Chapter 599
Crossroads of Fate
Chapter 599 Crossroads of Fate
"Have a safe journey, Your Excellency Seron. Please give my regards to Marshal Fayette and ask him who is really in charge of Roland City now."
"I will, Lord Eralic, and please wish me a safe return."
The entrance to the Governor's Palace.
Lord Theron Gard, seeing off Governor Ellarrick, boarded the waiting carriage and drove across the Royal Road at dawn, heading towards the outskirts of the city at dusk.
The old horse pulling the carriage was clearly more energetic than its master; at least it didn't, like the count in the carriage, lift the curtain every now and then to look outside, as if the city would collapse if it didn't look out at all.
The carriage was filled with documents, ink bottles, and some daily necessities.
Theron himself wore a well-tailored dark gray coat, buttoned up tightly, which stretched his overweight body.
To be honest, he used to be unable to fit into this outfit, but he has lost a lot of weight recently and can now squeeze himself into it.
not only that.
His eyes had also changed a lot; the turbidity that had been overwhelmed by fear had mostly faded away, replaced by the composure and cunning of a seasoned politician.
Of course, to say that this count, who once regarded his subjects as a burden, has suddenly undergone a complete transformation would be to overestimate the resilience of human nature.
His changes were largely due to the series of unforeseen events that led him to a completely new understanding of life.
The news from Roland City, in particular, made him realize one thing completely—
The times have changed.
Those who cannot keep up with the times will eventually meet their demise.
In an era where even kings could be beheaded, no one dared to claim absolute safety.
The carriage eventually stopped at the dock on the west bank of the Benliu River.
A flat-bottomed boat flying the flag of the Holy Light Council was already waiting there, its short, thick smokestack emitting white smoke mixed with the smell of coal ash.
As the de facto ruler of the Twilight Province and the only nobleman who is still somewhat useful, Count Theron Gard will represent the Holy Light Council of the Twilight Province, traveling up the River Run to Roland City to attend the Constituent Assembly.
The skeleton of a new Ryan will be pieced together in that city soaked in the blood of the old King Joseon.
Looking out at the steamship, Theron sighed again, lost in thought, and finally got off the carriage with the help of a servant.
To be honest, he was filled with pessimism.
It wasn't because he looked down on the citizens of Roland City, but because he felt that these people looked strangely familiar.
If it were the Salvation Army, that would be one thing; they probably really have a god standing behind them, and gods can ignore many real-world problems.
It's more than enough to solve the problem of Quemubao.
But Roland City is different. It is the center of the Kingdom of Ryan, and with the surrounding area, it has a population of more than three million.
With such a large number, even Saint Sith might not be able to help them.
With these thoughts in mind, Theron Gad took a step toward the center of that grand vision.
At the edge of this grand scene, old Hans, squatting by the river, hunched his shoulders and gazed enviously at the smokestack on the steamship.
"That thing must burn a lot of coal, right?"
Places that burn coal must be incredibly warm!
Hearing his muttering, the dockworker next to him grinned and teased him.
"Absolutely, the coal they consume in a day costs more than you do."
Old Hans suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"What do you think about me going up there to work as a boatman?"
The coworker glanced at his wrinkled face and said with a smile.
"Good idea, but first you need someone to want you."
Old Hans's expression froze, he pursed his lips and said "Boring," and after a while he got up and walked to another place to squat.
He's forty-two years old this year and has been working at the docks for almost thirty years. Whenever he's free from farming, he comes here to move goods. He's moved more goods than he's ever spoken.
However, ever since that incident at the court, there has been little work to be done at the docks. Merchants avoid the Province of Dusk like the plague, and it's rare to see even a fishing boat on the river.
They might not be afraid of the court, but everyone was afraid of being detained in the name of the court by those desperate soldiers.
However, even when there is no work at the docks, he still comes here every day to try his luck.
Everyone needs somewhere to go.
And wouldn't it make him seem useless if he stayed at home all day?
