"That's right." A voice came from inside the room. Sidney and Veronica walked out of another room with a straight face. From her face, it was obvious that the situation there was just as bad as here.
Ko Hua walked out of the room on the left. This building was a small temple. It originally belonged to a god in the art field, but after the gods left for thousands of years, it had become a public gathering place. Everyone was in the main hall of the temple, and there were two smaller ceremonies going on at the same time in the side halls on the left and right.
There were also dead people on the ground.
"They are simply lawless." Veronica's gloomy face was even worse than the statue of the Lion Palace's Saintess. The latter was a cleric, while she was a soldier. Soldiers could not tolerate some sneaky people acting unscrupulously on the land of the Empire.
However, this did not affect Ko Hua's mood. The she-wolf still looked indifferent, as if she had nothing to do with it. Evil Gods and Dusk Species were the enemies of mankind, but the two had nothing to do with each other. The pride of the pure-blooded Dusk Species was no less than that of the gods, so she had reason to look down on these defective products.
The three Valkyries followed behind her. These tall, heroic female Valkyries who were burning with pale white flames would always attract a lot of attention.
The nobles all looked over, and the latter did not look away, showing the true temperament of a soldier.
At this time, Brando did not care about hiding anything and showed all his forces. He was so powerful that even the former Prime Minister of the Empire had to look up to him.
How could this be the level of a noble in a remote area? Even the great noble families in the heart of the Empire might not be at this level.
After Brando received a positive answer, a trace of emotion appeared on his face. "The Flame King found Eroma's shield? You even found its sacred remains? "
Veronica looked at the young man with some curiosity and replied, "Little guy, what's so strange about this? Rushta itself is a relic of a saint. This city is under the protection of the Angel of Eroma. Its outer walls are enchanted with powerful holy spells that can withstand any level of magic or physical attacks on the continent without leaving any traces. This city wall is known as the Invincible White Wall. Today, the scale of Lushta has expanded by several times and several districts have been built outside the outer wall. However, the outer wall of the city has never been rebuilt because of this reason. "
As she spoke, her voice involuntarily became softer. No matter how strong the fortress was, it would be breached from the inside. From the looks of it, this thousand-year-old capital was facing the same predicament.
Brendel did not mind her slightly hurt pride. He knew that Lust Tower was a Holy Relic, but he thought it was a relic left behind by the Flame King Gretel. He did not expect this to be the case.
"Alcra, you said that Eroma's shield was erected in the Victory Square. Then where is the Holy Skeleton?"
"It is said that it was buried under the statue of Iroma, my lord."
....... Aren't they afraid that someone will steal it? "
"Who dares? Besides, ordinary people can't even get close to Eroma's statue. It's protected by the gods. "
"Very well."
Everyone present suddenly felt a surge of confidence from the young Count Erouine. He looked up and looked around. "Let's go to the Victory Square."
Little Nidevan was stunned.
"Wait, there are Imperial Guards stationed there!" His voice weakened again, "… and it's not in the direct line to the Rose Garden."
"It's fine." Brando replied nonchalantly, "Sharpening the axe will not delay the work of cutting wood."
"Sharpening the axe will not delay the work of cutting wood."
The old Prime Minister narrowed his eyes, as if trying to figure out what Brendel's intentions were. He asked with some praise: "Where did this proverb come from? It's quite concise and simple."
Brando usually smiled at such questions without answering. Besides, those around him were already used to his strange but not unreasonable words.
Andrique's lips moved in disdain. She wanted to say that it was a slang from his hometown. As for where his hometown was, it was far away.
Anyway, it was not in Bucce.
Brando turned to Alcra and said, "Alcra, I'm going to use your secret passage. Lead the way, we'll go to the Victory Square."
"As you wish, my lord." The young man seemed to be used to Brando's way of doing things and did not question him.
"Very well." Brando looked at him and said, "If there's a chance, I'm willing to bring you back to my territory."
