The bells in Fattan Port kept ringing, and Roman watched the priests or believers in golden or red robes take to the streets and rushed in one direction—that direction was Fussa Square, the largest saint in Fattan Port. The seat of the temple—she stood in the crowd of all kinds of people, not feeling cramped, but Haruze stood behind her, looking slightly disturbed.
Roman suddenly separated a familiar figure from the crowd, and stretched out a little white hand with excitement and waved in the air:
"Mr. Almov—"
The middle-aged man dressed in a robe and dressed as a priest was startled slightly, turned around, and looked over here with some surprise: "Miss Roman?"
At this moment, Fattan Harbor’s bell is ringing, but it is not a simple bell. The bell is coming from the direction of Fussa Square. It is obviously the temple’s order to convene believers. As the most senior believer in this city, he also serves as the priest of the neighborhood. As soon as the bell rang, Almov Shedor put on the robe and walked out of the house, but the teaching position is actually a part-time job for him. His other identity is Fattan Harbor. The vice president of the Silver Shark Chamber of Commerce, the empire’s business is prosperous, and most of the merchants, chambers of commerce and business families in the empire are closely connected through marriage or other means. Therefore, he has known for a long time, and even met this Eruin South Xinxing The representative of commercial power-this beautiful lady-and is said to be the fiancée of the young lord.
In the past year, the reputation of the emerging powers rising in the south of Eruin in the eyes of merchants or chambers of commerce within the empire is actually far greater than their reputation in the eyes of traditional aristocrats in the empire. The revival of Tonigel led The construction brought huge amounts of trade to the empire. The handicrafts, weapons, and even labor and slaves of the empire were transported to the unremarkable territory in the southernmost part of Eruin through a steady flow of ships, and in return were transferred from the Black Forest. The precious minerals and raw materials brought in can be exchanged for an astonishing profit after passing through these imperial merchants. But in the face of the people who created it, the owner of this territory and its future mistress, who is not happy Are you polite to them
After all, for most people in this world, ideals and beliefs are too far away, and only interests are the most true and gracious things.
Almov Shedor met Roman at a dinner a few days ago. That dinner was hosted by the eldest son of the emperor. The dinner hosted many aristocrats and celebrities from nearby areas, but most of them were related to military aristocrats. The inextricably linked local families and merchants are self-explanatory.
Hearing Roman's greeting, he stopped and asked politely to the other person: "What's wrong, can I help you with anything, Miss Roman?"
"Nothing," Roman smiled happily: "I just wanted to ask what happened, why are there so many people, where are you going, Mr. Almov?"
Is it because of this? Alemov was startled slightly. He pointed to the spire of the temple in the direction of Fussa Square and replied: "Did you hear the bell, Miss Roman, this is the bell for convening the believers. Something must have happened in the temple," These people are all believers or priests nearby, eager to go to the temple to see what happened."
"Is it really the bell of the temple, Mr. Alemov, you are not mistaken?" Roman's dark eyes rolled slightly. The prime minister's daughter also has such a great influence on the temple, but Brando Didn't mention this matter, didn't it mean that the relationship between the temple and the prime minister was not very good
"Of course, this is not joking with you, Miss Roman, this bell is not usable by ordinary people at the moment. It should be a high-level person from the Temple of Flame arrived. If someone else uses this bell to summon believers, I'm afraid he can't afford this responsibility." At this point, Almov frowned. Fattan Port has been closed for several days. How can the high level of the temple arrive at this time
What's more, this port is now under the control of the eldest son of the emperor. What kind of meaning does the high-level temple arriving at this time have, I am afraid it is a bit thought-provoking.
"The high level of the temple?"
"The high-level people here should only refer to people who are never sent by the Temple of Flame, Miss Roman." Alemov had some doubts in his heart, but he still subconsciously replied.
"That's how it is, thank you for telling me this, Mr. Almov." Roman replied with a smile.
Alemov nodded. He was not sure what the future hostess of Tonigel was asking himself for, or to satisfy his curiosity. After all, this was not inconsistent with the other party's performance at the banquet. From the point of view of everyone at the banquet, this lady is a likable, curious, and wonderful person with a very sensitive business sense.
Romain didn't ask any more, and after a brief talk with the part-time priest, he watched him disappear into the crowd in a hurry.
"The upper part of the temple, Your Highness the Little Prince."
"Miss Roman?"
"Don't you think about it, Your Royal Highness, the little prince, after all, I'm not good at such complicated things." She turned around and asked.
"It's a little weird... It stands to reason that at this time, there will be high-level people from the temple to Fatan Harbor. I heard that the headquarters of the Temple of Flame is already under the control of the Silver Queen. How can the eldest son of the emperor let Her Majesty's people enter the city?" Although Haruze was a little cowardly, he was not a fool, and he connected these simple truths a little bit.
"Meaning that you think it's weird too—?"
"Wait, Miss Roman, what are you doing?"
"I feel weird. Of course, I have to go and see what went wrong. Brando entrusted me to take care of the rear. I have to do my best." Roman replied solemnly.
"Wait, but..." Haruze was dragged by the merchant lady and ran forward, hurriedly cried out in panic, "But don't you need to notify Master Yuta and Master Nimesis?"
"Do you think they still need our notice?"
"This... seems to be true, but..."
"No, no, why are you a big man so long-winded, you should learn more from your teacher, Brando is not like you at all—"
"Me, how can I compare with the teacher..." Haruze flushed with anxiety.
…
Above the pale red to purple sky, dotted silver ships are leaving the sky over Fatan Port, heading towards the lofty inland sea, and gradually disappearing into the sea fog that fills the harbor.
