The Lord is Addicted in Infrastructure

"Hiss, it's so cold, why is it so cold..."

In Weisas, an ordinary civilian man came out of the room wrapped in thick clothes.

The fire that burned in the fireplace last night had been extinguished, and the temperature in the house was gradually dropping.

Their family was woken up from the cold before morning. The man had no choice but to come out and bring some firewood in to light it...

A little fire appeared, and the room was lit up again.

He heard the whistling wind blowing, banging against the window, and counting the time, it should be almost morning.

However, it was still dark outside the window.

This is not surprising, after all, in winter, the dark time is always longer.

The man blew on the small flame that had finally ignited, trying to make the flame burn more vigorously in the fireplace.

At this time, his wife got off the bed with her coat on.

She picked up the iron pot used to boil water on the table, shook it, but there was no sound, and when she opened it, the little water left over from last night had frozen.

"...Hey, why is it so cold? I haven't been frozen into ice before." The woman frowned and said, then wrapped her coat tightly and poured some water into the pot.

"Do you feel that this winter seems to be very cold, last year it will be warm if you wear a coat in the house, but this year it is still cold..."

The woman babbled, and then hung the iron kettle used to boil water beside the fireplace.

In this way, after dawn, the water in the pot will be hot.

The man nodded: "Yes, it feels a lot colder."

"And this year the Volley River is frozen over, so thick that boats can't drive on it..."

As he was talking, the woman suddenly raised her head and shouted in surprise: "It's snowing outside...it's snowing so heavily..."

Outside the pitch-black window, heavy snow like goose feathers began to fall at some point.

——It’s like a silent painting that suddenly becomes dynamic, the collision of black and white is particularly distinct and conspicuous.

And there was a lot of snow, as if all the snowflakes were poured out at once...

When Xia Zuoyi woke up from the castle, the heavy snow was still falling.

In his room, apart from the green balls standing on the shelf combing their feathers, there are also egg yolks and brown sugar that came in to sleep last night.

At this time, Xia Zuoyi stood by the window and waved to Brown Tang: "Come here, come here."

Brown Sugar stood up from the cushion, first yawned and stretched, and then slowly came to Xia Zuoyi's side wagging his tail.

Xia Zuoyi hugged Brown Tang tightly.

He hid behind the plush and stretched out his hand to open the window. In an instant, cold air poured in...

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot in an instant.

Brown Tang shook his ears, turned his head and calmly rubbed Xia Zuoyi with his big head, as if to say - "Don't be afraid, I'll keep you out of the wind".

Xia Zuoyi frowned and kissed Brown Tang.

He watched the large snowflakes falling continuously outside the window, in patches, as if they were going to dye the entire castle, and even the entire Mount Paar, in snow-white.

The ground, the lake surface, the treetops... the mountains in the distance, like putting on new clothes at this moment, began to show a different appearance from the past.

Xia Zuoyi rested her chin lightly on the top of Brown Tang's head, and exhaled silently: "It's started..."

He then closed the window and walked out of the room with his slippers on.

After a while, he came to the outside of His Majesty's room and knocked on the door.

The door was opened, and the figure of Saigalot appeared.

"Your Majesty, I have something to discuss with you."

"Come in."

…………

San Aero Empire.

It is also snowing like goose feathers here, and there is already a thick layer on the streets.

Because of the cold weather, few people are still walking around in the city, and in some places, the oars are even smashed in such weather.

It is difficult to travel, and it is not easy to do business-many people are now worrying about life and food and clothing.

This kind of situation is too common in the San Airo Empire.

After all, since the end of the Black Death epidemic, the empire has experienced a lot of turmoil - turmoil in various places, the alternation of royal power, and the succession of the eldest prince Warner...

The difficult life of the people of the empire has not been effectively improved.

Of course, this only refers to civilians and slaves.

The lives of the nobles have long since recovered, as before.

People at the top have not changed, and those at the bottom will only suffer more.

"The heavy snow keeps falling like this... It seems that many people will die this winter." On the street, an old man hurried home sighed.

He saw that he was covered with worn-out blankets or papers he picked up from nowhere, hoping to escape the heavy snow with these things and the eaves above his head.

However, those figures remained motionless in the heavy snow... I don't know if they were frozen, or... dead.

The old man sighed again, then walked away quickly.

His family is not rich, even if he couldn't bear to see such a scene, there is no way to help him...

——This winter, he still has to think carefully about how he wants to get through it.

"Oh, God of Creation bless you, please let this heavy snow stop quickly."

The sound of sighing gradually dissipated in the heavy snow.

However, Chuangshi Shen was probably taking a nap, and did not listen to the lame prayer appeal...

The heavy snow fell all day long and didn't stop until midnight. The entire empire seemed to have become cold and cold, and the cold air filled the place.

Even the fireplace in the royal palace urgently added a lot of coal and firewood.

Warner couldn't sleep, changed his clothes, put on another coat and walked out of the room.

The room and the corridor are two different temperatures, and the corridor is very cold...

Holding the lit kerosene lamp in his hand, he pushed back the attendants and servants, and came to the study alone.

