As December approaches, the busy farming season is over. Even if everyone in Siliki is a ruthless working machine, they will not get up early to work on the days when the sun is sleeping.

But this day is an exception-

It was still dark, but the city that should have been quiet had become chaotic.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

"Wake up, wake up, don't sleep!"

"They are still sleeping when they are back, why don't they die of sleeping? You!"

Amid all these irritable shouts, almost all of Siliki were shouted and gathered on the city wall.

The city guards who were awakened in the end were waiting for the turn of dawn. They wiped their eyes sleepily and looked at the citizens gathered at the gate of the sentry tower. The guards with bad tempers were already angry and irritated: "It's not dawn yet, why are you quarreling?"

"Little Barry, why are you sleeping here when you ask you to stand guard!" The respected old man from the city drew the next words of the city guards. "Don't be stunned here. They are coming back. Why don't you go open the city gate?"

"Ah, what, they are coming back..." Before Barry could figure out the situation, he heard another person screaming: "We should not all gather here! Gifts, flowers, everyone moves quickly!"

So the people who were still surrounded on the city wall dispersed again, and under the leadership of the Boyle Chamber of Commerce, they quickly received their respective tasks. During this period, there were many people complaining, "Why didn't they send a letter back in advance, how did they prepare for it?"

The city guard Barry and his companions who slept on the same city tower were stunned for a while, and finally realized what they were talking about—

"Here you come back? Lord Lord and the others are coming back! Nora is here!"

The city gate rumbled open, and the sky had not yet brightened. The Xiliki army rushed out from the barracks on the outskirts, standing in square formations on both sides of the city gate, as if in a military parade. The city guards were also standing in a row on the city wall. Those who couldn't stand would go to the streets inside the city gate to line up, and they had to compete with the representatives sent by the chamber of commerce.

In this chaotic scene, the sky gradually became brighter, and the guards standing on the city wall looked far away and finally waited for the flying deer-headed crescent moon flag, which appeared at the end of their sight!

"They are back, they are back!"

The military appearance is clean, and the long queue is not at all dragging or burdened. Each branch is distinguished by simple epaulettes. The shield guard at the forefront is calm and dark blue, the halberd soldiers are slightly lighter in color, the sword warrior is scorching red, and the archers are beautiful silver.

These soldiers from Amasil were the main body of the team, walking in front of the queue, followed by the newly formed half-lizard men, and finally the Silver Blade Knights with one hundred war horses.

At the very front of the queue was a handsome young man riding a dark horse surrounded by red flames, which was also the lord of Cialique, "Cyril Adrien". The moment he saw him, bursts of cheers burst out above and below the city gate.

They were getting closer and closer to the city gate, and the people inside the city gate tried to poke their heads and looked around, and then couldn't help but start talking:

"That's Miss Christian and Miss Weisconte!"

"Sir Angels, why is he so handsome? Oh, Sir Angels, take me away-"

"And Miss Caroline, she is so beautiful, so delicate that she looks like a doll-"

Amid all kinds of strange calls, Cyril closed the wind-listening technique expressionlessly, and Mia approached him at the right time and whispered: "Is it almost done?"

Cyril glanced at the distance between himself and the city gate and said in a deep voice: "It's almost done."

He took a deep breath, then pulled out the long sword from his waist and held it up in his chest. At the same time, the senior leaders of the Siliki army behind him pulled out their weapons and stood up in their chests, and even Caroline held up a small short sword.

Then there are the first row, the second row, and the third row of shield guards. They did not raise their shields, and they also raised their swords.

The rising sun shone the morning light on this scrupulous army, and the cold light of the sword shone, adding a bit of solemnity.

And in their other hand, which was not holding the weapon, they were holding a small dark brown jar.

The surrounding phalanx suddenly became quiet. Just seeing the serious expression of their lord, they could guess what this series of actions represented.

