The bell in Fattan Port rang continuously. The Roman looked at the priests and believers in golden or red robes walking on the streets, rushing in one direction. That direction was the Forza Square, where the largest temple in Fattan Port was located. She stood in the middle of the crowd and did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, it was Haruz who stood behind her, looking a little uneasy.
Suddenly, the Roman saw a familiar figure in the crowd. She waved her small white hand in the air excitedly.
"Mr. Alimov …"
The middle-aged man in a robe and dressed as a priest was slightly stunned. He turned around and looked at her with surprise. "Miss Roman?"
At this moment, the bell in Fattan Port rang, but it was not a simple bell. The bell came from the direction of the Forza Square. Obviously, it was the call of the temple to the believers. As the most senior believer in this city, and also the priest of the neighborhood, Alimov Shedauer put on his holy robe and walked out of the house as soon as the bell rang. However, the teaching position was actually just a part-time job for him. His other identity was the vice president of the Silver Shark Chamber of Commerce in Fattan Port. The empire's commerce was prosperous. Most of the empire's merchants, chamber of commerce organizations, and business families were closely connected through marriage or other means. Therefore, he had long known and even met the representative of the emerging commercial forces in the south of Erouine. This beautiful lady was said to be the fiancée of the young lord.
In the past year, the rising forces in the south of Erouine were far more famous in the eyes of the empire's merchants and chamber of commerce organizations than they were in the eyes of the empire's traditional nobles. The revival and construction of Tónigel had brought a huge amount of trade to the empire. The empire's handmade products, weapons, and even labor and slaves were transported to the inconspicuous territory in the south of Erouine. They were then exchanged for precious minerals and raw materials from the Black Forest. After passing through the empire's merchants, they could be exchanged for amazing profits. In the face of the people who created all this, the owner of the territory and its future mistress, who would not be willing to be polite to them?
After all, for most people in this world, ideals and beliefs were too far away. Only benefits were the most real and intimate things.
Alimov Shedauer was a Roman whom Roland had met at a banquet a few days ago. The banquet was hosted by the eldest son of the emperor, and many nobles and celebrities from the nearby regions were invited. However, most of them were local families and merchants who were inextricably linked to the military aristocracy. Their intentions were self-evident.
Hearing Roman's greeting, he stopped and politely asked her, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can help you with, Miss Roman?"
"It's nothing." The Roman chuckled. "I just wanted to ask what happened. Why are there so many people? Mr. Alimov, where are you going?"
Was it because of this? Alimov was slightly taken aback. He pointed to the steeple of the Holy Cathedral in the direction of Fosha Square and replied, "Did you hear the bell, Miss Roman? This is the bell that summons believers. Something must have happened in the Holy Cathedral. These people are all believers or priests from the nearby area, and they are in a hurry to the Holy Cathedral to see what is going on."
"Is it really the bell of the Holy Cathedral? Mr. Alimov, are you sure?" The Roman's dark eyes turned slightly. The prime minister's daughter had such a great influence on the Holy Cathedral, but Brando had never mentioned this matter. Didn't they say that the relationship between the Holy Cathedral and the prime minister was not very good?
"Of course, I'm not joking with you, Miss Roman. This bell is not something that ordinary people can use. It should be the arrival of a senior member of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. If someone else uses this bell to summon believers, I'm afraid he can't bear the responsibility." At this point, Alimov frowned. Fathom Harbor had been closed for a few days. Why would a senior member of the Holy Cathedral arrive at this time?
Moreover, this harbor was now under the control of the eldest prince of the Holy Cathedral. What was the meaning of a senior member of the Holy Cathedral arriving at this time?
"A senior member of the Holy Cathedral?"
"The senior member here should only be someone sent by the Holy Cathedral of Fire, Miss Roman." Alimov had some doubts in his heart, but he still answered subconsciously.
"I see. Thank you for telling me this, Mr. Alimov." The Roman replied with a smile.
Alimov nodded. He was not sure why the future mistress of Tónigel was asking him these questions. Perhaps it was to satisfy her curiosity. After all, there was no contradiction between this and her performance at the banquet. In the eyes of everyone at the banquet, this lady was a lovely, curious, and wonderful person with a very sensitive business sense.
The Roman did not ask any more questions. After simply saying goodbye to the head priest, she watched him hurriedly disappear into the crowd.
"What about the senior members of the Holy Cathedral, Your Royal Highness?"
"Miss Roman?"
"Don't you have any opinion, Your Royal Highness? After all, such complicated matters are not my expertise." She turned around and asked.
"It's a little strange … Logically speaking, why would a senior member of the Holy Cathedral come to Fathom Harbor at this time? I heard that the headquarters of the Holy Cathedral of Fire is under the control of the Silver Queen. Why would the eldest prince let Her Majesty the Queen's people into the city?" Although Haruz was a little timid, he was not stupid. He connected these simple reasons with a little thought.
"So you also think it's strange —?"
"Wait, Miss Roman, what are you going to do?"
"I think it's strange, of course I'm going to see what's wrong. Brando entrusted me to take care of the rear, so I have to do my best." The Roman answered seriously.
"Wait, but …" Haruz was dragged forward by the merchant lady and hurriedly shouted in panic, "But don't we need to inform Lady Jutta and Lady Maynild?"
"Do you think they still need us to inform them?"
"This … seems like it, but …"
"No buts, why are you so long-winded as a man? You should learn more from your teacher. Brando is not like you at all —"
"How, how can I be compared to my teacher …" Haruz was so anxious that his face turned red.
