Mystra on the spot with my apprentice, but the result was that the air purification and exhaust system in the laboratory was triggered...

This life-and-death mage suddenly slapped his head. Isn't this just a problem of channeling the poison gas? If you can't digest it in the underdark, you can discharge it to the ground! The ready-made Beiyou Tunnel is there, so just add some pipes.

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And this quick attention quickly gained the approval of Director Ige, and optimization was done:

The geothermal energy from the smelting plant will be used to build a heating pipeline system and introduced to the surface of Minas Tirith to form a matching absorption heat pump heating system.

The entire seemingly vast city infrastructure project was completed at the end of that year, allowing thousands of civilians in Minas Tirith to feel the first ray of warmth from the harsh winter.

At the same time, it also made the participants deeply feel how forward-looking it was to reserve sufficient pipelines when the lord asked them to build sewer infrastructure.

If Minas Tirith's floor heating system solved the city's winter warmth problem, then the eternal wilderness on the east bank of the Sebring River was later turned into fertile fields and natural fishing grounds, which completely eliminated the hunger problem of the civilians.

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It allows the people of Zeelandia to buy enough food at the cheapest possible price, and some even joke that this should be the easiest city to survive in the entire Coriel.

Due to the rapid development of the city, there has been a labor shortage for several years. Even if people without any skills have to sell their physical strength to do temporary work, they can even live for three days without any survival crisis with the wages they get from working here for one day.

But few people do this.

Because only when people can't see clearly the way forward and have no hope, they will be aimless and become a walking zombie without ideals.

As long as you live in the ever-changing Baicheng City, you can often hear this sentence:

The development of Minas Tirith is like a steam locomotive speeding along the track. If you get off the train to urinate in the middle, you will be ruthlessly left behind.

There are so many opportunities to make money in Baicheng. The myths of people at the bottom of the class creating wealth through various channels can be heard in various taverns every day in various updated versions:

Nowadays, even if the bards do not turn over the flowers and make up new stories, but still stick to the same story for several years, even the common people no longer buy it.

It is precisely because of this that the people of the entire city have long been looking forward to the Moon Sea War, which is well known to everyone and will be fought in a mighty manner.

Now, the warriors of Zeelandia have returned with victory!

After receiving the news that the city lord was about to return to the city with his expeditionary legion, the still dark streets of Minas Tirith in the early morning were already crowded with excited subjects who couldn't help themselves.

In order to prevent the excited subjects from blocking the streets, the tauren Renn and the shield warrior Sgard, who had been promoted to city-state administrators, had to organize manpower in advance to arrange the subjects to both sides of the street.

In this way, people wore furs, braved the snowflakes, and waited in the cold wind until the sunrise in the early morning.

As the first ray of morning light rising from the sky fell on people's buttocks, the majestic and solemn military force slowly appeared on the northern horizon and arrived in front of the towering city gate of Minas Tirith.

"Zelandia, we are back with victory and peace."

This long-lost greeting from Li Wei completely ignited the enthusiasm of the subjects of Zeelandia, and made the silent White City seem to be boiling.

All the subjects spontaneously clenched their fists and beat their chests, looking up at the Silver Dragon City Lord who looked increasingly dazzling and sacred in the sun with an adoring and fanatical expression.

"Your Majesty Levis!" This is what most normal people say.

"Zelandia!!!" This is the rise of fanatical city-state nationalists.

"Your Majesty Levis! I want to have a dragon cub with you!" This is some young girl admirer with a crazy head.

But what makes many subjects blush is that the vast majority of these people are tough and bold technical practitioners.

Among them are some drow who have completely abandoned the Underdark and looked up to the light.

Levi, who was at the front of the team, shouted loudly and then simply fell silent. He had an awkward yet elegant smile on his face, but in his heart he scolded the bastards who were the planners of the triumphal ceremony.

Bloody head.

He knew better than to believe these bastards!

It is said that he must return to Zelandia as a silver dragon in order to show the majesty of a giant dragon lord.

But it's a triumph after all. You can fly back in the cold wind and heavy snow. You have the domineering power of a giant dragon, but it's a bit too bleak.

Moreover, if he, a city lord, flies so fast, why can’t the people behind him follow him and run on the ground? It’s too shameful and decent!

Should he be allowed to crawl on all fours on the street like a silver dragon? It would be ridiculous to spread the word.

It was like a group of people returning from slaying a dragon.

Levi is used to walking on two limbs, but with his cloaca exposed in broad daylight...well, he lost a bit of elegance.