This return scene, which should have been cheering and lively, was completed in this unusual silence. The queue passed through the city gate and passed the gift-giving team of representatives from the chamber of commerce. The serious atmosphere made the representatives unable to deliver the gifts, and could only hold the things they prepared and follow on both sides of the team.

After passing through the road at the gate of the city, they entered the residential area. The residents had been waiting in front of the door, looking at the queue on tiptoe, looking for their families.

Cyril suddenly stopped.

He looked toward him, standing a lady with a swagging sackcloth in her arms, curly hair, and a little fat, trying to look at the team behind him, with expectations on her face.

Then he turned over and dismounted, handed the jar in his hand to Mia's hand, and then walked towards the lady:

"Mrs. Richards."

"Ah, Lord Lord..." Mrs. Richards didn't expect the Lord to walk towards her and responded quickly, but the next second, she couldn't speak-

The half-elf boy who walked towards him was full of serious face and held a pendant in his hand.

She opened her mouth slightly and held the lamppost beside her with one hand, so that she could barely stand firm. She watched the half-elf boy walk to her step by step, and then handed the pendant to her with both hands.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Richards... Richards' heroic performance is admired by all of us. He is Ciliki's pride. This is what he left for you, and this text message... and, please come to Ciliki Central Plaza in the afternoon." Cyril quickly handed a note to Mrs. Richards, confirmed that the other party was firmly held, then he pulled his hand back and turned back to the nightmare horse.

Mrs. Richards opened the folded note tremblingly, and then read the first line, and could no longer help but cry out:

"Dear, I bought you a pendant in Judeaguan. It is your favorite fruit burger. I will wear it for you..."

She tightly squeezed the light silver chain of the pendant, and sank on the ground and cried loudly regardless of the surrounding eyes.

The residents around were stunned, and at this time, a soldier had already walked out of the queue and handed over the things in his hands to those residents who could not find their relatives.

The crying sound soon spread across the street. Cyril silently brought back the jar. After the last soldier handed over the things in his hand, he signaled to continue moving forward.

This is the first residential area, and the rest are waiting for them.

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The atmosphere of joy was diluted by the return of the Siliki army. When the four major residential areas were completed, the soldiers were already quite tired and disbanded on the spot and returned to their homes.

Mark Boyle, the president of the Boyle Chamber of Commerce, and a group of senior executives of the Chamber of Commerce had been waiting for the team to disband. At this time, he rushed to Cyril, and his face was full of pain and could not be expressed:

"Mr. Adrien, is our Cialique army bad in the north?" Mark Poyle used his fat body to squeeze the escort lady standing behind Cialil, humbly hammering the young lord at the desk.

"We have achieved brilliant results, and we can directly wait for the rewards from Solconan for specific purposes." Cyril said calmly.

"That's right, we didn't lose the battle, we returned gloriously. The welcome scene should be more grand and more joyful! It's so disheartening... Ah, I'm definitely not blaming you, just..." President Boyle said in great fear, afraid that Cyril would be unhappy.

But Cyril did not mean to be angry at all, but signaled Mark Poyle to sit opposite him and said calmly: "I certainly understand the meaning of President Boyle. Victory is naturally worthy of joy and celebration, but I think it is more important to tell my leaders that they are regarded as important participants in Cialich, not participants in the atmosphere."

"Imagine if your son or daughter did not come back with the army, how would you feel when everyone was celebrating?"

"A celebration banquet can be held at any time, it is nothing more than a matter of paying money. But the sacrificed soldiers cannot come back."

Mark Poyle showed a sudden enlightenment: "I understand, I understand, according to your wishes, we should give the deceased a... grand funeral?"

"Oh?" Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have some ideas. Will the Boyle Chamber of Commerce bear the cost?"

"I'm willing, of course I'm willing." Mark Boyle nodded quickly. If the Lord's lord couldn't see such obvious hints, he wouldn't have to sit in the position of the president of the Chamber of Commerce.

