After Becoming The Tyrant

Chapter 131: Swordsman

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When the witch chief came to Metzl Castle, he came with gratitude, and when he left, gratitude turned into awe.

She found in many of Legrand a power she had never seen before, the scholar who swore to pluck the sun, the theologians who quarrelled in the tavern. For the first time, the descendants of the ancient snakes in the extreme north have seen something more powerful than the ancient snakes of the world that they have longed for in countless dreams.

Although she still didn't know what it was.

After the witch leader riding a broom returned to the Legrand No. 1 Pathological Institute, he smiled happily in the face of his clan who were looking at him nervously.

"Your Majesty is willing to accept us as Legrand's people!"

She raised the handwritten letter of the king in her hand and said aloud.

Pretending to be calm these days, it was hard to hide the nervousness of the witches cheering.

While the witches cheered, some were deeply disappointed and angry.

That was Bishop Anil and the theologians around him.

How the city wall made of paper and grass is built, how will it collapse in the end.

Although Bishop Anil and the others have long been disappointed with the Holy Court, the facts always make them even more sad.

"Holy Lord, what are these for?"

An elderly theologian groaned in despair in the royal archives that the king had specially opened for them. When they were in front of them, the pain caused by the collapse of the ancient beliefs was still unacceptable.

"What else is true? What else is false?"

His grief and resentment questions echoed in the air, and the theologians gathered here did not look very well, and the atmosphere was dead.

With them were a group of Legrand's most distinguished historians. This is probably a somewhat strange joint work, their purpose is to textual research the papacy. Bishop Anil doesn't know how long the king... or how long the Rose family has been preparing for this day, and the historians who came to assist them are surprisingly familiar with the history of the Holy See.

This is not something a generation can do.

Numerous well-preserved historical materials and repeated research by many historians would have been difficult to achieve this level if it wasn't for the constant attention of the monarchs of the Qiangwei family from generation to generation.

This makes theologians feel as if Legrand has always been preparing for today.

Ultimately accumulated thin hair.

The concept of "the pope has absolute power" is unshakable in the hearts of saints. The universal supreme power of the pope is one of the most basic and oldest beliefs of believers.

But now everything is falling apart.

"The Collection of Lucado's Decrees, published in 677 AD, compiled by Cassido, Andum, Diteo... They were canon jurists at that time." Bishop Anil officially compiled the first volume The set of decrees was placed on the table, the theologians were pale, and the historians were calm.

"The papal precedent it cites is fictitious and, in fact, is a forged decree."

Head of the Royal Academy of History, Earl Wally said calmly.

He was an elderly man with silver hair and blue eyes, wearing a crimson double-breasted robe with a dark gold medal on his chest. The medal is somewhat similar to the rose badge, but it is different. The relief on the medal is a sword that hangs straight down, with rose flowers coiled around the sword.

The historians behind Earl of Wally pushed the doubts and evidence they had reasonably sorted out during this period to the middle of the long case.

"Tiant's Decrees, published by Holy See College in 1113."

"Seventy percent is fake."

"Qahtani to the Pope..."

"A subtle deception, unfortunately, it's also fake."

"My dear gentlemen."

Earl Wally stood up, and he looked around at the people around the long case, his voice low and powerful in this vast archive.

"What constitutes the throne of the noble sect? As you and I see, there are countless carefully crafted lies. But the truth is true, and no matter how wonderful a lie is, it is only a lie, and it is our sins who will make all this public. Are they guilty, or will they be guilty of these deceitful acts in the name of the Eternal Lord?"

Silent.

The theologians silently looked at the scrolls before them.

"I believe that gentlemen will make the choices that true believers should make."

Earl Worley bowed deeply to the theologians, then took the Royal Academy of History and left, leaving space for the group of theologians whose last trust in the Holy Court had completely collapsed.

Walking into the courtyard, Earl Wally looked up.

The sun is shining.

It's almost the end of spring.

Midsummer is approaching, and the sun will burn like fire.

The king walked among the tall bookshelves.

This is the Royal Library, which is located in the History Faculty of the Royal Academy. If theologians were lucky enough to climb the upper floors of it, they would find that their guesses were right.