To old Hans's dismay, the steamship flying the flag of the Holy Light Council did not unload any cargo; it sailed away after a portly man boarded it.
His energy was exhausted, and his gaze shifted from the dazzling flag to the crowd gathering at the dock.
Soon, something else caught his attention.
Not far away, on an open space, a row of spacious canvas tents had been erected at some point, with black iron pots propped up under the tents.
The contents of the pot were bubbling and steaming, and the aroma of wheat wafted on the breeze, causing Old Hans' Adam's apple to involuntarily bob.
His stomach rumbled with hunger, and he leaned forward, just in time to spot a familiar coworker. So he nudged the man with his elbow and asked curiously.
Who are they?
The porter turned around, saw old Hans, and said with a smile.
"You forgot about that group of people who came down from the airship a few days ago?"
Old Hans suddenly realized.
The Knights Hospitaller of St. Colin!
They weren't wearing armor, so much so that he didn't even recognize them.
Just then, a young man turned around. Only then did he notice from the man's cloak that it was embroidered with two diagonally crossed blood-red longswords.
That is indeed the emblem of the Knights Hospitaller of St. Collins.
Now he finally believed it; they were members of the Knights.
"What are they doing here?" Old Hans then asked curiously.
"As you can see, they are cooking wheat porridge."
"how much is it?"
"It's free."
"No?!" Old Hans's eyes widened. "Are they crazy—"
"Keep your voice down! Someone is kindly cooking for you, and you call them crazy? Is that appropriate?" The mover immediately covered Old Hans's mouth, glared at the outspoken fellow, and was afraid he would anger him and drive him away.
Fortunately, it was noisy here, and few people noticed him. The young men who were busy cooking porridge probably didn't have time to pay attention to what they were saying.
The porter released his grip and continued speaking to Old Hans, who had calmed down.
"That's how it is... Speaking of which, these guys have been doing a lot of good deeds lately. Not only have they set up soup kitchens in various neighborhoods to help the homeless, they've also been doing medical work. Oh, and I heard that yesterday they were helping the homeless from the north with their population registration at the city hall. I thought they were the Salvation Army... Haha, I remember those guys did that back in Sparrowwood Territory."
Old Hans listened with his mouth slightly open, and it took him a while to finally manage to utter a sentence.
"They...are people from the Vatican?"
"How could that be! Have you ever seen anyone from the Vatican carrying a copy of the New Testament? I've seen them all with one."
The porter chuckled, seemingly remembering how the court had wasted a whole year here, shook his head, and continued.
"They... should be considered servants of Saint Sith, but they have nothing to do with the Papacy. I heard that someone asked them, and they answered very seriously that they would not serve any servants of Saint Sith, and suggested that we do the same."
Old Hans was slightly moved, especially by the last sentence, which struck a chord with him.
Why must Saint Sis’s servant serve at the Cathedral of Saint Clement? He’s never even seen it in his life!
Serving a god is tiring enough, but to also serve His servants and servants' servants, what kind of logic is that?
The Book of the Word clearly states that all people who believe in the Holy Light are equal, and that the divine loves all people equally.
Have they even read this stuff themselves?
Old Hans's simple, large head rarely turned so much that even he himself felt a little unaccustomed to it.
However, another, more practical problem soon pulled him out of his brief philosophical contemplation.
"So... what are they planning to do with the jobs? Are they looking for people to cook porridge for them?"
Old Hans noticed a wooden board standing next to the soup kitchen with the words "Labor Registration" written on it in charcoal.
Those were some of the few words he could spell, and they stirred something within him.
The porter followed his gaze, saw the wooden sign, and smiled as he spoke.
"No, that's not it. I heard they're going to demolish the southern city wall and build a new city area. But they only want young and strong men, so you should probably save your breath."
"Tear down, demolish the city wall?!" Old Hans was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in shock, "They're going to tear down the wall?!"
This sounds like someone saying they want to pluck the sun from the sky and use it as an oil lamp.
How can we defend against bandits without city walls?!
