[Xilin Province]

[Shihu City]

Little Balz was already impatient.

But this cannot be entirely blamed on him - he got up before dawn and started waiting early in the morning. As the time was almost noon, the "guest" had not appeared for a long time, so everyone would have to have some opinions.

What's more, Baltz is only fifteen years old, and he is at the age of impatient.

In contrast, Baltz's biological father, John Baltz, was very calm.

Other citizens who attended the welcoming ceremony had already hid in the pergola, only John Balz was standing by the road, looking into the distance like a stone sculpture.

Every time the delegates under the pergola glanced at John Balz's back, they couldn't help but wonder if the mayor had been sunburned to death.

But it is obvious that John Balz's heat resistance is beyond the imagination of the citizens of Shihu.

So, it is no wonder that Little Balz is just the mayor's son, and John Balz can become the mayor of Stone Lake City.

...

In the scorching sun, although a pergola is built, it still cannot stop the heat wave.

For the welcoming ceremony today, the citizens who wore formal clothes were all sweating like pulp and their clothes were wet.

Especially the two young ladies who were chosen to "dedicate bread and salt" and were wearing full "traditional costumes" who were on the verge of heatstroke.

If the person who wants to welcome comes, the person who comes to welcome will not dare to leave.

In a dilemma, many citizen representatives no longer care about their decent hats and coats, and only wore close-fitting clothes. They lay in the shadow of the pergola, looking up at the tarp with their eyes blankly.

Many representatives even had a few servants waving fans and were sweating profusely.

Finally, something happened on the horizon.

John Bartz, who was hoping that the clouds would clear and the moon would burst into tears.

Just as the stone statues in the cemetery made a ghost, Mayor Barz suddenly came to life. He turned around and ran to the pergola, shouting with his hands and feet:

"Here! Come! Get up! Get up!"

The dying citizen representatives struggled to get up, and with admirable perseverance, they rushed to put their dresses on their bodies.

The bands that searched all over the city, including the brothels, taverns and churches, finally had the opportunity to show their skills.

The bulk "Ode to the Virgin" echoes inside and outside the city gate, and all those who hear it are aroused sad things and cry sadly.

It’s a pity that the musicians were hungry all morning and the sound they played was weak and not enough to reach the sky, otherwise the Virgin would be the tears.

The reason why the song "Ode to the Virgin" was chosen was also very particular about playing it at the welcome ceremony.

The song of Red Rose is definitely not available, and Blue Rose's minor tunes are not guaranteed to be used, so Mayor John Bartz thought about it and thought that church music was the safest.

Moreover, the musicians can not only know how to play praise songs, but at least they are familiar with them, and rehearsals can be easier.

So, I chose "The Bible of the Virgin".

At this moment, listening to the noise from the direction of the band, the mayor was extremely grateful that he chose the simplest "Ode to the Virgin".

But the most important thing at the moment is obviously not the training band.

But the flag.

Mayor Balz held his hat and belt, ran to the city gate in three steps and two steps, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Flag! Get the flag ready!"

As soon as the "Ode to the Mother" sounded just now, the flag bearer who was secretly dozing off was woken up.

Hearing the mayor's voice, the flag bearer hurriedly poked his head out of the trunk, "Don't worry! Everyone is ready! As soon as the people there arrive, I will raise the flag!"

"Okay, okay, okay," John Balz repeatedly praised, but couldn't help but remind, "Don't make the flag wrong! See it clearly and then raise it!"

...

The flag of the Palathu Republic is a bit particularly good. No matter which republic it is - from Zhuwangbao, from Hongchuan or from Fengshicheng - they are still using the four-quadrant flag of the old Republic.

The only difference is color:

Hongchuan still uses white crosses on blue; Zhuwang Fort uses white crosses on red, which draws a clear line with the former; as for the Xinkendi people, they are said to use blue as the background.

Thank goodness, this saves a lot of trouble for the tailors in Shihu City.

The mayor was anxious, so the tailors took out the blue flag of the old Republic from the bottom of the box, repaired the part that was bitten by the rat, and then rinsed it repeatedly with lime and vinegar, turning the "blue" flag into a "green" flag.

However, the tailors have never seen the military flag of the Xinkendi people with their own eyes, so they naturally do not understand how "green" the Xinkendi people's "green" flag is.