Alcra's face was filled with joy. Brando's words meant that he wanted him to become a servant. A servant of a noble was also half a noble. If he made a contribution, it would be easy for him to be recommended into the world of nobles. While he was just a commoner, the gap between the two identities had been removed with a single sentence from Brendel. Although it was not completely removed, at least there was hope for him to move forward. He had learned some relevant knowledge from a priest, and was very different from the muddle-headed youths in the countryside. Because of that, he was more ambitious. However, the identity of a commoner often made him feel uncomfortable and painful. As the son of a farmer, even if he joined the army, it would be difficult for him to obtain military merits.
This was because only knights could perform meritorious deeds, and knights were also nobles. In the army, commoners were often regarded as the followers of knights, and their meritorious deeds should undoubtedly belong to the knights. This was also the biggest threshold between the two classes.
He almost subconsciously wanted to agree, but at the last moment, he held himself back and said, "My lord, but Seti …"
"You can bring her with you. If she's willing, you can also bring your family, her father, and other family members." Brando nodded.
This was a generous offer for any noble. Even the other nobles could not help but look at Brando and the commoner. They wanted to know what was so special about the latter that the Count of Erouine was willing to raise so many mouths to feed.
However, Brando really admired the young man. He was smart, came from a humble background, and was able to seize the opportunity. He was willing to give the latter a chance, but in fact, the latter's loyalty at the last moment was the reason why Brando gave him such a generous offer.
As for Alcra, he was already moved to tears.
The nobles of Cruz expressed that they did not understand.
Only Korfa stood by the side, watching the scene from afar. When Brendel turned his gaze to her, he thought for a moment and said to her, "Can you stay in the outer city?"
"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"
"Your sister."
The little she-wolf clenched her teeth, but quickly calmed down. She looked at him with a gaze that seemed to see through him and said, "You won't kill her. You won't even lay a finger on her. My sister is kind and innocent. How can you blame her for my mistake?"
Then she said word by word, "Brando, you are a good person. You can't fool me."
Brando thought that Ko Hua was kind, but not pure. The little girl was not as ignorant as she appeared to be. Her brain was not inferior to Delfien's at all. In fact, he knew that as a twin, Black Ko Hua was the same. It was just that she was not willing to help.
The little she-wolf's words were directly sent to his mind with her psychic ability. Brando found that he could not send the message back. He did not know how the other party broke the psychic interference of the horseshoe insect. Perhaps this level of trick was not worth mentioning in the eyes of such a pure-blooded Dusk species.
He could only say, "This is for you."
Then he threw the blood-red crystal in his hand to her.
The little she-wolf didn't care at first. She casually took the crystals, but her expression immediately changed. "This is pure dark magic. Oh my god, there's also some divine power in it. This is good stuff. You're actually willing to give it to me?"
She raised her head and looked at Brando with narrowed eyes. "I see. I understand now. You humans are ridiculous. If we can obtain great power, we can easily devour our own kind. You actually gave up the power at your fingertips for these pedantic reasons —"
"This is the difference between humans and beasts." Brando answered coldly. He gave the little she-wolf a solid blood crystal. It was similar to a magic crystal, but the blood crystal contained the Blood of God. It was not comparable to a magic crystal left behind by a demon. This thing was very useful to him.
In layman's terms, each blood crystal was equivalent to about five hundred thousand experience points and ten points of all attributes. Although the effect would be greatly reduced after absorbing too much, the few blood crystals in his hand could almost increase his strength by one-tenth.
But just as the little she-wolf had said, these blood crystals were not condensed from the pure magic of the Blood Rain of God. These two things were not that powerful. In fact, they were the product of sacrificing countless lives to obtain them. Demons loved these things the most, and so did the Dusk species. But he could not accept it.
But it was a pity to waste it. After all, the dead would not be resurrected. It was just right to give it to the little she-wolf.
"Cut the crap," he said. "Stay in the outer city and cause trouble for the cultists."
"You are doing Her Majesty a favor by destroying their ritual." Ko Hua did not object and accepted his bribe.
"I don't think you can completely destroy the Tree Herders' ritual." Brando did not care. He left Ko Hua in the outer city only to slow down the cultists and continue to teach those clowns who provoked him a lesson.