What if chaos comes along?!
However, the other porters nearby didn't seem to mind and joined in their conversation with smiles.
"Let them dismantle it, it's useless anyway."
"Remember that giant, chaotic rat from before? It was taller than the top of the Twilight City Cathedral. The city walls that tall weren't even worthy of carrying its shoes."
"That's right, and now explosives are more powerful; those fortifications can be destroyed in just a few shots."
"I heard that digging down is all the rage in Thunder City now."
"Dig down? Dig for what?"
"I don't know, they seem to call it 'trenches.' It's said to be a new tactic they learned during the battle of the Wanren Mountains, where they dug trenches in the ground and hid inside to avoid arrows and bullets."
"What if it rains?"
"Being submerged in water is better than being shot, right?"
"..."
Several dockworkers started talking excitedly, leaving old Hans aside. As old Hans listened to their heated debate about what a "trench" really was, he suddenly felt that what they were saying might have some merit.
Times have changed.
The old methods may no longer be useful.
In particular, he suddenly remembered something: he seemed to have never lived inside the city walls in his life, and those things really meant nothing to a countryman living outside the city.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that the thing was mostly used to block him. Dismantling it not only eliminated the city entry tax but also made it easier to enter the city.
The soup kitchen was finally set up, and the young man distributing the soup tapped on the edge of the pot.
The crowd immediately quieted down and rushed over, then lined up under the guidance of several knights and squires.
In this age of hunger, breakfast was undoubtedly a luxury. Not only during famine years, but even for a long time before that, people did not have the habit of eating breakfast. Eating too early was considered a form of greed by traditional priests.
He always carried his eating utensils with him, and old Hans joined the queue, managing to get a bowl of porridge from the Knights.
Then, without saying a word, he hurriedly took the wooden bowl to the open space by the dock, squatted down by the river, and sipped the water slowly.
The thick broth was dotted with a few broken wheat kernels, so hot that it was hard to eat, but that did nothing to stop him from wolfing it down.
It was as if someone was trying to take it from him.
These days, to be able to drink a bowl of porridge like this, Old Hans felt that his luck was simply unreasonable.
He licked the bottom of the bowl clean and smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction.
Just then, a young man wearing a coarse cloth jacket walked onto the open space of the dock. Behind him was an assistant carrying a roster, seemingly there to recruit people.
The young man didn't beat around the bush. He cleared his throat and shouted at the dockworkers who had nothing better to do.
"A new large warehouse needs to be built on the riverbank south of the city, and we urgently need strong laborers who can carry heavy loads and are willing to work hard! Daily wages, and a full lunch provided! In addition..."
He pulled a brown banknote from his pocket, held it above his head with two fingers.
"The wages won't be paid in copper coins, they'll all be paid in copper pounds! Twenty copper pounds a day, plus a bonus of ten copper pounds for completing the task! Oh, and lunch will be provided!"
Everyone found it novel.
The term "copper pound" was still quite unfamiliar to most dockworkers; only a few seasoned veterans who had traveled all over the country had ever seen it.
“It’s Campbell’s currency,” one of them said in a low voice, “much more substantial than the ‘iron sheets’ issued by those nobles.”
Someone else laughed.
"A piece of iron? Who's that kind of person?"
When he heard that lunch would be provided, old Hans was clearly tempted, but when he thought about how his wages would be paid in copper pounds, a clear hesitation appeared on his face.
While copper coins may not have the same purchasing power as before, they should still be better than paper, right?
"Can you even buy bread with this?" he muttered.
Someone overheard this, and a young man next to him patted him on the shoulder with a smile, teasing him.
"Guess where the porridge you just drank came from?"
Old Hans was stunned.
"Aren't they from the Knights Hospitaller?"
"Then where does the Knights Hospitaller get their food?"
This is beyond the scope of old Hans's knowledge.
If I had to answer, it would be that they grow in the ground.
The young man didn't explain to him, but his smile revealed the confidence of someone who had been through it all, and he continued in a confident tone.