Standing on the cross bridge of the airport, Delphine’s long purple hair is dancing with the wind. If you look at her figure from the back and the flowing hair, she can be regarded as a peerless beauty, but she is flying away. What was exposed under her hair was a hideous and terrifying face. The scars left by the burns were criss-crossed on her face. One eyeball was sunken in the deep part of the eye socket, as if there was no lustre, only the other. The look contained in his eyes faintly revealed the moving grace that this face once possessed.
She is still sitting on the wheelchair, but Ms. Yinlong has disappeared. At this moment, Marjorie is pushing the wheelchair. As for Eunice, standing further away, the latter seems to have nothing to do with the prime minister. Cold, even very angry at the fact that she asked Marjorie to push her wheelchair.
But Delphine didn't care at all. She stared at the huge fleet in front of her, frowning. Brando suddenly asked her to send the order to let this fleet set sail. The other party must have found some opportunity, this fleet. Obviously it was for the White Legion. The young lord from Eruin seemed to be ready to show his teeth to the Silver Queen.
"six o'clock."
"What?" Euni, who was not far away, was confused by her endless words: "What did you say?"
"The time is wrong," Delphine replied, staring at the sky. "The last fleet departed at seven o'clock in the morning, but it's obviously not like it's going to be eight o'clock."
"Isn't that morning..."
"Dawn is in this direction, it is sunset." Delphine replied affirmatively.
"It's impossible. It's just been an hour before dawn!" The Duke's daughter was startled, but she suddenly thought of something and blurted out: "A solar eclipse again?"
Delphine didn't speak. At this time, the bells in the city finally came from afar. She raised her brows slightly and asked, "What kind of bell is this?"
Eunice didn't seem to care too much about the bell, she still stared at the golden tint on the sea level in surprise, and replied casually: "It's like the bell of the temple..."
"No," Delphine frowned and shook his head: "This bell is... someone has arrived at the temple headquarters."
"Temple Headquarters?" Ernie was stunned: "What do you mean, how could anyone in the Temple Headquarters come here?"
Marjorie had heard about the Saint Sidney of the Lion’s Palace from Charles. He just wanted to say something, but the prime minister’s daughter interrupted him and said: "Marjorie, go and inform Charles. , There’s a problem, it’s not Ms. Sidney that came here, let him be careful and prepare for battle."
Marjorie was also stunned, wondering how you would know that the person here was not Ms. Sidney, but as a professional soldier, he chose to obey the order in the first time: "I understand, Miss Delphine!"
…
Uta felt the shock of the carriage and woke up from a coma. The surrounding light was a little dim, like a scene at six or seven o'clock in the evening. The small space looked like a carriage of a wagon, shot in from outside. The sun was dim and orange-red, and it was dusk-or early morning.
She frowned, and the pain all over her body immediately responded from the limbs. Only then did she remember the previous battle. She thought she was going to die, but Brando arrived as promised.
"Wake up, Big Sister?" Crewe's voice came from one side. She turned her head and saw the latter sitting aside, cross-legged, with a thick magic book on her knees, not far from him. At the place, near the entrance of the carriage sat Mel and several other young people. She subconsciously counted and found that it was at least half the number.
Mel heard Crewe’s voice and turned around to find the situation here. He saw Uta’s gloomy face and understood what the latter was thinking: "It’s already good, but fortunately, Lord Lord came in time, otherwise he would lose. There are even more of them, and even your lord might die there."
Uta frowned tightly, and such a heavy loss reminded her of the battle at the firs collar.
"My lord, you don't have to blame yourself. What I learned at the Royal Knights Academy is that there must be bloodshed in war, whether it is us or the enemy," Mel seemed to see what the boss was thinking and persuaded: "We can All we can do is make the enemy shed more blood than us—"
"But you are so young..."
"My lord, there are adventurers and mercenaries killed in Eruin at all times. Some of them are much younger than us. My lord, you used to be a mercenary captain. You must have been used to seeing this."
Hearing Mel's words, not only Yuta, but even Kru became silent. Indeed, in the not-so-short period of time in the South, these people have long been accustomed to life and death. Whether in Eruin or Cruz, or even farther in the Ten-City area, the survival conditions of adventurers and mercenaries are far worse than them. As a member of the White Lion Guard, they can at least eat their food, but in In the southern border of Eluin, many adventurers and mercenaries live the same lives as desperadoes, struggling with hunger and death.
At that time they didn't seem to care about it, life and death were nothing more than that, just like those companions who were hanged by Grudin in Fir Castle, they could only make them angry at best.
I don't know when, these people who are begging for life on the cutting edge have become so sentimental.
"Mel, what made you pay all of this?" She suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Ambition," the young man replied indifferently, "My lord, you don't understand that a bastard like me is not qualified to inherit the title. The best way out is to become a knight under a big man. From then on, he will be prosperous and ruined. No matter who I follow, the final result can only be to obtain a small fief after being old or injured, marry a wife and have children, and one of my heirs may meet someone in the future. This opportunity has allowed me to stand out from now on, but this is not the life I want. Lord Lord is the only one who has the potential to overturn the entire Eruin pattern. Only by following him and participating in all of this can I build a world-less miracle. In order to change my own destiny, I want to prove to everyone that I am the best—"
Crewe smashed his mouth a few times in surprise. He probably didn't expect that his less-remarkable companion would have such a long-term ideal. In comparison, his biggest ideal is to be a real wizard, or even more exaggerated. , If he could reach the level of Teacher Shire, then he would probably wake up with a smile when he fell asleep.