In the end, Oscar’s voice lowered as he waved his hand and looked at Richard, earnestly saying, "Alright, enough about that, let’s discuss serious matters. You urgently sought out because you wanted to confirm how the promises made back then would be fulfilled, right?"
"Yes," Richard didn’t deny it, "Back then, we agreed that I would help you win the war, and you would give what I wanted. Now the war is won..."
"You will soon get what you want," Oscar took over the conversation, speaking seriously.
"Soon?" Richard raised an eyebrow slightly, "What exactly does that an?"
"Of course, it’s the victory celebration," Oscar glanced at Richard, speaking with annoyance, "Don’t tell you don’t even want to participate in the victory celebration. You might skip the entry ceremony, but the victory celebration is a special ceremony organized by His Majesty to reward those who contributed to the war.
General Soron stayed at Reef Rock Castle to guard against the Sika Kingdom, which is understandable. Apart from him, you, as the command consultant, hold the highest position in the army. If you don’t participate, what would that look like? What kind of victory celebration would it be?
Therefore, you must participate. The remaining things promised to you will be openly given under the guise of reward for your achievents at the ceremony. Additionally, you might have heard, without accident, you will receive a special guard zone in Sika as your fief, which is a reward for your extra contributions during the war—the Alliance has always rewarded rit and punished faults."
Upon hearing this, Richard furrowed his brows, initially thinking to refuse, as he was not keen on managing any fief—politics, personnel, social interactions are too cumberso and would waste a lot of ti, affecting research progress. If he really wanted to manage, he wouldn’t have left the Blue Lion Kingdom initially.
However, he suddenly recalled the matter Blood Princess Molli had discussed with him—if he was too lazy to manage, he could nominally transfer it to her.
Moreover, his current research had reached a bottleneck, requiring a lot of ti to break through. Previously, he felt it was unnecessary, coupled with the threat of the Truth Society, making his research more flexible, so he did not form any team.
Now that the Truth Society has been eliminated, perhaps forming a large, hierarchical research team might be more beneficial.
And a relatively independent territory would be convenient for establishing such a team.
So...
After thinking for a long ti, Richard nodded and agreed with Oscar, saying, "Fine, I will attend the victory celebration then."
"That’s good," Oscar said, sighing in relief.
He then took a sip of tea and stood up, rubbing his brows, stepping out while saying, "Since your issue is settled, I won’t delay any longer, I’ll continue dealing with the entry ceremony and victory celebration issues."
"Alright, I’ll see you off," Richard said, getting up to walk with Oscar towards the door.
Upon reaching the courtyard gate, Oscar suddenly stopped, frowning slightly, and turned his head to look in one direction.
Richard frowned as well and followed Oscar, looking in the sa direction.
"Dong—"
From that direction, a long sound of the Copper Bell echoed.
"Dong—"
Imdiately followed by another sound of the Copper Bell.
"Dong—"
Another one.
"Dong—"
The fourth, fifth... one after another, the Copper Bell sounds beca shorter and more urgent.
This sound seed like tangible wooden pulp, piercing into the night forcefully, stirring the air, making it suddenly agitated.
This is?!
Logically, within Shaya City, the sound from the clock tower is used for tikeeping—but tikeeping is done during the day and stopped at night because no one wants to be rudely awakened by the bell sound while sleeping soundly. If that indeed happened, the bell-ringer would hardly live through the night.
Thus, bell sounds at night are abnormal.
Extrely abnormal!
Each ti it rings represents a major event, significant enough to wake up the entire city to announce.
And the specific event is distinguished based on the number of bell rings, for instance:
Six rings indicate a spy infiltration causing an uncontrollable bloodshed event, requiring a city-wide lockdown and martial law—after Shaya was founded, such bell sounds have only rung twice, and it was right after the establishnt of the nation.
Nine rings indicate a large enemy force appearing nearby unexpectedly, requiring city-wide alert and readiness for battle—after Shaya was founded, such bell sounds have only rung once, and it was also right after the establishnt of the nation. Moreover, it was a false alarm, and the person ordering the bell to be rung was severely punished.
Twelve rings indicate an irresistible catastrophe occurring, requiring city-wide evacuation—such bell sounds have never rung in the entire Soma Alliance’s cities...
Then these bell sounds are?
Upon hearing the bell sounds, Oscar was initially sowhat dazed and surprised, but by the third ring, he began to react calmly, counting to determine what had happened.
Then, after six rings, the bell did not stop...
After nine rings, the bell did not stop...
After twelve rings, the bell still did not stop...
Ultimately, the bell rang the thirteenth ti, followed by prolonged silence, allowing the aftersound to linger in Shaya’s night.
Thirteen rings?
Richard, who was also counting the bell ring numbers, upon hearing the last bell sound, his eyebrow twitched, couldn’t help but recall a previous experience.
He rembered it was when he was on the East Coast, once returning to White Stone Tower, suddenly the tower rang with Copper Bell sounds, similarly thirteen tis. Later, following the crowd to the outside space, he found out thirteen bell rings represented a funeral—that was for the burial of all the Wizards who sacrificed under the Supre Order Divine Society (Truth Society) attack at White Stone Tower.
Most morable was at that funeral, he personally saw Macbeth, who liked to wear white, being buried. Later, he learned from the Black Mountain Kingdom’s Princess that Macbeth feigned death, he was actually alive—the funeral was rely to deceive people.
Then this ti, Shaya’s bell sounding thirteen tis, what does it an? Could it be a funeral too?
If it’s truly a funeral, who has died?
Turning around, Richard noticed the black-faced elder Oscar’s eyes wide open, his dark complexion unprecedentedly turning pale, his body trembling, lips parted several tis without uttering a word, seemingly receiving a great shock, almost unable to stand.
This is?
He puzzled as the entire clock tower in Shaya City echoed, seeming to respond to the first Copper Bell sound, ringing in turn thirteen tis.
In November, already the Cold Moon, the cold wind howled at night, coupled with the crisp and frigid Copper Bell sound, the atmosphere suddenly beca extrely solemn and oppressive.
Richard looked towards Oscar, about to ask a question, but before he could speak, Oscar had already forcibly suppressed his astonishnt and turned to look, opening his mouth to answer, "His Majesty... has passed away!"
What!
The Alliance Emperor, Bear Monarch—Peter Romanov has died?!
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