Chapter 607: CCXXIII. All-in
Aran Imperial City.
September 1st.
It’s midsummer, the sunniest time of the year.
People on this side of the Western Continent have their own calendar, and they set the Stargazing Festival on the ninth, as that day is definitely the best day in terms of weather. If such a matter is not understood, the court astrologers of thousands of years can just be chopped up and fed to the dogs.
The greening of the Imperial City is done to perfection, as the facade of all Aran, still the pressure environment of the military government, if those people planning the garden landscape didn’t please the military government, what can you do if the British police go to Belgium?
The rolling heat waves cloaked by the flourishing trees turned into gleaming spots on the streets rich with retro vibes; each leaf swayed under the scorching summer sun, and even the sound of cicadas seemed to be brimming with moisture.
The Continent Martial Arts Competition has already begun today, and the battle to compete for the top 500 has already started.
The Imperial Arena’s square is surrounded as tight as a drum, ringing with gongs and drums, even more lively than New Year.
Since Aran is dominated by the Eternal Sect and is not very keen on the Holy Spirit Calendar, September here is roughly equivalent to New Year.
However, there is also quite a number of old folks in Aran who still believe in the Holy Spirit Sect and are not very interested in the Dragon Lord’s system, creating some internal cultural divide.
As for the young, with the rapid development of magic energy industry, religion and gods are pushed aside unless they offer money; otherwise, why should a believer be the sucker? Why should good people have guns pointed at them? Just open a gamble.