"I want to build a cemetery in the northeast of the city to specifically bury the soldiers who died in Siliki. The address has been selected, and the elves should have cleared the weeds for us. You can take someone to make a design drawing and start construction today, and it is best to complete it before the end of the year."

"This, the cemetery... is this a bit..." Mark Poyle was a little stunned. In the words of the Lord, this is only a job that has no income - the cemetery named by the Lord. Can it still be earned for the park fee?

But Cyril just stared at him quietly, and his calm green pupils made Boyle scared. He could only nod and said, "Okay, okay, I will do my best..."

He walked out of the service hall helplessly, shook his head, feeling that he was having a bad job, but saw a figure quickly walking towards the house, which was Atsk Angels.

"Mr. Angels," he shouted.

"President Boyle, why are you frowning?" Atsk greeted him and said politely.

"No, it's just that Lord Lord asked us Boyle Chamber of Commerce to coordinate the cemetery. It's a bit tricky. It's almost the end of the year. Amasil has a lot of orders and is not enough." Boyle found a reason and saw Atsk showing a look of relief, and even walked over and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"President Boyle, Lord Lord is helping you straighten your position."

"Ah?" President Boyle didn't understand at all.

"You wouldn't think that Siliki would be the only big in a few years, right? You wouldn't think that Siliki only needs to go to the north once, right?" Atsk said, shook his head, "For the long-term view, President Boyle, there is a cemetery. In the future, even if the Chamber of Commerce in Mandexburg settles in and has the right to manage the cemetery, your position will be stable."

He sighed: "We are in an era of war, President Boyle."

He shook his head and walked into the office hall, leaving Mark Boyle who had finally understood all this thoughtfully.

"Age of war?"

"So next... should I vigorously develop into the military industry?"

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On the afternoon of that day, Cyril had already arrived at the Central Plaza of Cialique. The soldiers had already set up a simple platform so that he could stand in a position that the audience could see.

Not long after, residents gathered around the square, even the surrounding streets were blocked, and even the shops were filled with stuff.

He glanced over and saw the residents who cried in the morning - Mrs. Richards, Mrs. Jerome, Mrs. Gresham...

The soldiers maintained order, and Atsk Angels and Mia Christian both walked onto the stage. Cyril stood in front, looking at the crowd whispering below, and raised his hand-

A gust of wind blew across the square in an instant, blowing into every shop and street filled with people, making them quiet.

Then he cleared his throat, and the sound was sent into everyone's ears from the wind:

"I am the Count of Ciliki, the Lord of Ciliki, Cyril Adrien. My people."

"In the just-passed war on Northern Xinjiang aid and protection, our Siliki Army has achieved brilliant results. I can speak boldly here. Without the Siliki Army, the situation in the northern Xinjiang will go in an extremely bad direction, so bad that the northern Xinjiang may completely fall."

"And every Siliki soldier is an important contributor to the stability of the northern border and the situation has improved."

"But unfortunately, I was unable to bring them all back."

There was another whimpering sound from below, and the leaders who had lost their families couldn't help crying. Cyril paused and continued.

"We live in an era of war, where the undead invade our northern border, and to our east, Osaint Emma is eyeing us—just a few months ago, they attempted to form an alliance with the elves, so that they could gain military access to the elves and invade us Amasil."

"There will be no less battles to fight next, and it is impossible to be less. In order to protect the land under your feet, and to protect you, including me, all the soldiers of Siliki will not hesitate."

"Siliki is proud of them and you are proud of you."

"The Boyle Chamber of Commerce will be responsible for building a cemetery in the northeast of Siliki, so that all soldiers who died in battle can be buried there. The elves will preside over the funeral and provide shelter for the cemetery."

"Nora is on, they will return to nature and be with you forever."

"The Silicicians in the future will live in the shade supported by us."

"May the wind of Siliki be peaceful forever."

After saying all this, the young lord bowed deeply to his leaders.

Surrounded by the gentle wind, what responded to him was the applause and tears like waves.
Chapter completed!