…
In the sky that was turning from red to purple, silver ships were leaving the sky above Fathom Harbor, sailing in the direction of the Sublime Inland Sea. One by one, they gradually disappeared into the sea fog that filled the harbor.
Standing on the bridge of the harbor, Delfien's long purple hair danced in the wind. Judging from her back and her elegant long hair, she could be regarded as a peerless beauty. However, under the fluttering hair was a hideous and terrifying face. Scars from burns crisscrossed her face. One of her eyes was sunken in the depths of her eye socket, as if there was no light at all. Only the spirit contained in the other eye vaguely showed that this face once had a moving charm.
She was still sitting in the wheelchair, but the Silver Dragon Lady was nowhere to be seen. At this moment, Marjory was pushing the wheelchair. As for Eugenie, he stood further away. The latter did not seem to be interested in the prime minister's daughter at all. He was even very angry about the fact that she let Marjory push the wheelchair.
However, Delfien did not care at all. She stared at the huge fleet in front of her and frowned. Previously, Brando suddenly asked her to send an order for the fleet to sail. The other party must have found an opportunity. This fleet was obviously targeting the White Legion. The young lord from Erouine seemed to be ready to show his fangs to the Silver Queen.
"Six o 'clock."
"What?" Eugenie, who was not far away, was confused by her words. "What did you say?"
"The time is not right," Delfien replied while staring at the sky. "The last fleet left the harbor at seven o 'clock in the morning, but it doesn't look like it's eight o' clock now."
"Isn't that the dawn …"
"The dawn is in this direction. That's the sunset." Delfien replied with certainty.
"That's impossible. It's only been an hour since dawn!" The duke's daughter was shocked. But she suddenly thought of something and blurted out, "Is it another solar eclipse?"
Delfien did not speak. At this time, the sound of the bell in the city finally came from afar. She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "What bell is that?"
Eugenie did not seem to care too much about the bell. She was still staring at the golden line on the sea and answered casually, "It sounds like the bell of the Holy Sanctum …"
"No," Delfien frowned and shook her head. "This bell … Someone from the Holy Sanctum has arrived at the headquarters."
"The headquarters of the Holy Sanctum?" Eugenie was stunned. "What do you mean? How can someone from the Holy Sanctum come here?"
Marjory had heard from The Shire that the Adoratrice of the Leo Palace looked like Sidney. He was about to say something, but the prime minister's daughter interrupted him. "Marjory, go and inform The Shire that there's a problem. It's not Lady Sidney. Tell him to be careful and prepare for battle."
Marjory was also stunned. He wondered how she knew that it was not Lady Sidney. But as a professional soldier, he chose to obey the order immediately. "I understand, Miss Delfien!"
… …
Jutta woke up from her coma when she felt the carriage shaking. The light around her was a little dim, as if it was six or seven o 'clock in the evening. The narrow space looked like the cabin of a large carriage. The dim orange-red sunlight shone in from the outside. It was dusk or early morning.
She frowned for a moment, and the pain in her body immediately came back to her. Only then did she remember the previous battle. She thought she was going to die, but Brando arrived as promised.
"You're awake, sister?" Crewe's voice came from the side. She turned her head and saw the latter sitting cross-legged with a thick magic book on his knees. Not far from him, near the entrance of the carriage sat Meyr and a few other young people. She subconsciously counted and found that at least half of them were missing.
When Meyr heard Crewe's voice, he turned around and saw the situation here. He saw Jutta's gloomy face and understood what the latter was thinking. "It's not bad. Fortunately, the lord came in time. Otherwise, the loss would have been more. Even my lord would have died there."
Jutta frowned. Such a heavy loss reminded her of the battle in Abies.
"My lord, you don't have to blame yourself. I learned in the Royal Knight Academy that there must be blood in war, whether it's us or the enemy." Meyr seemed to know what his superior was thinking and advised, "The only thing we can do is to make the enemy bleed more than us."
"But you are so young …"
"My lord, there are adventurers and mercenaries dying in Erouine at every moment. Some of them are much younger than us. My lord, you used to be a mercenary leader, so I'm sure you're used to it."
After hearing Meyr's words, not only Jutta, but even Crewe became silent. Indeed, they had been in the south for a long time and were used to death. Whether it was in Erouine, Cruz, or even the ten cities further away, the adventurers and mercenaries' living conditions were far worse than theirs. As members of the White Lion Guards, they could at least eat their fill. But in the south of Erouine, many adventurers and mercenaries lived like outlaws, struggling on the verge of starvation and death.
At that time, they didn't seem to care much about it. It was just like how Graudin's companions were hanged in Abies Castle. At most, it made them angry.
They didn't know when these people who lived on the edge of the blade became so sentimental.
"Meyr, what made you sacrifice everything?" She suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Ambition," the young man replied faintly, "Sir, you don't understand. A bastard like me is not qualified to inherit the title of nobility. The best way out is to become a knight under a certain important person. From then on, we will be bound together for good or ill. The structure of the kingdom hasn't changed for many years. No matter who I follow, the end result will only be a small piece of land when I'm old or injured. I'll get married and have children. One of my children may encounter some opportunity in the future and become outstanding, but that's not the life I want. My Lord is the only one who can overturn the entire Aouine's structure. Only by following behind him and participating in all of this will I be able to create a miraculous achievement and change my own fate. I want to prove to everyone that I am the best — "
Crewe was surprised and smacked his lips a few times. He probably didn't expect his inconspicuous companion to have such a long-term dream. In comparison, his biggest dream was to become a real Magus, or even more exaggeratedly, if he could reach the level of Master Charles, then he would probably wake up laughing in his sleep.
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