Chapter 214 Hall of Heroes
Wano Country, White Dance.
Blade-Weapon Port Port, a Ship is slowly approaching the Port.
At this time in White Dance, looking down from the High Sky, one could see a pink ocean. Originally, White Dance didn't have so many Cherry Blossom Trees, but because Madam liked Cherry Blossoms, White Dance purchased a large number of Cherry Blossom Trees from places like Kuri and Ringo through Grain exports in a short period.
Cherry Blossoms forming forests create White Dance's unique scenery.
"It's quite a beautiful Island, isn't it?"
Nicholas said with a smile, standing on the Deck of the Ship's Bow.
"This Island is indeed very beautiful, but sir, what did you spend so much effort to get me out of the Celestial Dragons' hands for?"
Stella asked Nicholas curiously. She didn't use the word 'rescue' because she knew that getting her out of the Celestial Dragons' hands implied the other party definitely had a bigger purpose.
"Consider it a small, insignificant investment. Of course, if there's a return, that would be even better. If not, then just consider it rescuing an innocent young girl."
Nicholas nodded, directly and frankly admitting it.
Hearing Nicholas's words, Stella still felt some doubt in her Inner Thoughts, but she was clearly much more at ease.
After all, compared to falling into the hands of the Celestial Dragons, the person who had gotten her out of their hands and unlocked the Explosive Collar on her neck seemed alright.
Half an hour later, the Ship docked at Blade-Weapon Port Port.
The Samurai guarding the Port, with excited and invigorated Complexions, welcomed Nicholas, running around to arrange everything properly.
After disembarking from the Ship and walking on the neat, clean Blue Stone Road, especially the Eyes of heartfelt gratitude from the Samurai and Ordinary People lining the road made Nicholas nod secretly in his Inner Thoughts.
It was clear that White Dance was being managed quite well.
Stella also looked around with curiosity. It could be said that along the way, from the New World's unpredictable weather to the strange Creatures they encountered, everything was new to her World.
Stella was also curious about this Place where she would be living for a long Time, looking around at everything.
From the Port in front of her, it was clear that it had been recently expanded, and the Houses and roads along the way were all brand new.
Passing through the Port and entering the Street, shops lined the way, pedestrians crowded shoulder to shoulder, and the Sounds of hawking were endless.
However, when they saw their carriage, the People all consciously made way, but unlike the fear shown when making way for Celestial Dragons, their Eyes were filled with gratitude and respect.
"Simon, you've done very well."
Simon, who had come to greet Nicholas, smiled and replied, "We've followed the plan you, Captain, drafted earlier to formulate rules and regulations, doing our best to maintain fairness and Justice."
"But the real reason these People are genuinely grateful is because of the Wealth we brought them. Although forcibly opening the Port for Sea Trade with the outside world initially encountered some resistance, with the prosperity brought by Sea Trade, the opposing Sounds gradually diminished."
"Even now, if anyone dared to oppose Sea Trade, White Dance's Ordinary People would tear them apart alive without us even lifting a finger. After all, Ordinary People have also benefited greatly from the prosperity brought by Sea Trade. Now, the living standards of Ordinary People in White Dance are many times higher than before."
"Even recently, a Force that wanted to contact the conservative faction in Kuri to return White Dance to the Shogun's command was subdued by the Local Militia and Ordinary People who came upon hearing the news, before they could even take any real Action. White Dance now could be called a Utopia in Wano Country, and every day, large numbers of Wano Country Refugees smuggle themselves in through various routes."
Speaking of the changes in White Dance, Simon was very proud, after all, they had built it all with their own hands.
Nicholas had been expecting this kind of change in White Dance. To put it bluntly, Ordinary People might be easily incited, but there's a prerequisite: they must have nothing to lose.
Like the White Dance of the past, during the uprising, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was 'one call and a hundred responses,' because back then, those People's lives were already terrible. How much worse could it get?
But now, if you dare to mention rebellion in White Dance, you'd probably be beaten to death on the spot and left to expose your corpse in the Street.
In the past, they were poor and destitute, but now they have Wives, children, and warm beds, with fields and Grain at home. Even a fool would know what to do.
As for White Dance's official system, Nicholas adopted a democratic approach: those with Ability rise, and those without fall.
As for the family system from his previous life, honestly, let's forget about it. After all, in his previous life, he didn't even know the town mayor's name, let alone the specifics of how it all worked, let alone county magistrates.
"By the way, what's that over there?"
Suddenly, Nicholas pointed to a mountain peak in the distance that was clearly man-made and asked.
Following Nicholas's finger, Simon said, "That Place is the Grave of those who died in the uprising, and the location of White Dance's School."
Nicholas nodded, looking at the Place for a long Time.
It could be said that once People have cohesion, almost nothing can shake them.
A little over ten minutes later, Nicholas and Simon arrived at the Grave.
Many of the initial Rebel Army leaders and the current leaders of White Dance were already waiting there.
They stood on both sides, expressions solemn.
The Atmosphere was heavy. Nicholas walked through the crowd in silence.
"Erect a Stone Tablet in front of this cemetery," Nicholas said softly to the People beside him.
"Yes, Lord."
"The inscription on the Stone Tablet will list the names of all the brave warriors who died for the People of White Dance. Every one of them is a hero, at least in White Dance, in the Inner Thoughts of these White Dance People enjoying prosperity at this moment, they should be immortal!"
"And this Stone Tablet, we'll call it the Hall of Heroes!"
The night was cool as Water.
The Yarn Curtain by the Bedside Lamp danced gently in the Sea Breeze. The cooling temperature gradually woke Bell-lin from her sleep. She got up and forcefully closed the window, then curled back into the warm, soft Bedding. Just as she was about to drift back to sleep, she suddenly opened her Eyes, got up, and looked at the chair opposite the Bedding, leaning against the corner of the Wall.
On the chair, a blurry figure appeared in the Darkness. Moonlight from outside was partially blocked by the Wall. Bell-lin couldn't see the figure's upper body hidden in Shadow, only their legs crossed in the moonlight.
Without panic, she calmly pulled the Bedside Lamp cord. Bright light flooded the Room, banishing the Darkness in the corner and revealing the face she had longed to see.
After some intimate conversation, Bell-lin lay on Nicholas's Chest, her Complexion slightly flushed, gently drawing circles on his Chest with her Finger.
"Nicholas, let's have a baby."
(End of Chapter)