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Chapter 393: Bagpipe's Feelings

Qianfeng City, the core city of Victoria's grain-storage county, is also one of the few important cities in Victoria that can handle the treatment of such a large number of wounded and the supply of troops in the first time.

This was also the busiest and safest time for Qianfeng City, even though the city lord had strongly opposed the infected people entering the city, advocating that they be stationed on the edge of the city and was willing to provide all necessary supplies.

But when a huge group of wounded appeared, the city's mounted police and citizens ignored the city lord's restrictive decree. For a time, the streets were deserted to welcome the heroes who had saved them from disaster. Under pressure from public opinion, the city lord of Qianfeng City had to pretend to be stupid and invalidate the decree he had issued a few hours ago, swallowing the embarrassment.

Especially when the three Grand Dukes of Windermere, Caster and Fife arrived a week later, Omar, a mere Earl, had no choice but to be ashamed and give up.

His position was special. At least half of the country's grain storage and transportation would pass through Qianfeng City. Amid the undercurrent of power struggle, he was not allowed to completely show favor and take sides with only one duke. It was just that psychologically and intentionally, he admired Duke Caister more. However, Caister's demeanor on this trip reminded him that it would be better for him not to get in her way.

He did some research and without much effort learned the bombshell news about the Duke's gathering.

"The crown prince has reappeared? And appeared on the bloody battlefield? And even gained the support of the Steam Knights?!"

A series of heavyweight news shocked Count Omar continuously, and it seemed that this was already a fact known to the whole city. In less than two days, this news would spread like wings to every corner of Victoria, and together with the victory of the Bloody War, it would set off a wave of enthusiasm in Victoria.

Monsters were defeated, homes were protected, even the Breath of Kings reappeared, and the nation's nominal heir returned to Victoria's sight, carrying the glory of victory in the war. It seemed as if another golden age was beckoning Victoria...

But Omar knew that the earls involved in the power struggle all knew that Victoria could move forward without a king. The emergence of Alexandrina Vina Victoria was by no means something to celebrate. How could the Grand Duke be willing to give up power?

But the crown prince returned with glorious military exploits, appearing when and where Victoria needed him most. Moreover, there was no way to hide the news, nor to directly prevent her from gaining a foothold and going against the public opinion of the entire country... No other Grand Duke of Victoria could do that.

Therefore, more grand dukes came to Qianfeng City either in person or by sending representatives. This was a negotiation as well as a trial with shackles imposed.

Along with the news of the crown prince's return, the stories of the "war heroes" also spread like wildfire. Among the series of "legends", the most important one is naturally the swordsman who ended the source of the disaster.

A life-or-death battle, the breath of kings, the bloody king, the sword falls and the rain stops, draped in golden glory, the flag of victory is raised, carrying the stranger with destiny...

Legendary stories do not need deliberate editing. Word of mouth always has excellent processing to enrich a respected story. The identity of "foreigner" has been downplayed a lot. People only know that he risked his life to end the war and shed blood for Victoria.

However, naturally, Ling was completely unaware of the above undercurrents and the title of war hero. After all, there were many things that needed to be implemented after the dukes had decided on the most important matters. Honor and rewards were all matters that would come after that.

He is currently walking with Fengdi in the fields of Qianfeng City. The opportunity for the two of them to be alone was something Fengdi fought for himself. Mostima and Texas knew that Ling Dengxian came for her and fought for her, so they had to give them some time and space to communicate properly... although it did give the opponent a chance.

But in the end, they had to acknowledge this feeling, and the two respected this feeling.

Ling Dengxian has been recuperating in Qianfeng City for half a month. He himself admitted that his recovery speed was a bit too scary. When he just woke up, he needed someone to support him when walking, but now he can basically take care of himself. Apart from the injured internal organs, which still need to continue to rest and wait, the only obvious serious injury left is the huge wound on his chest. It is obvious that even with Bai Yan's presence, such a serious injury will not be healed in one or two months.

Rather, it can be said that not only did he not die on the spot after his chest was almost cut open, but he survived and even recovered. This can be said to be a very miraculous result.

"Maybe I'll have to change the files when I get back..." Ling Dengxian thought helplessly. In fact, his physical strength was not high, he was just durable. With Bai Yan, he could recover quickly, and during fierce battles, the Demon King Transformation would support his physical strength.

I heard from Startel that this is a bit like her.

His hearing has improved a lot and there is no obvious impact, but his vision has not recovered so quickly. Even his left eye seems to be a little slow and has some blurriness. Yesterday, Yaye took time out for a follow-up check and predicted that it would take at least a full month to basically recover. In order to protect his eyes, he basically does not go out in strong light weather because his vision in both eyes has been affected. He always has to be accompanied by at least one of the three women when he goes out.

The war was over and it was harvest season in Qianfeng City. Being able to harvest crops after the state of emergency was one of the few good news for Omar in the cramped atmosphere of Qianfeng City. This meant that they could avoid the price pressure from the Grand Duke during the wartime grain collection process, and they could also take advantage of the post-war recovery to enter the disaster-stricken areas first and take the lead in the newly established economic structure.