"Alright, stop worrying about all that nonsense. I bet there are plenty of people in the market who will buy that stuff!"
After a few moments of hesitation, old Hans finally tucked the wooden bowl into his waistband and squeezed to the front with the young man to register.
He has three children to raise, and he doesn't know if the little food he has saved will last until the sweet potatoes in the backyard grow.
Whether or not the copper pound can buy anything, having it is better than having nothing.
Besides, it's worth it to be provided with a meal!
The clerk who was registering people made a note in the register with a charcoal pencil. He quickly recruited enough people and then called everyone to head south of the city.
Old Hans was in the queue when he suddenly thought of something else—the children should be allowed to line up here to receive relief!
He glanced back at the porridge stall, hesitating whether to run back and call for help right now, when the young man next to him seemed to see what he was thinking and tugged at his arm.
"There's no need for all that trouble. You can find the same things right outside your door!"
Old Hans paused for a moment.
"you sure?"
“Really! Think about it, what good would it do them to have the whole city come here to collect relief? Since they’ve opened a soup kitchen, they can’t just open one.”
"But why didn't I see it when I went out?"
"Of course you left home! It wasn't even dawn yet!"
Looking at the determined young man, old Hans hesitated for a moment, but finally put his mind at ease and joined the sparsely populated group.
He encountered so many strange things today that he couldn't quite describe his feelings. Perhaps it was relief, or perhaps surprise, or maybe... something else entirely.
In the winter of 1054 in the Austen calendar, a dockworker walking with his head down along the banks of a rushing river was unaware that something called "hope" was beginning to arise in his heart.
Just as the blood of the old dynasty stained Roland City red, something else flowed upstream and seeped into this land.
It used to be a luxury item.
But not anymore.
……
On the other side, on the streets of Twilight City.
Vivian, dressed in a modified nun's habit, walked briskly into the St. Collin Hospitaller's relief center.
It's called a nun's habit, but it's really just a shell of a nun.
The wide robe was changed into a narrow one, with the waist cinched just right and the hem shortened so that one wouldn't trip and fall if walking too fast.
However, even after being transformed into such a blasphemous form, it does not prevent the great Miss Vivian from being as holy as a portrait just taken off a church wall.
Her purple hair was tied back under a headscarf, with only a few stray strands peeking out playfully from her temples. Her red eyes shone brightly in the winter sunlight, and a gentle, warm smile graced her porcelain-like face.
That smile was something she learned from her beloved elder brother, and she imitated it perfectly. If the citizens of Twilight City knew that this sweet-smiling "nun" was actually a vampire from hell, they would probably all faint.
However, they will never know.
Vivian learned more than just a charming smile from the Demon King; she also picked up his skills of being "unfathomable" and "deceptive."
Everyone who passed by nodded to her, and she happily greeted everyone who said hello to her.
As she passed a mother, she made a funny face at the baby the mother was holding, making the crying little one giggle and drool.
Unfortunately, Alfred isn't here.
Otherwise, he would definitely be so jealous that he would burst into tears.
They are both human cubs, so why does he have to fly on the lawn?
It can only be blamed on the Campbell family having such a good foundation.
Beside the porridge stall, a young knight squire was diligently ladling porridge for the people in line.
He was quick and skillful, his wrist steady, and he scooped the food into the pot with perfect precision, making him a good worker... until he saw Vivian, at which point the spoon in his hand fell into the pot with a "clatter".
The young man hurriedly scooped the spoon out, wiped it haphazardly on his apron, then dropped it and ran to Vivian, giving her a standard knightly salute.
"Lady Vivian! What brings you here?"
His face was as red as an apple.
A kind smile appeared on Vivian's face, and she raised her little hand and waved.
"No need for formalities, I'm just looking around. You all go about your business."
"Yes Yes!"
The young man stood tall with his chest puffed out, and returned to his post with stiff steps, but his movements as he scooped porridge were noticeably more energetic than before.
Thanks to this, everyone in line here received more food than usual.