Moreover, he is also afraid that his growing capital will cause the group of already fanatical and crazy-headed young girl admirers to completely lose control and rush to imitate Blue Star's Tang Seng and his disciples.

It's not like flying, it's not like walking... The last group of 'loyal' subordinates who are eager to slap the dragon's fart slap their heads, then lift it up!

Fortunately, Zelandia developed the Iron Golem, otherwise Li Wei would have doubted whether he would have killed these flatterers by sitting on his butt.

So the final way to triumph was that Fischer and a group of battle magicians used hundreds of tons of gold plundered from the Luskan treasury and some other metals to melt them into an unprecedentedly huge golden dragon chariot, with the hidden dangers on it.

There are all kinds of gems that make people blind at first glance, and there are many kinds of gems that are magic materials.

In order for the city lord who has been sleeping in the gilded dragon's nest for half a century to be able to enjoy his life once, these dragon-loved ones can be regarded as risking their lives...

Whoever dares to stop our city lord from showing off, we will break his legs together! Then embed him in the dragon chariot!

As for such a big and heavy dragon chariot, even all the dragon knights would have to lie down on it together, so they could only be carried away by the more than 300 steel golems that were still in good condition.

Originally, the Steel Golem had a better and smoother track travel mode.

They all shook their heads and said no!

Only when the steel golems walk in unison and their metal feet roar on the ground can the shocking effect be realized!

So the effect is...

Well, the shocking effect was indeed there. Almost all the subjects of Zeelandia were almost blinded by the dazzling and extremely luxurious golden dragon chariot, and their ears were almost stunned by the shaking of the ground.

Shocking urine.

What made Li Wei feel most embarrassed and about to get cancer was that in order to prevent the shift of the center of gravity from causing the dragon chariot to overturn, he had to lie motionless on the golden chariot, as if he were a lucky cat.

Maybe Levi himself didn't realize it at this moment.

Except for himself, in the eyes of the people throughout Zelandia and even the Northland, this dazzling Silver Dragon City Lord is just a living dragon that attracts wealth!

Someone has concluded a rule, that is, whenever the city lord returns, he will always bring huge wealth and money flow radiation effects to the city-state.

Just like the magic engine of this city-state, every roar caused the entire city-state to develop explosively at an eye-shattering speed.

There was a sudden itching on the top of his head. Levi instinctively stretched out his paw, and bright rose petals fell on his palm, exuding a faint fragrance.

He raised his head and saw Dabai leading the gryphon knights with his younger brothers and sisters, braving the cold wind and scattering rose petals purchased from the south from the sky. He looked very happy, but he seemed to have remembered

My mother, Bestana, advised me not to make any noise on the day of the celebration, so every time I opened my mouth, I wanted to roar twice, but I swallowed it back, as if I couldn't help but yawn.

This funny scene made Levi, who was still a little annoyed at first, couldn't help but smile. He slowly clenched his paws and looked around at the people with burning eyes and excited expressions.

At that moment, Li Wei, who was bathed in the mountain breeze, looked slightly dazed, and suddenly he didn't reject such a triumphant attitude. He even vaguely felt that his hard trip out seemed to be worth the ticket price.

This... is the human heart.

Zelandia, people's hearts are available.

In this way, when faced with unknown risks and crises in the future, someone will be willing to step forward and devote himself to protecting this city, this home, and even him, the city lord who is relatively competent in some respects, without fear of life or death.

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Behind the glorious Silver Dragon Lord is a group of Luskan war criminals escorted one-on-one by dragon knights.

Except for Akram and Leitner who fled without a trace, the Lord of the North Tower, the Lord of the West Tower who died in the war, and the magic control mage Surjek who was one of the five marshals, the other Thais either survived or surrendered.

Er, Baram, Kusi, Rimaldo, the Lord of the East Tower, and Arabeth, the Lord of the South Tower, are all among them.

Seeing the legends who were so high in the past turned into prisoners being escorted slowly forward in the snow, the shock was also indescribable.

Especially for those who come to Minas Tirith for various purposes to watch the ceremony.

Among them was the Marquise Lestour Laoim from Mirabar. Looking at her daughter whose arrogance and rebellion finally brought her to this situation, she had mixed feelings.

Compared to Arabeth, who is still unwilling to bow to her mother even though she is a war criminal, Balam, Rimardo, who is unwilling to raise his head because his pride has been shattered, and Kurth, a veteran soldier with a frustrated look, only O
To be continued...