Chapter 322

He didn't even get a glimpse of a feather.

Before everyone could continue thinking, the rapidly changing images also made everyone discover something was wrong.

It turned out that the sudden darkness was not entirely darkness and nothingness.

In the darkness, there were still some wealthy and magnificent aristocratic buildings shining with light, extremely luxurious and extravagant, where countless nobles were feasting and enjoying depravity and power.

Some Mondstadt historians immediately reacted.

This was the period a thousand years after the founding of New Mondstadt!

Those nobles just now were the aristocratic forces led by the Lawrence Clan.

These clans forgot the oath to protect Mondstadt, constantly exploiting the people, and even treating the Mondstadt people of that time as slaves; it was truly cruel and tyrannical.

And that time was known as the 【Old Aristocracy】 period.

Those nobles never recorded history, and even monopolized the dissemination of history, not allowing the heroic and honorable ancestors of the past to be sung.

Especially the circulation of satirical folk poems and historical allegories.

Forbidden!

All forbidden!

To avoid being used for comparison.

Whether it was the people or the bards, they had to be careful in their speech, otherwise, it would easily lead to a fatal disaster!

After all, to the nobles of that time, if you dared to mock their depravity with the deeds of ancestors from history today, who knows what you would do tomorrow; it was truly unthinkable!

How could that be tolerated?

That was why they had to monopolize history.

Ordinary commoners could not come into contact with it.

So gradually, a large number of Mondstadt people suddenly woke up!

It turned out that apart from those lit aristocratic mansions, the vast darkness elsewhere was not blank, but referred to the places where the commoners lived.

At that time, commoners did not dare to light lamps at night.

Only the nobles could enjoy the light of the night.

So in the poems of the bards, there were records of that time, a scene stained black by the era of aristocratic rule!

Indeed.

Even the light at night was an extravagant hope for the people of that time.

Yet at that time, everyone saw an aristocratic boy become a knight-errant who yearned for dawn and glory.

He stole weapons and abandoned his clan.

He robbed the rich to help the poor, assisting the impoverished people.

So the story of this person was once widely praised.

Such poems of wine and hope could raise courage for tomorrow in the hearts of the people.

Later, the style of this person's one-handed sword was designed into the standard longsword of the current Knights of Favonius.

At this moment, people seemed to see that boy facing such darkness and heaviness, letting out a roar of unwillingness.

"Even if it's only a negligible amount, I want to use my own strength to turn this pitch-black world around!"