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Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was a few days later.
Gru is a relatively remote town in the Saint-Louis region.
There are six villages of various sizes around the town, as well as manors near the villages and scattered small settlements, with a total population of six to seven thousand people.
Apart from being close to the Abbey of St. Luan, this is a small town with no special features. In the early years, the town could rely on entertaining the endless stream of pilgrims and purchasing supplies for the monastery to maintain its prosperity. However, with the fall of the God of Light and the empire's policy to ban the Church of Light, the town of Gru has become more and more desolate, and even the number of caravans has decreased.
Southwest corner of Gru Town.
On a towering cliff, Gru Castle is like a crouching giant beast, quietly guarding the town of Gru below.
Compared to the Abbey of Saint-Louis, Gruburg is less sacred and majestic, but more ferocious. The moat more than ten meters wide, the thick stone walls, the towering arrow towers and the watchtowers... the complete war facilities make it look like a war machine, with a fierce aura, as if it could extend its ferocious fangs at any time and anywhere.
It is the hereditary war fortress of the Gru family and also the last barrier to enter the Gru area.
Baron Gondejar is the hereditary baron of this generation of the Gru family.
The ancestors of the Gru family had also included great figures who followed the emperor in expanding territory and conquering the east and the west, but with the passage of time, the world has changed dramatically.
The legacy handed down from ancestors was eroded bit by bit, and by the time of Gandiyar's generation it had become even more decadent.
However, despite its decline, Gondeyar's pomp and circumstance were not small at all. In order to maintain his extravagance and decadence, he imposed heavy taxes and levies on the territory, which had already caused deep resentment among the subjects. However, due to Gondeyar's power, they dared not speak out.
In the evening, the sun sets.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on an old carriage, making it look inexplicably desolate.
Pulled by the slow horses, the old carriage slowly approached Gruburg in Gondejar.
The driver was a young man wearing linen clothes, with a strong and sturdy build, red eyes, and a look of resentment that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time.
The time had not yet come for the gates of Gruburg to be closed, and the drawbridge was still built over the moat.
At the sentry post, two elite soldiers wearing mail armor saw the approaching carriage and immediately stepped forward with guns to stop it. They shouted arrogantly: "Stop, stop. Who are you? How dare you approach Gruburg? Are you tired of living?"
Hearing this, the young man's eyes burned with anger.
However, he quickly suppressed his anger and showed a flattering smile: "My lords, my name is Abron, and I am here to send someone to Gruburg on the orders of the Baron."
The elite soldier looked him up and down with a vigilant look in his eyes: "Where is the Baron's handwritten letter? And who is in the carriage?"
The young man, Abron, hesitated for a moment, his eyes seemed unwilling: "No, there is no decree. The car, in the car is my new wife, Alia."
The two elite soldiers were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
They laughed unscrupulously, and looked at Abron with eyes full of contempt and ridicule: "So you are Abron~ I heard that you married a beautiful wife, congratulations."