The grand bonfire was burning, and melodious bells rang out from the bell tower in the distance. In the fragrance of the chrysanthemums in the city, Saint Sunil began to be shrouded in a layer of hazy and dreamy smoke. The fires spread throughout the city seemed to be in the face of the gradually deeper night, creating the glory of a city under the starry sky.

This reminds people of the dark era that has become a legend, and of the second pioneering that determines the fate of mankind. In the dark and chaos demon tide, did the ancestors have ignited huge bonfires like today, just like erecting a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding the lost compatriots in the depths of the demon tide to move closer to themselves?

This may also be another hidden meaning of the bonfire that must be lit on Anling Day night.

Looking at the shaking fire in front of him and listening to the etiquette officer reading the lengthy requiem prayer beside him, Wales Moen silent expressionlessly. The nominal ruler of Ansu stood like an outsider in this courtyard that remembered Moen's ancestors. The sparks rising from the bonfire rose and roared in front of him, and flew towards the dark night in the steaming hot wind, gradually blending with the late autumn starry sky. In that night sky, he could not see the face of Charlie Moen's distant and strange blood ancestor.

A gentle footstep sound came from behind. The middle-aged crown prince suddenly felt a sense of peace and tranquility that had no reason to cover his body and mind. He glanced at a ray of light that appeared in the air, turned his head, and saw Veronica Moon standing beside him.

On the chest of this saint princess, a small white flower bloomed under the nourishment of the holy light, holy and beautiful.

"Brother, good evening." Veronica said with a calm smile that seemed to be unchanged on her face, and she bowed slightly.

"Veronica..." Walesmoon looked at his genius sister with some surprise, "Shouldn't you pray in the cathedral?"

"Today is Anling Day, the first Anling Day after the Father passed away," Veronica said lightly, "The Lord will be tolerant."

This is not something that can be said like a "saint princess" who is as devout as textbooks in the eyes of outsiders, but Wales Moon knew that her sister had been extraordinary since she was a child. She always had her own ideas and always had countless clever reasons to make her behavior seem natural, so he just nodded slightly and did not ask any more questions.

After a moment of embarrassing silence, Wales took the initiative to speak: "The Duke of Victoria has been here, and she told me something."

"You are going to be king."

Wales was a little surprised: "How did you know?"

"It's not difficult to guess, the situation is like this, and the Regent Duke can make few choices. Today is the Day of Anling. In front of the ancestors, she will tell you these things just right," Veronica said calmly, then bent slightly, "Brother, congratulations."

Wales frowned slightly, it was not what he wanted to hear. He looked at Veronica's eyes, and the eyes were as gentle and trustworthy as ever, but in his eyes, the eyes seemed to be carved with gems, as beautiful as a vivid fake, but lifeless. It was a look of neither malicious nor kindness, which made him turn his head awkwardly.

No one seems to have ever felt that the temperament of this saint princess was strange at all. Everyone regarded her as a treasure given by heaven and a symbol of all Ansu's beautiful spirit. However, when Veronica was still very young, Wales always felt a strangeness for no reason when she was with this sister. Under such strange pressure, he would try his best to avoid being alone with Veronica. However, today is Anling's Day, and he had no reason to leave the courtyard early.

So he could only stay here and try to shift the topic: "I heard that after the Holy Cult Army went to the battlefield, the situation of the Kingdom Army was gradually improving..."

"It's just getting better to the point where you can be stalemate with the East Rebels," Veronica replied. "And a large part of the stalemate is that the weather is getting colder and the winter is not good for both sides of the battle."

"...Is that so? I didn't expect this," Wales smiled self-deprecatingly. "Look, I'm not suitable to be a king, I can't even think of this."

"No one is born to be a king. You have just left Silver Castle for too long," Veronica said, looking at the bonfire in the courtyard. After a few seconds of pause, she suddenly said something seemingly insane, "...The bonfires lit on Anling Day this year are twice as many years."

Wales was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "It's because of the war."

"The dead believers will return to the kingdoms of the gods, and those who are unbeliever will fall into the mansion of the god of death. The souls have their own places, but people are willing to believe that the lost souls will go home on the petals of the chrysanthemum to join the living... Brother, do you believe that the souls will come back and look at us in the fire?"

Wales couldn't help but look at the fire in the courtyard. The bright flames were jumping in the night sky. There was actually nothing in the hazy curtain formed by the flames and smoke, but he couldn't help but think about it. The face of Francis II appeared in the swaying curtains for a moment. The old king looked at himself with a scepter and looked at him calmly, without any expectations in his sight.

"I hope they can rest in the kingdom of God," said Wales, and looked at Veronica beside him, "Where are you? As the living saint of the God of Light, can you see our Fathers and all the ancestors in the fire?"

Veronica was silent for a moment before turning around and leaving: "I can't see anything."

I am also Walesmoon and said in my heart.

Then he raised his head and watched the smoke rising from the bonfire float straight towards the night sky. It merged with more smoke from a very high place, and countless smoke from the bonfires merged into a huge cloud of smoke and stars gradually blurred.

Under the night, a huge bonfire was burning on the Trail Blazers Square, the largest square in Cecil.

The mechanical bells in the city center sounded eight times, and a huge hand of shaping power floated over the bonfire, sprinkling powder made of black stone and phosphate stone into the fire. With a slight explosion, the flames of the bonfire suddenly became extremely bright and grand.