Several people at the back of the line secretly glanced in Vivian's direction, silently praying that this important figure would come more often.
The vampire knight standing beside him pinched the bridge of his nose, but ultimately said nothing.
Whatever.
Anyway, a few bites of food won't cost much, and she doesn't need that little bit.
Lady Vivian certainly doesn't lack that.
The little tyrant of Shanghai has no limit to his pocket money, not to mention that the St. Colin Hospital Knights have the strong support of their older brother!
Hell has no shortage of gold, and as long as you have gold, there's nothing you can't buy at the port of Thunder City.
The wheat on the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea has run out, but there's still an endless supply of corn on the continent of Gana!
Ultimately, gold was merely a tool used by demons to bewitch humans; she was simply putting into practice what she had learned at the Higher Demon Academy.
The only difference is that most demons tend to bewitch nobles who possess extraordinary powers, the people who truly determine the fate of the world.
Vivian, on the other hand, spent her money on ordinary people.
As for why?
Of course, it's because my older brother likes it!
In fact, Vivian didn't fully understand why Luo Yan wanted to support these humans, but since her brother had chosen to do so, he must have his reasons!
and--
She had to admit that the feeling of being worshipped was actually quite intoxicating.
Especially when she thought about how her older brother would look at her with approval, she was so excited that she could eat three large pieces of medium-rare steak in a row!
This is also Vivian's biggest motivation for going out on patrol.
Generally speaking, she doesn't like to be active during the day, especially in places where people would talk about her if she used an umbrella on a sunny day.
Just as Vivian was humming a tune and strolling along in a good mood, an elderly woman leading two children walked towards her.
The old woman's back was slightly hunched, and she wore an old cotton robe that had been washed until it was faded.
She held the hand of a boy of about seven or eight years old in her left hand and a girl of about five or six years old in her right. The children's faces were flushed from the cold wind, but they looked well and their eyes were bright.
The old woman was clearly taken aback.
He stared at Vivian for a long time until he realized he had been impolite, then quickly lowered his head and asked in a low, uncertain voice.
"You are... Miss Vivian Colin?"
Hearing someone call her name, Vivian stopped and smiled gently. "Yes, it's me. Is there anything I can help you with?"
“No, no need… You’ve already helped us so much.” The old woman’s voice trembled slightly, and her lips moved haltingly. “I just wanted to say thank you.”
She seemed surprised that Vivian would respond, and hastily performed a less-than-perfect aristocratic curtsy, her movements awkward yet solemn.
It's obvious she's not a local.
The old woman's next words confirmed Vivian's suspicions. She carefully recounted her experiences, choosing her words carefully, as if afraid of causing trouble for others by saying too much.
She came from Roland and worked as a teacher at a church school, living a simple and happy life, until the day the gunshots rang out in the street.
She didn't know whose side her son supported, only that he died one night during the French Revolution. Then, his wife disappeared too, leaving only two poor children, sitting helplessly at the dining table waiting for their parents to come home.
Later, the old woman's story was like that of many migrants heading south. She could only take her two grandchildren and travel all the way south from Roland City, eventually reaching the Province of Twilight to seek refuge with distant relatives.
But when she arrived in Twilight City, she learned that the family she planned to seek refuge with had disappeared two years ago during a banditry outbreak, and that they had disappeared on their way to Roland City to seek refuge with her.
Most of the people are gone.
"If it weren't for your generosity, I really don't know how I would have survived..." The old woman was already sobbing uncontrollably as she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, almost unable to stand.
Vivian didn't dodge; instead, she reached out and gently supported the old woman's swaying arm, comforting her in a tender voice.
"It's all over now...it will get better."
"At least, the continuation of your children is still with you. I think... perhaps they haven't gone too far from you, but are watching over you in another form, protecting you with the blessing of holy light."
These comforting words seemed to work better than holy light.
Perhaps this is also related to the fact that she is a "Holy Light Noble," and most people in Ryan still accept this notion.
