Chapter 627: The Games
Chapter 627: The Games
"Look! It's the Scarlet Lone Wolf!"
"Since the preliminary rounds three days ago, he's maintained an absolute lead, and now claiming the championship is as easy as taking candy from a baby!"
"Quick, look! He's only 100 meters away from the finish line!"
The games in the Forest Capital were underway with great enthusiasm and excitement.
This was the first time the Forest Capital had hosted an open games for outsiders.
Given the importance of this grand event, Lord Lindsey had sent out the news early on.
Now, most factions from the eastern part of the world had sent representatives to participate.
After several days of competitions, some distinctive or outstanding athletes naturally gained their own nicknames in the heated atmosphere.
Amidst this 'rare spectacle', the people indulged in the comforts of the Forest Capital and enjoyed the sports that passed the time and ignited their passions.
Whether they were residents of the city or outsiders who had traveled far, almost everyone was wholeheartedly immersed in the games.
At the Flower Square in the city center, Lord Lindsey sat with a serious expression, monitoring the personnel movements in the Insect Nest on the attribute panel, which was hidden from others.
As the host of the games and the ruler of the Forest Capital, Lord Lindsey dedicated a portion of his day to overseeing the event.
This not only demonstrated his commitment to the games but also served as an opportunity to showcase his authority as the lord to the participating factions.
Given the current prosperity of the Forest Capital, Lord Lindsey was already an uncrowned king in the eastern part of the Wildlands.
In the people's minds, Banyan Forest had already attained the same status as the Green Marsh.
As the games reached their peak, Hammer approached with a hurried step:
"Lord Lindsey, the information has been conveyed."
"All the foreign messengers are prepared. After the city marathon concludes this evening, you can announce the news about the Deviator at the closing ceremony of the games."
Lord Lindsey nodded slightly:
"No problem, I understand."
"Is the performance for the closing ceremony ready?"
Hammer spoke with a serious tone:
"Everything is prepared for the grand finale!"
"..."
After communicating with Lord Lindsey, Hammer quickly departed.
Lord Lindsey remained at Flower Square, fulfilling his role as the lord's mascot.
That afternoon, just before the final event of the closing ceremony, the city marathon began.
As Lord Lindsey sat in Flower Square, he heard the familiar sound of a wheelchair rolling across the square from the other side.
He turned his head and indeed saw Hilda approaching.
"Hilda?"
Lord Lindsey's tone was filled with confusion.
Even during the games, Hilda's teaching duties remained busy, and she had even taken on the task of instructing the foreign messengers.
This writer girl only had time to watch the sports competitions in the city during her leisure moments.
For Hilda to push her wheelchair to Flower Square alone, as she was doing today, was a first.
Noticing that Lord Lindsey's attention was on her, Hilda continued to approach while putting on a pitiful expression, as if she were a poet, and began to recite:
"War, oh war—"
"Is a merciless storm, devouring sailors in its belly."
"And as they battle fiercely, I hold a rainbow above them, causing the roses upon it to wither and fall."
"..."
"What's with you now?"
Lindsey interrupted Hilda with a sigh.
The girl suddenly pushed her wheelchair forward, almost pressing her face against Lindsey's.
"Hey, I'm serious!"
"I just remembered that when you called for a war council, why didn't you include me?"
"Even if I've been a bit 'unruly' in the past, it doesn't mean I should be excluded from such matters, right?"
"..."
That was the truth.
Lindsey had completely left Hilda out of the war planning this time.
Now, as the games were coming to an end, and with Hilda's work in the three academies gradually stabilizing, she had come to voice her complaints.
Facing the writer's grievances, Lindsey calmly retorted:
"If that's the case, does it mean you now have practical combat abilities?"
"I recall that a Phase Three writer would struggle to even glimpse fate, and even with your former Phase Seven skills, it's unlikely you can do what you did in the past!"
Hilda pouted:
"So what if I can't fight? At least I can glimpse fate!"
"In military engagements, information and intelligence are crucial. Having me here will definitely be beneficial!"
Lindsey asked again:
"Can you guarantee that the fate you reveal will be entirely for our side's victory?"
Hilda bit her tongue, revealing a cunning smile:
"Hehe~"
Lindsey's face darkened immediately:
"I knew you couldn't resist acting up."
"So just stay put in the city and continue nurturing the revival of civilization here."
Hilda wheeled her chair next to Lindsey.
She leaned close to him, then grabbed a lock of her long white hair and began toying with it:
"Alright, I'll do as you say."
"But it seems there's still two years left until the next Harvest Day."
"With your messy abilities, you'll definitely create a few new Awakened in the territory. When the time comes, assign a few to me. I'd love to teach some real artist students."
Harvest Day, two years.
This was the objective passage of time, but for Lindsey, it was a stark reminder.
He had been thrown to the World Border during a Harvest Day, ten years ago.
Following the decade-long cycle, there were now just two years left, marking the critical point of his forced departure from home, a full ten years ago.
"Hmmph—"
Lindsey took a deep breath to calm his emotions, then asked Hilda:
"Do you want to cultivate writers here?"
Hilda replied candidly:
"What I know isn't just writing. If you wish, I can teach painting, music, singing, whatever. After all, they're all artistic endeavors, and I can do them effortlessly!"
"It's just that dealing with ordinary people every day is rather dull."
Lindsey slapped a sheet of paper in front of her:
"If you're that bored, then help me review this draft."
Hilda took the paper:
"Let's see... This is a speech?"
"It is my great honor to represent everyone and deliver this speech at the first public games of the Forest Capital.
Since I began building this city, I've envisioned a civilized metropolis.
However, the current situation has diverged from my initial intentions.
Beneath the wastelands, an invisible yet very real crisis is brewing..."
(End of Chapter)
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