In order to ensure that everything is safe, the tailors of Shihu City have created several "green" flags of different depths.

However, whether the most "accurate" flag can be raised depends on the ability of the flag bearer.

...

At the city gate, the flag bearer rubbed his sleepy eyes and promised the mayor with confidence: "Don't worry, we are a couple!"

John Balz said "Okay" three times in a row.

As soon as he instructed the flag bearer, another troublesome thing was immediately found in Mayor Balz.

"Dad, it's not good!" Little Balz ran over anxiously, "Miss Danny fainted! Miss Margit couldn't stand up!"

Old Balz was stunned for a moment before remembering that "Dani" and "Marjit" were the two girls responsible for offering bread and salt.

He hurriedly took his son to the pergola. Apart from a distance, he saw a group of representatives gathering around the pergola.

Seeing the mayor coming, the representatives silently made a way.

When they passed through the crowd, the Bartz and his son felt as if they were on their backs. Without asking, they could feel the resentment of the representatives.

In the middle of the crowd, two pale girls were lying on the ground, and several older women were taking care of them.

"Heat stroke!" John Balz concluded at a glance, and he took the opportunity to drive away the deputies, "It's all gone! It's all gone! Don't block the wind! Do you want to suffocate people to death?"

The wall of man reluctantly retreated, giving up some space.

"Unlock that thing and let the two children take a breath," John Balz pointed at the two girls' waists and urged them repeatedly, "find them some light salt water."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! An elderly woman glanced at the mayor reproachfully: "How can we get the lady to take off her clothes here?"

"Hi! I'm confused!" John Balz slapped his forehead and changed his words, "Then carry it away and carry it home quickly!"

Several older women greeted their own personal maids and carried the two girls onto the carriage with all their hands and feet.

Looking at the carriage driving into the city, John Balz suddenly felt something was wrong.

"It's broken!" The mayor slapped his thigh again, "Who will offer salt and bread now?"

...

"Don't let the fuck up and make these useless," the bearded man in the head had a heavy accent, a rough manner, and an impatient look on his face.

As soon as he met, he told the mayor straight to the point: "We won't go into the city."

Look at the other person's style, John Balz guessed that this beard was the real head.

Because the hooked nose that came to negotiate the reception process before would follow the bearded man and be half a horse behind.

The bearded man and the hooked nose only brought more than a dozen riders, and the clothes were also very uneven.

In contrast, the welcome ceremony of Shihu urban residents seemed too grand and formal.

The bearded man and the hooked nose did not mean "to share the fun with the people". He strangled the horse from a distance and asked the mayor to come forward and talk alone.

In the smoke and dust in the distance, you can still see some figures vaguely.

However, the latter neither stopped nor wanted to get close to Shihu City. It seemed that he wanted to go around the city directly.

Bartz was very happy to hear that the other party was not planning to enter the city.

But verbally, he still had to pretend: "The gentlemen in this city have prepared a banquet for you, please..."

"[Bad swear words]! Why are you so many words? Didn't you tell you? Leave useless things to do," the bearded man rudely interrupted the mayor's words, and threw down a piece of folded straw paper, "According to this list, we will prepare everything for us before tonight."

John Balz cursed in his heart, and had to laugh on his face. He bent down to pick up the order and glanced at it quickly.

The number of requests from the other party shocked him.

However, although the number of materials on the list is large, it just happened to be within the ability of Shihu City, which is very subtle.

Bartz decided to talk to the other party about his price. He squeezed out the humble smile of the petty citizens, hoping that the other party would feel pity.

"Sir," said Mayor Balz pitifully, "we are real..."

"Stop fucking nonsense," the bearded man threw the mayor's whip, "If you can't hand it over, we'll go into the city."

The citizens' representatives suddenly became restless, but no one dared to act rashly.

The place where John Balz was whipped by a whip on his neck was so painful that he waved his hand at the crowd behind him, and continued to beg: "We are really..."

"Bang!"

Another whip staggered the mayor.

Little Balz could no longer watch, rushed to his father from the crowd, and asked with red eyes: "Why are you hitting someone?"

"Little thing," the bearded man grinned and pulled out his saber, "I think you don't want to live anymore."
To be continued...