The crowd gathered next to the fire gave loud cheers, and accompanied by the cheers of the shocking city, the large magic network terminal set up in the square was activated, and a huge holographic projection appeared above the square.

The magic network terminals are located in several other squares in the city, located in several surrounding cities, and located on each town square along the cross axis of the Principal of Cecil.

On this night, almost everyone gathered around the bonfire, and almost all the large bonfires were located in the squares of various towns.

The Cecils are no longer unfamiliar with this "miracle of magic". They do not make a fuss or dodge. People just raised their heads curiously and looked at the figure gradually emerging on the projection.

Gowen Cecil's figure appeared on it.

"Good evening, citizens, I am your lord."

The crowd was a little surprised. Some people immediately took off their hats and paid tribute to the holographic images in the square after reacting, while some innocent children shouted happily, and the brave children pointed at the holographic images: "Look! Lord!!"

The reckless child was immediately stopped by the adults, and the lord's voice continued to come from the holographic projection:

"Today is Anling Day, and we commemorate the lost. The origin of this festival is to commemorate a nobleman, and today we use it to commemorate our parents and brothers, and our lost relatives and friends...

In the Pioneer Square, Betty stared at the big bonfire in front of her. She listened to the lord's voice coming from the holographic image behind her, quietly dazed.

"In the early spring of 375, a disaster came to the old Cecil, and countless people left the world that day..."

The night wind with smoke and dust came, awakening Betty from her daze. She watched the people around her start to throw branches into the fire, and picked up the small branches that had been prepared, stepped forward a few steps, and threw the branches into the fire a little clumsyly.

The small branches were quickly engulfed by the flames. The little maid looked at the bright flames in a daze. In her incredible mind, every beating of the flames seemed to turn into a face.

"Mrs. Hansen...Mrs. Morris...Uncle Taylor..."

Betty murmured softly, muttering the names she had used a lot of effort to finally remember, then suddenly bent down and bowed vigorously with the sign-like momentum that seemed to throw herself out.

"I survived!"

A figure passed by Betty, which was Rebecca, who also held the branches in his hand. The heir of the Cecil family also threw the branches in his hand into the fire. The flashing fire reflected on her face. The girl who was always rash and lost was rarely quiet at this moment. She stood quietly for a while before she whispered: "We survived 880 people... Father, I have tried my best."

Hetty came to Rebecca at some point: "Everything is developing very well now, Rebecca has grown a lot..."

Behind them, Gao Wen's holographic projection still floated over the square, his voice vibrated the air, spreading far and far: "...To all the unfortunate civilians who died, may your souls rest in peace, to all the soldiers who died, I salute you... May the deceased rest in peace, please rest assured that Cecil will continue to move forward, I promise you all...

"Good night to all living and dead."

The holographic projection in the square gradually disappeared, and people were quiet in solemnity. In the "studio" of the Magic Network Control Center, Gao Wen stepped down from the platform used to collect holographic images.

Amber came over from the side, and the half-elf had a smirk on her face: "Are you rebellious again? Have you always been civilians going to commemorate the nobles? The first time there is a noble here to commemorate the civilians, and it also 's pay tribute'..."

Gao Wen exhaled slightly: "From now on the land of Cecil, Anling Day is a thorough, ordinary anniversary... Even scholars who specialize in history will no longer be obsessed with the original origin and significance of Anling Day."

"So your purpose is indeed your hope that everyone will not continue to celebrate your death day with singing and dancing in the future."

Gao Wen looked at Amber quietly, who seemed to be begging for a slap again, but saw the unnatural point deep in the half-elf's eyes.

He asked, "Do you have no relatives to remember?"

Amber turned his face away: "I don't even know what my parents' name are, and I'm not even sure if they are really dead. Who will go to memorialize."

"What about your adoptive father?"

Amber didn't say anything until a few seconds later, saying in a low voice: "...He is a thief wanted by the nobles. When he died, he was purified by the Holy Light Priest... There is no place for him in the bonfire on Anling Day."

Gao Wen looked at Amber's side face, and he finally knew why this half-elf was so persistently hostile to all the Holy Light Priests.

"What crime did your adoptive father commit?

"I just wanted to find a book from the church, but I accidentally knocked over the candles enshrined by the local lord. I have said a long time ago that he is a crappy little thief..."

The room was quiet for a moment. After a moment of silence, Gao Wen broke the silence: "I can't reverse that purification, but as the ruler of the southern border, I can pardon your adoptive father. What is his name?"

Amber looked at Gao Wen in surprise, and then reacted: "Sarry... His name is Surry Randolph..."

Gao Wen was a little surprised: "He has a last name?"

"Well, he has a surname. I asked him, but he didn't say anything... After that, I also investigated many family genealogies in the southern border, but I couldn't find this surname."

"That's right..." Gao Wen exclaimed, "Maybe he is a declining noble vassal. In short, Surrey Randolph is already innocent."

A word of forgiveness cannot make the dead live, nor can it recall the already decayed soul from the bottom of the country of the dead. But many times, what people want is not practical meaning, but just a relief.

Gao Wen patted Amber on the shoulder gently: "Go while the bonfire is still burning, go quickly."
Chapter completed!