If it was before, he would certainly hope that the cultists could cause trouble for the Silver Queen. But now, he did not want the cultists to invade the inner city and cause trouble for him.
"Delay them for two hours."
"I can't do that. I'm not stronger than you now."
"Then one hour it is."
"Deal —"
…
At this moment, the inner city was in a state of chaos.
Not all nobles had the right to be invited to Her Majesty's banquet. The middle and lower nobles who lived in the inner city could not enjoy the singing and dancing in the Garden of White Roses. They could only watch the flames in the outer city in fear, hoping that the tragedy would not repeat itself.
In the turmoil decades ago, although the mobs did not invade the inner city, the nobles, especially the middle and lower nobles, had a hard time during the week of siege. In order to protect themselves, they had to spontaneously organize to guard the city walls. It was inevitable that they would lose their property. More unfortunately, some nobles died because of it.
Death was a distant and terrifying word for the nobles in the Imperial Capital. It was second only to being stripped of their noble status and becoming a commoner.
As for the nobles in the Imperial Capital, there were even fewer older nobles who had experienced the turmoil back then. The younger nobles tossed and turned in bed throughout the night. After all, who knew if the rioters would suddenly appear before them?
In a sense, their worries were not unreasonable.
At this moment, the inner city's gates, walls, and fortresses had been reinforced by the Imperial Guards. Some of the Knights of the Flame Family had also participated in the defense work. But the situation was not as optimistic as imagined.
Cassette was such a Knight of the Flame Family. As a Knight of the Flame Family, every one of them was a high-ranking member of the Holy Sanctum. At the same time, he was also an elite among the nobles of the Empire. His title was a viscount, and he was born in a branch of the Kanna family. This family belonged to the Cecil family. It could be said that he was a member of the Holy Sanctum faction.
His status was extremely high. As soon as he arrived at the city wall, he took over the defense work of this section of the city gate. He was fully deserving of the title of the highest-ranking officer. The original commander, a Knight captain of the city guards, did not even dare to breathe loudly in front of him.
This was a Knight of the Flame Family, a god-like figure in the eyes of the Empire.
But Cassette's expression was not much better than the Knight captain's.
Before he arrived, the mobs led by the cultists had launched three attacks on the city. Other than leaving a mess of corpses, they did not cause any damage. Although the inner city walls of Rushta did not have the effect of the Angel's Protection, it was not something that a group of mobs could take down with their bare hands.
But this was not good news. As an experienced Knight of the Holy Sanctum, Cassette had already seen that these cultists were deliberately wasting lives. Morale was meaningless to fanatics, but death was very meaningful to the cultists.
The cultists were the Disciples of the Black Flames, and not the All For One or the Sheephead Cult. Cassette's rich experience in fighting enemies allowed him to make a judgment immediately.
Moreover, during the third attack, he had already seen the oracles mixed in the crowd and killed one with his own hands. If he had not acted quickly, there would have been casualties on the city wall.
The oracles were at least Elemental Realm.
And he could see that the one he killed was just a newborn. He could not help but wonder where the Disciples of the Black Flames found such pure Blood of God. The strength of the oracles did not depend on the strength of the Blood of God they belonged to. For example, the evil god Fredrich could also have powerful oracles because the Blood of God that created them was very pure.
It could also be said that the Blood of God contained a very high amount of Blood of God.
Because of this, Cassette was keenly aware of the danger. Although Her Majesty had been cautious enough to invest enough defensive forces, it was still not enough. The situation was somewhat unexpected.
He did not quite understand why Her Majesty would leave the mobs alone, nor did he understand that the so-called banquet was so important. It was worth giving an order for the Flame Family Knight to firmly guard the inner city before the banquet ended. They were not allowed to let a single mob enter, but they were also not allowed to launch a counterattack.
At first, he thought that it was a little ridiculous. Killing these rioters was the right thing to do. But now, it seemed that he was thinking too much. If the previous siege came a few more times, he wouldn't be able to guarantee the safety of the people on the city walls.
"We have to inform Her Majesty."
He turned back and said to his deputy.
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