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In the hustle and bustle of the night, there is a starlight through the diffuse fog, and the red moon is hanging above the stars. Like the is legend and the legend, the gods watched the land with the eyes of the stars.

That is the fate and pulse of this World.

It is connecting everyone together.

……

Red Moon Moya.

Stek Archduke turned from the terrace. The sublime inner sea is a thousand-year-old starlight flashing above the sea, a round of bright moons, black harbors, and sails. But it is quiet, only the sound of the waves, far from it, “Fr. Fussen, I am thinking about a problem… I don’t know if the moonlight we see today is also from the magnificent one thousand years ago. The times that the two generations have seen may not be much different?”

“How sentimental you are, adults.”

“It’s hard not to be sentimental, time flies, time is like China, countless things in the world are decaying and changing, but there are some things, but the only one is really enviable, even if you know that this round of the moon is behind us. The enemy, in my lifetime, I still want to see this moonlight again, look at the beauty of this lofty inner sea and our beautiful world. Perhaps this is the so-called mortal trouble, because it is too short, so it will Sending love to the eternal beauty.”

“That is because we love this land deeply. We call this land under our feet the homeland. It is the land that raised us. From my childhood, I was familiar with everything in this city. I witnessed Mantle. Bay’s prosperity and development, I used to leave here to make a career, but after leaving the scepter Bishop, I am back here, because this land has given me Life, at my end. At that moment, I am going to give it all the gifts and return it to the cradle and home that it gave me.”

“Unfortunately, Mother Marsha is destined to make a joke to our two old guys,” said Archduke said with a smile: “After all, we have only one person who can rest in peace here, while another person is born here. Perhaps after a long, long time, the people on this land cannot return to their hometown.”

“But we have an answer, aren’t we?”

“Thank you, my old fellow,” Archduke glanced at the other side deeply. “In fact, I really envy you. Like you, I also grew up on this land. These days, I used to have those books. The memory that should have been forgotten is getting clearer and clearer at the moment. I suddenly remembered that under the city wall, on the street, in the woods, everything that happened someday, I I remembered my long-dead grandmother, the mill that was demolished before the Six-Day War, and a piece of land outside the city…”

“Oh my God, I never thought about it. I have been here for so many days, from teenager to adult, from the prime to the middle age, to the old man,” Duke’s eyes were a little wet: “When they are lost, they are cherished.”

“So I am lucky,” the priest smiled lightly: “But you must take our hopes away from here, I will sleep in the present, and your promise to me is to bring the future back here.”

Duke nodded, he patted the priest’s shoulder, which was undoubtedly a rude action, but no one cares at the moment. “Let’s go,” he said. “Go to meet our guests, the wise witnesses, the enemies we used to, but now we have to sit together and make decisions for our common future.”

“The world is impermanent, friend.”

“Yes, things are impermanent.”

…(^^^)

The center of the Mantle Bay area, Bianbian. The port is built on the hillside. The city wall of Grey is divided into three areas from the upper and lower suburbs. Because the building materials are mostly made of granite and limestone in the nearby mountainous areas, the city presents the overall gray black, squares, streets, The layers of the bungalows and churches are all in this monotone, like a heavy black print.

The bustling city is crowded with people, and the black stream is slowly moving southward toward the south gate and the east south gate of Bianbian. Some of the people have already flown out of the city and appear on the plains of southern Bianbian. In the middle of the big and small beasts and horses, a scene of escape.

Although a negotiation in the city hall is going on, in any case, the big migration of Mantle Bay is inevitable, nobles has not yet announced the news, but the lower commoner is very keen on the atmosphere of the war, and sniffed out the wind and rain early. The breath that you want to come.

Under the vault of the Bian’an City Hall, negotiations between the two sides have been going on for a whole night. The morning has already arrived in the coastal area, the gloomy sea is over the sea, and three or four sail frigates are suspended in the distance.

In the hall, the dispute is getting worse.