When the morning light illuminated the horizon, Wallachia also ushered in a new day.
The capital, which had slept for a night, woke up from its slumber, and people began a new day.
The number of pedestrians on the streets gradually increased. Businessmen, tourists, scholars, and citizens came and went, jostling each other.
However, most of them were soldiers that could be seen everywhere.
On the main road of the city, there was a soldier in full armor standing guard at every set distance.
From time to time, there would be pairs of guards patrolling by at a neat pace.
"How is it? My country, my city, my clan. "
The capital of Wallachia was built on a high mountain surrounded by the city.
Standing on an open-air platform at the top of the mountain, Ares looked at the prosperous city below and smiled at Eight-cloud Ink beside him.
His tone could not help but be proud.
"… Hmm." Eight-cloud Ink's slender and neat eyelashes trembled slightly as he scanned the city below. After some consideration, he said, "This is a city full of order."
"Ahaha! Of course! "
Ares had a rough personality that did not match his appearance. He laughed when he heard this, patted his chest, and said proudly, "With my children here, no one dares to be presumptuous! Without mentioning anything else, this is the best public security of all the surrounding countries! "
"Here, everyone has to do things according to the rules I set! Merchants' business, factories' operations, military training, civilian labor, and other aspects, we have set very clear standards! "
"Everyone knows what they have to do! So we are the most powerful country in the surrounding area! "
Ares talked non-stop for Eight-cloud Ink about the way he governed this clan country.
"Right, let's talk about you! I am also curious about your world. Are you also a god in your world? "
"No."
Eight-cloud Ink shook his head. Although he did not agree with Ares' way of governing, he did not point it out to his face.
"The world I am in is almost the complete opposite of the place you govern."
"Hmm? Is it very chaotic there? "
Ares frowned.
"No, it's not that it's chaotic. It's just that we don't have as many rules as you do. Everyone can do whatever they want at any time as long as they don't interfere with others."
"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished!"
Ares did not agree with this at all.
Eight-cloud Ink glanced at Ares strangely. The tall God of War in front of him gave him the feeling of a child with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Fanatical and warlike, but extreme advocates of order and wants everything to be done according to the rules.
"You … Why did you start a war against Eulalia?"
Eight-cloud Ink asked.
Over the past night, he had learned a lot about this world from Ares.
In his opinion, it was unwise to attack Eulalie, who had a large number of gods and their minions.
"Ha, why?"
The War God scratched his head, and a hint of confusion appeared in Yakumo's eyes.
Then, he laughed foolishly. "Maybe I'm used to it …"
"Can war become a habit?"
"Of course!"
Ares nodded.
"In the beginning, I was also in Eulalia. At that time, my children were also there. Later, I had a conflict with Zeus and Hera, so I lost in the war game. "
Speaking of his defeat, Ares seemed a little embarrassed.
"After the defeat, I was driven out of Eulalia and was forced to disband the family at that time. I took a few children who were willing to follow me and came here. Everything started from scratch."
"So you want to take revenge?"
Eight-cloud Ink took out two cups of black tea from the gap and handed one to Ares.
"In the beginning, so I also attacked Eulalia a few times, but I failed. Hey, this thing is delicious!"
"If you like, I have some here." Eight-cloud Ink smiled and shook his head. "You said it was like this in the beginning? What about now? "
"At first, I thought that as long as the children were strong enough to defeat Zeus and Hera's family, everything would be fine. But one day, I suddenly received news that Zeus and Hera's family had been chased out of Eulalie, and the two of them had disappeared!"
Ares smacked his lips, obviously dissatisfied with this matter.
"Oh? Didn't you say that the family of Zeus and Hera were the strongest? What's going on? "
"The family of the two formed an alliance to suppress the black dragon with one eye, but they failed. After their strength was greatly reduced, the other two gods took advantage of the situation. In the end, they were defeated and driven out of Eulalia."
Eight-cloud Ink nodded. "I see. Since they have disappeared in Eulalia, why are you still obsessed with attacking there?"
"I already said that I am used to it! If not, it would be very boring to find something to do … "
Ares finished the black tea in one gulp, then handed the cup to Eight-cloud Ink.
"It's really good. Do you have any more?"
"You are wasting the zither and cooking the crane. That is not how you drink black tea. "
Eight-cloud Ink rolled his eyes.
"Eh? Is there anything special about it? "
Ares asked casually, but Yakumo's excitement was immediately aroused.
The excited demon opened a gap and took out a short table under Ares's surprised gaze. Then, he placed a set of celadon tea sets on the table.
"Drinking black tea depends on my mood and the weather at the time."
With a wave of his robe, Eight-cloud Ink knelt down in front of the short table.
Seeing this, Ares tried to sit in a kneeling position, but it did not take long for him to feel extremely uncomfortable, so he switched to sitting cross-legged.
"Different times, different moods, and the most suitable black tea to taste is different."
Eight-cloud Ink continued to explain to Ares, who was completely confused.
When it came to black tea, he would explode with enthusiasm even more terrifying than Natsuki Nangong.
"Originally, although I liked black tea, I didn't know how to make it myself at all. So every time I went out, I would ask my family to prepare a lot. But now, I've finally learned a little. It's best to make it myself!"
"It is morning now, so the best choice is Higan black tea with Ceylon leaves and iced mint."
"The tea leaves come from the banks of the Three Roads River, soaked in the water of the Styx and tainted by the death aura of the undead. It will take three hundred years for it to mature."
Her skillful technique, her focused expression, and the smile that she could not help but reveal when she was doing what she liked the most. She was like a goddess, causing Ares to be stunned for a moment.
He thought of Freya. Perhaps even that goddess could not compare to the person in front of him who came from another world.
[I am a god of war, not a basegod. I am a god of war, not a basegod. I am a god of war, not a basegod.]
Ares lowered his head and continuously hypnotized himself in his mind.
"Come, try it!"
Finally, while Ares was still in a daze, Eight-cloud Ink suddenly placed a cup of black tea in front of him.
Ares carefully took the teacup and did not know what to do for a moment.
"How … how am I supposed to drink this?"
Ares was on the verge of tears. He was just asking casually. He did not expect that Yakumo would not stop at all. It was as if a strange switch had been pressed in front of her.
"As long as you don't want to eat like a cow chewing on peonies, it will be fine."
Eight-cloud Ink waved his hand. Ares saw this and lowered his head with a conflicted expression.
The lingering fragrance at the tip of his nose made him take another look at the black tea in his hand.
He lowered his head and took a sip.
Then, he unconsciously took a big gulp.
"This …"
Ares looked awkwardly at the empty teacup and shrugged.
"It seems that I am not suitable for this."
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