Before that, he had ordered an attendant to call the second prince Ken to come over.

When Ken walked into the study, Warner was sitting behind the desk frowning, flipping through a document in his hand.

"Big brother."

Ken swallowed the urge to yawn, walked to sit down opposite Warner, "Is there anything you want me to do?"

Warner first apologized to him for disturbing him so late.

"But I can't find anyone else to talk to now, Ken, you are the one I trust the most." Warner sighed.

"I understand, brother."

Ken observed Warner's face and asked, "Are you worried about the heavy snowfall in the empire?"

"...a lot of people will die."

Ken hesitated and said, "But in the past... people died in the winter in the empire before, and they were all poor civilians or slaves..."

"They will freeze to death, starve to death in every corner of the empire..."

"That's normal, brother."

He didn't understand why his eldest brother was so worried tonight, something that used to happen in winter.

Warner said: "You also said it was once."

"Ken, the empire today can no longer stand the toss. Since the Black Death, the empire has not been calm, and turmoil is happening almost everywhere."

The class of nobility has not changed, but commoners and slaves have been exploited and oppressed.

——The existence of classes used to be like a solid triangle, with the bottom layer being the foundation, and the higher the level, the greater the power.

But now the empire has begun to turmoil from the bottom.

When the bottom base is gradually reduced and withdrawn...the result will only be the collapse of the existence of the upper class.

The St. Airo Empire and the Territory of Designia are completely governed by two modes.

Xia Zuoyi abolished the system of enfeoffing the territory long ago when the Designia territory was established.

He became the sole lord with the rights of king.

Although there will be other nobles, mayors, officials, etc. in the territory, they no longer enjoy the supreme ruling power in their respective cities as before.

Because all the territory in the Dexinia territory belongs to Xia Zuoyi.

This also made it possible for him to make correct adjustments to various affairs conveniently and arbitrarily.

Instead of being like Warner, even though he has become a king, he still has a feeling of restraint.

What's more, because of the reward mechanism set up earlier, the number of slaves in the Designia territory has been greatly reduced.

Even slaves still exist.

But the slaves living in the Designia territory are much better than other places.

From a certain point of view, Warner is very concerned about Xia Zuoyi Designia.

After the events of the Battle of Quincy West.

He has clearly realized that the lord of Designia, and even the entire Designia territory, will eventually become an existence that can threaten the empire.

Warner gathered the power of the king in his hands ahead of time, and it has to be said that there is also a reason for this.

"Big brother..."

Ken Banner leaned back on the chair, his ice-blue eyes were extremely deep under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, and he couldn't help asking, "What are you thinking about?"

"Those nobles with fiefs..."

Warner paused and said, "If I want the empire to continue to expand its territory, I must first firmly control those nobles..."

"They can't be my hindrance."

"Ken, sometimes it's a indulgent thing to let power go too far, and it's time to take it back."

…………

On the second day after the heavy snow stopped.

The incomparably handsome Hai Dongqing flew down to the holy church in the imperial city, and when he first saw the scorpion, he ran to find the two cardinals who were in charge.

Dempsey carefully removed the log that was tied to Qingtuan's paw, opened it, and looked at the curled parchment inside.

After seeing clearly the contents on the parchment, Dempsey's expression changed.

There was a look of astonishment and surprise on his face, mixed with strange and incomprehensible emotions...

In short, the expression was so complicated that Malediz, who was waiting to read the parchment, glared at him directly, and then snatched the letter.

After Malediz read the above content, the expression on his face became almost the same as that of Dempsey.

He shouted in disbelief: "Your Majesty, what does this mean?!"

Dempsey came back to his senses: "What do you think it means?"

"Isn't it clearly written above, Your Majesty intends to build a second holy church in the territory of Designia..."

"Oh, I see, His Majesty doesn't plan to come back in the future."

Malediz continued, "But how come..."

"Why doesn't Your Majesty come back? The San Ailuo Empire is the place where Your Majesty grew up."

"The main cathedral of the Holy See has existed in the empire for hundreds of years, why do you suddenly want to build a second..."

"No, this is against the rules!"

Dempsey knew how rigid and strict Maleditz was. He certainly could not understand and accept this decision made by the Pope, and he would continue to oppose it.

but……

"Do you think it's not possible, is it useful for the crown?" Dempsey asked with a soul.

Maleditz: "..."

How could it be useful.

Because he understood that nothing he said would make the Pope change his decision, Maleditz's expression became even uglier.

He said: "But do you think it is acceptable to build a second holy church... What's more, it is still in the territory of Designia."

"If this decision is known by the imperial family and the king, it may cause another wave."

Dempsey: "That's out of your control and me."

Malediz finally sighed helplessly: "What is your majesty thinking... don't you really plan to come back?!"

The author has something to say: Xia Xia: I want to discuss something with you.

Pope: Exactly, I also have something to say.

Xia Xia: Huh?

Pope: Can I apply for permanent residency at the castle?

Xia Xia: Maomao Shocked.jpg, Tactical Leaning Back.jpg.