In the cathedral square in the outskirts of the Royal City, a group of city sculptures had just been opened. The sculptures were of the heroes who died in Dragonspine Ridge two months ago.
In order to stabilize the hearts of the people and strengthen the cohesion of the faith of the Goddess, the Disciples of Glory described what happened in Dragonspine Ridge as a miracle. In order to make this miracle more powerful, the priests and soldiers who died or went missing in the "Holy One-Day War" were listed as martyrs and publicized. Of course, this included Bishop Gelton who turned himself into divine power, and a group of northern mercenaries who shone in the incident. Hao Ren and his group were very active during the evacuation, especially when Lily showed up. It was impossible not to know. The people who escaped from the Beinz area remembered this group of "mercenaries". So after the higher-ups of the Church learned about the situation from Ophra, they discussed and decided to name them as martyrs...
So, Hao Ren looked through the carriage window and saw a group of sculptures standing in the square outside. On it, Gelton and him were fighting the tentacle monsters...
However, the person who designed the sculptures seemed to have taken into account the uniqueness of Hao Ren and the others. The figures on the sculptures were somewhat modified. Other than Gelton and the few archbishops who were very lifelike, Hao Ren and the others were magically modified. They were basically so beautiful that they did not look like the real people.
"I say... Can't you get permission from the people before you do this?" Hao Ren looked at Ophra, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "It's fine if it's just a sculpture, but why do you have to give it a glorious death?"
"This is my suggestion," Ophra explained with a smile. "Do you want to be pestered as a well-known hero?"
Hao Ren: "Ugh..."
"No matter who it is, as long as you can come back alive from that 'Holy War', you will inevitably become the focus of attention. The image of you leading the refugees to fight a bloody path through the tentacles of the evil god is already widely known. If the official news says that you are still alive, do you know how many people will come looking for you?" Ophra smiled and shook her head. "And at that time, you have already 'ascended' to heaven. Where can the Church find people to replace you? So, we can only say that you died a glorious death. "
Nangong Wuyue stuck out her tongue. "That's true … but it sounds weird."
Hao Ren waved his hand and said, "It's fine. I don't have any objections. And to be honest, this is not the first time. The Aerymian elves made me a sculpture, and it looked like it was going to block a bullet hole. At least you guys left me a standing posture … "
Although it was a little strange to know that he was advertised as a dead person, Hao Ren deeply agreed with Ophra's explanation. He was here on official business. Avoiding trouble was the most important thing. However, Becky was a little depressed. This girl was very realistic. Her biggest wish in this life was to become rich and famous. Now that the Vatican had promoted her as a martyr, she was indeed famous, but the problem was that she was "dead". She did not even have the chance to show off in the tavern. What was the point of being famous if she could not enjoy it? So, Becky tried to negotiate with Ophra. "Lady Ophra, I need to discuss something with you … Can you ask the Pope to change his statement? Just say that the legendary mercenary Becky had fought her way out of a mountain of corpses and came back alive. In fact, she was not dead …"
Ophra looked at Becky with a puzzled face. "What's the point?"
Becky slapped her thigh and said, "Do you know how good it is to brag in the first person?"
Hao Ren pushed Becky hard and said, "Just say it, why did you slap my thigh?"
"Oh, I was sitting too close. That's why I didn't feel it."
Ophra stared blankly at the group of saviors in front of her. She had lived for hundreds of years and had seen all kinds of big shots. The relics of heroes, tyrants, and good generals could fill a wall in her trophies storage room, but she had never seen such a style. But after a while, she smiled comfortably and said, "Well, I'll go discuss with the Pope and the King. You guys are really interesting. "
"Don't bother, this girl is a little crazy. She'll calm down after this," Hao Ren quickly said, "You're so busy every day …"
"It's no trouble at all." Ophra smiled at Becky. Her entire aura seemed to have changed suddenly. She was no longer as stern and stern as before, but now she was very friendly. "Really, you guys are really interesting. I remember when I was an adventurer a few hundred years ago. It seemed like I was just like this girl. Ha, after so many years, I've forgotten the bad habits of mercenaries and adventurers. Now I finally remember a little. "
At this time, the carriage suddenly shook, and Hao Ren noticed that the noise from the street outside was far away. Obviously, the carriage had come to a more secluded place. After a while, the driver in front gently knocked on the partition of the carriage. "Lady, we've arrived."