With many grand dukes stationed here, especially the presence of Wellington's army, the safety factor of Qianfeng City has reached an unprecedented level. By using their connections, Qianfeng City can save a considerable amount of money on the transportation and escort of the first batch of grain.

Therefore, harvesting in the city became the top priority. Ling Dengxian and Feng Di saw golden waves of wheat surging in front of their eyes. Even if all the workers and farmers were mobilized, the clusters of golden whirlwinds would still be endless.

The tractor groaned as it climbed over the rolling hills. Ling Dengxian was pulled aside by the bagpipe. Dust drifted over the hills. It was a good day today. Waifan looked at the boy and couldn't help but move closer.

Ling Dengxian watched the tractor go away, and he didn't even realize that he was smiling. The past of Qicheng Town appeared before his eyes, and he couldn't move his feet for a moment.

"What's wrong? You're smiling so happily." Feng Di had just pulled Ling Dengxian's hand to avoid him, but did not let go. However, he felt it was not enough, so he carefully hugged his arm, quietly leaned against him, and blushed.

"Nothing... I was just thinking that isn't your specialty. You must be itching to accompany me for a walk but can't go to help, right?" Ling Dengxian moved his arms. Fengdi's heart skipped a beat, but the former's action only made her movements more natural. Fiona looked up and happened to meet Ling's gaze. She subconsciously lowered her head shyly.

Ling Dengxian also looked away. He couldn't see Feng Di's specific expression, but the girl's blush and accelerated heartbeat were a little too obvious from the "elbow" on his arm.

Ling's ears also blushed. They had done some intimate things before, but today's interaction between the two of them was a little different...

"Well... Mom said that the grain harvest was indeed a big deal, so she went to negotiate for help, and then she told me... to take good care of you."

"I, I'm feeling much better now, aren't I?" Ling Dengxian teased her deliberately, blushing even as he spoke. Turning his head, he added, "It's embarrassing to keep bothering you, especially now that I can take care of myself."

"What if you go out alone and no one is watching you and you get lost! Your eyes are not well." Fengpi looked up.

"Just kidding." Ling Dengxian smiled confidently, "Even if you can see, you'll still get lost."

Bagpipe looked at him with disdain, and then they both laughed. Bagpipe also stayed close to him with peace of mind. The wheat waves were charming and the farmland was filled with fragrance.

The two sat down under the shade of the tree, side by side. Vayfan leaned over, and the touch of the horns made him feel itchy.

Under the shade of the tree, Ling Dengxian was about to say something when a kiss gently landed on his cheek.

The girl buried her face in his arms, her blood flowing faster and her heart beating fast. After a while, the boy reached out and hugged Vaifan in his arms, sighing, but unable to refuse this happiness.

"Fiona."

"I know, but I like you."

Vaifan raised his face again, hugged him and kissed him again, his face flushed and stubborn, his eyes flickering like moving crystals, he leaned closer, his breathing slightly quickened, the third kiss came quickly, but it was a kiss from the girl across her palm.

"When you take the initiative, we'll..." Bagpi's voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper. She put her chin on his shoulder and hugged him carefully.

Perhaps because of the wound on his chest, he felt that their hearts were so close, and he could deeply understand Fengpi's thoughts.

"Fiona... My code name is White Dove, I think—"

"I know." Bagpipe repeated again, letting go of him, holding his shoulders and facing him with a bright smile, "But I like you, I'm sure!"

"Although Texas... I am the one who knows you best, right?" Bagpipe smiled as brightly as the sun, then revealed a determined look, "Don't forget, I said I would help you get home."

"This time, haven't you helped me keep the 'home' I can return to?" The bagpipe was naturally referring to Madeline. Her mother vividly recounted to her the story of someone mistaking someone for someone else, and also spoke highly of him.

"After all, I know her well." Ling Dengxian smiled and looked at the girl with great satisfaction.

"Then... does the previous agreement still count?"

"What?" Ling Dengxian couldn't figure out which one it was.

"...Take me...to your house..." Fengdi scratched his head. Ling Dengxian was stunned for a moment. He reached out to hug the girl and answered softly, "Yeah."

The two people wearing straw hats in the distance sighed.

"One step behind."

"I've already boarded."

The air then stagnated slightly, and Lupert showed a strange expression and looked at the fallen angel: "You? Feeling sorry too?"

"..."

"Aren't you just... 'concerned about the younger generation'?"

Mostima's eyes shifted, and he laughed: "Isn't it a pity that the younger generation has taken the lead in the field of love before the older generation?"

Texas stared at her, narrowed his eyes, and seemed to understand something.

……

"In order to protect your eyes, don't you really want to wear an eye patch or something?" asked Bagpipe.

The two were walking on the road to the city. At some point, the songs of workers in the fields began to be sung. The notes floated in the warmth, and the footsteps of the bagpipes became much lighter.

"No, there's a duke who also wears an eyepatch. It would be awkward if we had to meet him for something..."

"Is it really okay for you to talk about meeting the Duke so nonchalantly?"

"That's right, I should have nothing to do with it now—"

A gray-blue-haired Filin stopped the two men and gave them a standard military salute. His eyes were filled with curiosity and envy, and he nodded slightly.

"Mr. White Dove, the Duke of Windermere would like you to come to the council chamber."