However, very few nobles were willing to say these things.
The old woman wiped away her tears again, trying to calm herself down.
"Thank you... I'm sorry to have troubled you."
Vivian gently shook her head, made the sign of the cross on her chest with her small hand, and continued speaking with a holy expression.
"You're welcome. It's my pleasure to help you. We are all... God's people. He teaches us to love one another, and we should help one another."
What a pity—
His brother wasn't there, and neither was Padridge the vixen.
She felt her performance was so wonderful, just like a real nun, that it would definitely make Mia's eyes pop out!
Of course, what she said wasn't entirely a lie.
Although as a vampire she was not very able to empathize with human suffering, she did feel that the old woman in front of her had a tough time.
Humans are far too fragile.
It's better to keep them in captivity.
By the way—
Vivian never considered keeping a human demon king as a pet, because she realized after only a second that it would be too blasphemous.
Let's think about it when it gets dark.
Vivian's gaze suddenly fell on the two little ones beside the old woman, who were looking at her timidly.
She smiled and squatted down, looking them in the eye as she spoke.
"Did you listen to Grandma?"
The little girl shrank back, but in the end, her brother mustered up his courage and nodded hard.
"Have……"
"So nice."
Vivian smiled and took out two chocolates from her pocket, one for each of the two children, placing them in their palms under their incredulous gazes.
"This is a reward from the gods for you. Remember to listen to your grandmother from now on."
The old woman panicked as soon as she saw the exquisite packaging.
"This, this is not right! It's too valuable..." She quickly patted her grandson's hand. "Quickly give the candy back to your sister!"
The little boy's hand was already clenched tightly around the chocolate. Hearing this, his lips trembled, and he looked like he might cry at any moment. The little girl, on the other hand, obediently held up the chocolate, although her eyes were also red.
Vivian smiled and shook her head, gently pressing the outstretched hand back into place.
"Let them eat, happy blood tastes better... Ah, I mean, if you're always frowning, even your blood will taste bitter and hard to swallow."
Huh?
The two sentences seem to convey the same meaning?
Vivian had just come to her senses when she realized that the "daily greetings of the Principality of Colin" seemed rather inappropriate in the human world; they seemed to prefer talking about the weather.
The old woman paused for a moment, not understanding what those words meant.
It's unlikely that someone who has never seen a vampire in their entire life would associate them with vampires based on just one sentence, especially someone as kind as Miss Vivian, who is like an angel.
However, she did not stop the children anymore.
The two little ones were overjoyed, quickly unwrapping the candy wrappers and stuffing the chocolates into their mouths, happily chewing on the sweetness they had never tasted before.
Vivian watched them wolf down their food, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Actually, she didn't mean anything by it.
She's not some savage, low-ranking vampire who would crave the blood of human children. Long ago, vampires abandoned their primitive lifestyle, just as humans stopped using slash-and-burn agriculture.
If it weren't for the scent of her beloved, she would still prefer the blood of the Minotaur.
The little girl finished her chocolate, a few brown crumbs still clinging to the corner of her mouth. She looked up at Vivian, her big eyes sparkling, and suddenly blurted out a sentence.
"It's an angel!"
The little boy said with a confident expression.
“You must be an angel, right? I heard from the people here that... an angel came here last year or the year before.”
Looking at the child whose face was full of excitement, Vivian paused for a moment, then put her index finger to her lips and winked mischievously.
"Kukuku...you've found out."
Both children's faces lit up with surprise and joy, thrilled at having discovered such an amazing secret. Their laughter seemed to make the cold winter feel less harsh.
The old woman gave Vivian a grateful look, then smiled and patted the two children on the shoulder.
"Quickly say... thank you, Sister Vivian."
The two little ones stood at attention and said in unison in their childish voices.
"Thank you, Sister Vivian!"
After they finished speaking, they bowed deeply.
A blush rose to Vivian's cheeks.
It's not because I'm shy.
It's purely because I find it interesting.
The two little ones actually mistook the devil for an angel...