The familiarity of Legrand's historians with the history of the Holy See did not come out of thin air.

In the Royal Academy, there are many historians who stepped into it when they were young, and stayed there from youth until they were gray-haired and staggering. Some of them have spent their whole lives trying to verify the authenticity of a document hundreds of years ago, and some have read countless boring and heavy historical materials in order to study the real reason behind a small battle between the Holy Court and heresy …

They are unknown and drowned in the vast sea of historical materials.

In high society, they were called "nerds who study useless studies".

However, in the eyes of the king, they were also the best hunters and trackers—on another battlefield.

The Legrand Royal Academy of History has been established for a long time, almost equal to the history of the royal family. This obscure department, for so many years, has been doing one thing, and that is to follow the footsteps of the Holy Court in the fog of history like a hound. In this battlefield, they are as patient hunters as the jurists and theologians of the Holy Court.

Legrand has been preparing for today's counterattack for too long.

The Rose family didn't know where Legrand would start the first chapter of his resistance in the future, so they chose the stupidest and most stubborn way.

- They keep all the history they know, and like greedy spiders, they come to collect information about their enemies.

On this battlefield, all the white-haired and unknown scholars are valiant knights.

"Good day, Your Majesty."

The Earl of Worley found the king in front of the bookshelf marked "Information on the Battle of Whitsunday Bay in the 1st and 2nd centuries", and he bowed respectfully to the king in a low voice.

He nodded slightly, walked out of the library with him, and came to the study room of Earl Nevoli of the Royal Academy.

The Earl of Wally reported to the King the results of the research on the "House of the Pope".

"Forgery of teaching orders?" The king read the report summed up by Earl of Wally and laughed sarcastically, "Antique dealers should be glad that they are not too interested in counterfeiting antiquities."

"Perhaps the antique dealers are better at counterfeiting than they are, Your Majesty."

Earl of Wally smiled.

He is more familiar with the king than others, because most of the manuscripts of the rose family history that the king read during his childhood and enlightenment were compiled by him. The Duke of Buckingham had brought the King here when he was young, and it was the Earl of Wally who was in charge of receiving the King.

He is also a member of the Rose family.

Unlike other members of the royal family, the Earl of Wally was frail due to a serious illness at a young age. Therefore, after he was knighted by Charles the Lion, he never worked hard on the warhorse again, and instead took root in the study of chronicles. If a person with a heart conducts a detailed survey of the members of the Legrand royal family, he will find that among the Legrand royal family members, almost every generation has become a historian.

Within the Rose family, they are called—

Swordsman.

They are the swords that the Rose family themselves hang over their heads.

The lifespan of mortals is so short, and the history that the Rose family has to remember as mortals is so long. They have to stick to the arrival of this millennium kingdom from the end of the legendary era. Birth, old age, sickness and death, a hundred years have been the alternation of generations for mortals, and between this life and death, memory and hatred are so faded away.

However, in this world, everyone can forget, but the Rose family cannot.

If they forget too, who will wake up those alchemists who go to the fire? Who will pass on the wrath of mortals from generation to generation

Hence the "Hanging Sword".

In every generation of Qiangwei family, there will be someone who quietly withdrew from the political arena, hiding in the shadow that no one can see.

Abandoning glory and fame and fortune, they became the thick and silent cornerstone of this family.

Hatred cannot be forgotten, sacrificed heroes cannot be forgotten, and fighting intent and persistence cannot be forgotten. The younger generation of those who hang the swords takes over from the older generation, recording the deeds of all the ancestors of the Qiangwei family, all the battles they have experienced, and all the hardships they have endured, and become all children who have the blood of roses. big story.

At this time, history became a seed, planted as a child, and eventually grew into a majestic giant tree.

Sword-hangers, in this way they hang the shame and mission of the millennium on the family's head.

Because of this, even after a thousand years, every Legrand monarch will have a haze in his eyes when he mentions the "Battle of God's Punishment" that broke the Legrand Empire apart overnight. Because of this, even after a thousand years, characters like Mad King Henry, William III, and the Duke of Buckingham will appear.

In front of the gods, mortals live like a mayfly and die in the morning and evening.

But the mortals who live and die have conquered time.