Chapter Eighty-One The Wedding Ceremony Is About To Begin

  The security of Thunder Bluff is not bad, but it's not a completely safe place either. Although most of the Tauren in Thunder Bluff are working for Mo'yan, there are also many rascals who have come here. The high salaries in Thunder Bluff make the Tauren here much richer than the citizens of other cities, so many thieves and scoundrels have set their sights on this place.

  While Thunder Cliff has monster patrols every night, those werewolves with daytime-like vision in the dark keep these bandits from stealing or robbing freely like they do in other cities. However, this doesn't mean that Thunder Cliff is safe; no matter how tight the patrol routes are, since they're arranged by humans, there will always be blind spots.

  Recently, there have been three thefts and one murder in the outer city. So when Aruba left, he went to say hello to Mo Yan and asked him to take care of Emily, as he might be away from Thunder Cliff for a long time, and he was worried about Emily's safety at home alone.

  "Has it been since the month my brother left that you've been outside my window?" Emily pulled at the spider silk on her nightgown, saying somewhat disbelievingly: "You're with the demon every night, how can you find time to come here?"

  "Although those things are interesting." Mo Yan shrugged and said: "But I also can't do it every night, even if I won't feel tired, but they will. If they can't get out of bed the next day, you'll blame me again. Now that there's more to do in Leifeng Cliff, I'm considering increasing the number of clerks. Just relying on the three of you and a dozen or so Salter people is no longer enough to run the whole city."

  When the population of Thundercliff was not yet large, everything in Thundercliff relied on Lilith and Vivian to take care of it. Later, because of the guard, Mo Yan also let Emily join in. However, with the continuous increase in population and the continuous expansion and growth of industries, it is completely impossible to rely solely on three people.

  Mo Yan also recruited some Sart people as clerks, and after a certain training, let them help with document processing. These people all have families in Thunder Cliff and have certain properties. Moreover, their credit and reputation are very good whether in their original city or in Thunder Cliff, so Mo Yan would entrust them to handle some daily documents and reports.

  However, even so, it is now impossible to meet the needs of Thunder Ridge. Recently, Mo Yan has decided to divide the originally unified management structure into several departments to manage various things. The leaders are selected from those Sart people who have been recruited since the beginning and have some experience. Although this will make the power of the Sart people in the city a bit too great, there is no other way for now.

  The Zhongyuan nation on the Xile continent would not have management talent, running to this dangerous place of Ailan. The gray dwarves, although having exquisite craftsmanship, do not have any special talents in these aspects, and simply managing the products of each ironwork shop is already overwhelming for these gray dwarves, making them handle complex documents is completely a dead end.

  Although the Sart's brain is not flexible enough, at least it is currently the best choice. Who let the Thunder Cliff be in Eran? The most populous ethnic group here is also the Sart people.

  "If so, why did you show up today?" A gentle breeze blew in from the window opened by Mo Yan, causing the candles in the room to flicker. Emily looked at Mo Yan outside the window and said.

  "Just heard a girl lamenting about her life, so I couldn't help but come out and say something." Mo Yan smiled and said: "If you're worried that this wedding will affect your future, it's not too late to regret now. Everything can still be changed. You don't need to suffer for the sake of completely unfamiliar strangers, do you?"

  "Can I still be called a maiden?" Emily suddenly laughed and said, "At my age, other people's children are already playing at home."

  "That's just a different perspective, I suppose." Mo Yan looked at Emily's healthy and smooth wheat-colored skin, her tight neck, and her beautiful curved legs that were slightly exposed by her nightgown, nodding in agreement: "At least from my point of view, twenty-one is still very young, people here get married and mature a bit too early."

  "Is that so." Emily did not respond to Mo Yan's words, she tidied up her golden short hair, curled up on the bed and sighed: "I don't regret my choice, although I'm very scared but I don't regret it. I already knew you had such preparations, so I couldn't allow such things to happen."

  I also know that marrying into the Sartre family is the fastest way to join them, but I couldn't bear to see a perfectly good family destroyed in front of me just to give Thundercrag an excuse to intervene. Maybe it sounds hypocritical for me to say this, but it's what I truly think - regardless of whether or not I know that unknown girl who wasn't chosen, and whether or not I'll get thanked or rewarded, I won't care, because only by doing so can my heart be at peace."

  "That's not a hypocritical remark." Upon hearing Emily's words, Mo Yan shook his head and said: "Although I've seen countless conspiracies and betrayals, sons selling out their own fathers, wives having affairs and killing their husbands, men who crave power sending their daughters to be with bosses older than themselves.

  But that doesn't mean there's no goodness in the world, and your goodness isn't the fake kind you're talking about. Trust me, I can tell the difference."

  "Thank you," Emily said softly.

  "It's getting late." Mo Yan looked up at the moon that had already climbed high in the sky and said, "You should get some rest early, I'll take my leave now." As he spoke, Mo Yan closed Emily's window and left her bedside, heading towards his own residence, leaving behind Emily who was hugging her knees and curled up on the bed, lost in thought.

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  Time passed quickly, and the envoys from other cities have already checked into the inns in the city. The streets of Thunder Bluff are now decorated with a large number of colorful ribbons, and there are flower baskets decorated with wild flowers everywhere. Roadside signs also indicate the start time of the wedding ceremony. Everyone in Thunder Bluff knows that today is the day of the wedding.

  In the garden in front of the still unfinished White House, a large number of long tables covered with white tablecloths have been set up. All the cooks from Thunder Cliff received the ingredients and orders for the food yesterday. Tonight at the wedding banquet, the tables in the White House garden will be filled with all sorts of dishes.

  Now Mo Yan is preparing for the wedding, in tonight's ceremony he will wear his most powerful armor and hold his sharpest weapon according to Sartrean wedding customs, and show off his strength and bravery to the guests at the banquet.

  Only after the guests have acknowledged him will they present gifts of blessing and sign their names on a special piece of vellum to prove the existence of the marriage. All married Saulteaux have such a piece of vellum, which serves as proof that their marriage is recognized by the people.

  At the same time, the man who is getting married also has to accept the challenge of the dissenter. If he cannot defeat the challenger, then this wedding will end in failure. However, generally speaking, such a situation will not occur, after all, two people can get to the point of marriage, and have already been recognized by most people.

  For tonight's styling, Mo Yan had already considered it. He asked the gray dwarf to forge a full steel armor. This armor was made by Mo Yan according to some game styles, although the practical effect is not great, but it looks very majestic. The sharp thorns at the elbow and shoulder, as well as the heavy style.

  Mo Yan looks like he has a full-fledged destructive power, and the weapon he wields is also a giant steel war axe. Even if it's just placed on the ground, it can crack the floor, a sturdy dwarf-style war axe that, although not as majestic as armor, can still be considered a powerful killer.

  Wearing this suit, Mo Yan can simply walk and make the stones on the ground jump up with a loud rumbling sound. This set of equipment weighs over 150 kilograms, plus Mo Yan's own weight, making him almost like a human road roller.

  Ryze also used some magical tricks on his armor and weapons, making them emit a faint glow to make them look like magical equipment. As for not getting the magic materials in time, Ryze also had some complaints, after all, he had already gotten many good ideas from Thunderhorn Ridge and urgently needed to turn his thoughts into reality.

  "I feel like I've already transcended to a higher realm." Mo Yan said with a smile as he stood in front of the mirror made of water by Jones, looking at his majestic and carefree self.

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