Kukuku, humans are so interesting!
……
As Vivian hummed a little tune and left the street, she didn't notice a butterfly that had landed on the eaves, watching her with its beautiful and transparent wings.
Back in Thunder City, Luo Yan didn't really care where Vivian usually went.
This little guy is so good at taking care of himself; beneath his seemingly harmless smile lies a whole bunch of mischievous ideas.
In contrast, he was more worried about Padridge being a fool.
Whenever Mia wanted to go to the Colin Theatre to see a play, he would either accompany her or have Sarah or Vivian go with her in his place to avoid causing any trouble.
Occasionally, I would ask Kiki or Eileen for help.
However, Twilight City is different from Thunder City.
The area has a strong religious atmosphere and a conservative local culture, and Vivian herself was unfamiliar with the place.
What if I get lost?
It's not that I'm worried.
Luo Yan just felt that if something unexpected happened, it would be very troublesome, and in the end, he would have to clean up the mess.
Moreover, Xuebang has already set its sights on him, and it's hard to say what tricks they might use behind the scenes.
It's always good to have one eye open, just in case.
"Hehe, Demon King, I've discovered that you're not only tsundere, but sometimes surprisingly meticulous—"
'Youyou, stop using those weird, nonsensical phrases on the forum. Those adjectives are completely inappropriate for me.'
"Huh? Is that so? Wait a minute! You're changing the subject, aren't you!? Youyou won't fall for it again!"
'It's not a divergence.'
"Stop being so irresponsible! You've changed the subject again!" Youyou puffed up like a big, white balloon, jumping up and down beside the Demon King.
Unfortunately, it couldn't touch anything.
Despite the sulking Youyou, Luo Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even pay any attention to it.
However, it was clear that his attention was not on Governor Ellarick, who was standing to the side.
Just now, one of the little vampires on his "screen" suddenly triggered a special event and got involved in a street fight.
There are still too many idle people in Twilight City.
Although no one in the continent of Os in 1054 had yet compiled statistics on unemployment, Luo Yan was well aware that if the unemployment rate were too high, its impact would be no less severe than that of a famine.
Don't be fooled by the fact that most people are hungry; hunger doesn't make people kind, but rather it becomes a breeding ground for chaos.
In short, Luo Yan silently mourned for that unlucky guy for 0.1 seconds.
Vivian ultimately held back; it was clear that the punch wasn't powerful enough to "send five train carriages flying."
I don't know what those guys were thinking, actually mistaking the little tyrant of Shanghai for a nun. They got a real beating this time.
Purple hair must be quite rare in Twilight City. Does it mean that the heir of the Colin family is as unskilled in martial arts as some unknown barons?
Hell is not a peaceful place like the human world.
But then again, peeping on screens is surprisingly interesting.
Luo Yan felt like he was playing a top-down RPG, but one that freed up his hands and allowed him to level up automatically while AFK.
"Colin... Your Highness?"
Standing next to Luo Yan, Ellarik looked at the prince, who had suddenly fallen silent, with some trepidation, before finally speaking.
His biggest worry at that moment was whether he had said something he shouldn't have and displeased the prince.
At this moment, Ellarik was unusually humble, not at all like a provincial governor and speaker.
The reason he did this was because the revitalization of Twilight City depended entirely on this prince of the empire.
Ellarik was grateful for the Colin family's aid to the city, but the local citizens could not live by begging forever; they needed a means of making a living in addition to food.
If the Colin Group were willing to invest in the industries of Twilight City, the merchants of Thunder City would surely flock to it!
Nothing could give more confidence to those who are still observing!
Hearing the voice from the side, Luo Yan snapped out of his daze, and a warm smile returned to his face.
"Please continue, I'm listening."
Ellarik carefully chose his words.
"Your Highness, I have finished speaking about the future plans for the southern industrial zone of Twilight City..."
Luo Yan paused for a moment, then smiled politely and elegantly.
"Then I'll trouble you to... say it again."
(End of this chapter)