Hao Ren and the others pushed the door open and got out of the carriage. They found that the carriage was parked in front of a large villa. The quite a large area around was very quiet, and high-end houses of the same size could be seen everywhere. The cloth embroidered with family emblems on the side walls of the houses were opposite each other, obviously belonging to a prominent family. There was no doubt that this was the aristocratic district in the Royal City, and it was the territory of the great nobles. To be able to hang the family emblem on the wall with a huge silk banner was a privilege that only the old nobles with royal blood or more than six generations of inheritance were allowed to have.
The high-ranking nobles had their own manors and even castles in various places. Their family residences were basically outside the Royal City. However, the Royal Family of Holletta had a rule that the current head of these nobles and the next generation of the nobles must live in the aristocratic district of the Royal City for a period of time every year. These aristocratic districts were luxurious and close to the Royal Palace. On the surface, it was a kind of honor to live here, but in fact, it was a kind of monitoring and deterrence of the nobles by the royal family. Several large-scale rebellions and suppression since the founding of Holletta contributed to the establishment and stability of this system.
Ophra, who lived here, was the only exception: there was no nobleman in the entire kingdom who was older and more prestigious than her. Her status in Holletta had even gone beyond the concept of 'nobility' and was almost a symbol. The royal family had no need to monitor the veteran who almost single-handedly created the current situation. In fact, there was no way to monitor her: from the King to the Pope, down to the nobles and ministers, who had not been beaten by Ophra when they were young?
The only reason why Ophra lived here was that it was closer to the Royal Palace, and it was convenient to go to work.
Of course, Hao Ren did not know these details. He just felt that the houses in this place were very imposing: better than his own home anyway.
A servant came forward to greet them. Ophra nodded to one of the middle-aged butler-like men and said, "These are my distinguished guests. Prepare the best guest room for them to rest. In addition, arrange for Bosom to go to the cathedral and tell Cardinal John that a foreign guest has come to visit. Please prepare the banquet that was previously booked. "
Hao Ren followed Ophra into the marshal's residence. This luxurious building was typical of the upper class of Holletta, with an open vestibule garden and a flagstone path extending from the main building to the gate. There was also a long rain-sheltered corridor on the flagstone path. On both sides of the corridor, there were well-tended flower beds, but the style of the flowers in the flower beds was very simple, only a kind of lavender plain flowers.
"I heard that Lady Ophra likes the purple cross star flower the most." Becky never thought that one day she would really walk in the corridor of Ophra's residence. At this time, every step she took was with an expression of pilgrimage. She muttered as she walked, "So it's true."
"The purple cross star flower is the best flower in the world," Ophra smiled. "It's cold-resistant, drought-resistant, and not afraid of wind and rain. Unless it's cut off, it will bloom on time for a full 30 days every year. It's as punctual as a soldier. More importantly, this flower is not only edible, but it can also relieve pain and reduce inflammation. Hundreds of years ago, mercenaries and adventurers regarded it as the flower of luck. This thing grows in the wilderness and near the ruins. God knows how many lives have been saved by it. "
The servant came forward to open the door. Ophra led them into the hall on the first floor of the villa. "Take a seat. I'll ask someone to prepare tea and snacks. But don't eat too much. It's rare to have a free meal with the king and the pope."
Hao Ren looked curiously at the magnificent but not luxurious furnishings in the hall. Suddenly, he saw a row of portraits hanging on the wall not far away. "Who are those?"
"The kings of Holletta." Ophra pointed at the portrait. "Starting from Geddon III to the current king's father."
Hearing the name "Geddon III", Becky suddenly realized that she finally had a chance to solve a long-entangled mystery in the mercenary circle. The truth of the story that countless playwrights and single mercenaries were talking about was right in front of her, and the person involved was standing right in front of her!
Becky's eyes lit up. "Lady Ophra! How did you and Prince Geddon meet? Why did you promise to help him guard this kingdom for more than 400 years? "
Ophra was silent for a moment, and her face suddenly softened. "Because Holletta pays well …"
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