Bailu Castle is located in Bailu City.
This may seem like nonsense, but in fact there is a bloody history hidden behind it.
The original capital of the eastern border was Ningxiang City, which was famous for producing all kinds of precious spices.
Over time, even the whole city has been edified with fragrance. It is not just the smell of spices, but the long-lasting fragrance that has been accumulated for hundreds of years.
Bards used to describe it this way—
Even if Ningxiang City disappears from the world, you can still smell its fragrance from the map.
However, no one expected that this beautiful word would become a prophecy.
Ningxiang City, the capital of spices, was finally completely erased from the world in the forbidden spell jointly launched by ten sixth-level mages——[Stars Fall].
Only a huge crater that has now turned into a lake is left, and a faint fragrance that can be faintly heard on the map.
Fortunately, Bailu Castle, the castle of the St. Pros family, the lord of the Eastern Realm, was built outside Ningxiang City, so they were able to escape the catastrophe.
However, some people think that the reason why the mages targeted Ningxiang City to destroy it was because Bailu Castle was not in the city.
The mages hoped to show their strength to the nobles of the empire and make them jealous, not to destroy a paladin family, completely intensify the conflict, and make both sides die endlessly.
In short, since then, the San Pros family and the Mage Council have finally reached an agreement of non-interference and non-aggression.
Ningxiang City was destroyed, but life continued.
Through this incident, the people of the East Realm finally realized one thing - it's still safe to hang out with the noble lord!
Therefore, when the capital was rebuilt in the east, this new city decisively surrounded Bailu Castle, and even changed its name to Bailu City.
In fact, the people of the Eastern Realm did not have any achievements in military affairs. A city of mages made them helpless. If it weren't for the elves who also hate wars bordering the Eastern Realm, I am afraid that this area may not necessarily belong to the Glorious Empire.
Although they were defeated militarily, the people of the Eastern Realm were very accomplished in art. Even the elves who had not completely retreated into the depths of the Huiyue Forest thought that the people of the Eastern Realm were the "most noble and elegant" among human beings. One pulse".
Bailu Fort, located in the center of Bailu City, is also the most proud architectural masterpiece of the Eastlanders.
The dome inlaid with a whole piece of white marble is white and flawless. Even in the moonless night, it will emit a cool and faint light, as if the palace of the gods has come to the world.
In the center of the square in front of the castle, a huge white horse sculpture is spreading its wings, as if it will rise into the sky in the next second.
This is the emblem of the St. Pross family - a pure white horse.
As night fell, a bonfire was lit in the square, and hundreds of Eastland knights in pure white armor surrounded the sculpture. They all looked solemn, with their swords in their hands, and bowed their heads in prayer.
Below the sculpture, a woman in a white clerical robe leads the prayers of the knights.
Her voice was dreamlike, yet solemn.
"...the glory of the Lord is everywhere, and it will lead the spirits of the dead back to his temple..."
"... rest in peace, fearless warriors!"
This female pastor looked to be in her forties, but she still had the charm, and the holy radiance that enveloped her body added a touch of strange charm to her.
As she finished praying, a middle-aged man in a ducal gown strode into the square.
He is the master of the Eastland—the Duke of St. Pros.
The Duke of the East came to the priestess, clasped his left hand on his chest, bowed and saluted, and said:
"May the grace of the Lord of Radiance last forever, and may the souls of the fallen warriors rest in peace!"
His voice is soft, with a hint of hoarseness, very contagious.
After the Duke of the East Territory finished speaking, he raised his head, and his face instantly became extremely rigid.
With a choking sound, he pulled out his saber from his waist, held it high above his head, pointed at the sky obliquely, and said loudly:
"But their will will be inherited, and their hatred will be remembered by us!"
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Amid the sound of swords being drawn, the knights gathered in the square followed the example of the Duke of St. Pros, raised their swords to the sky, and shouted in unison:
"Inherit the will, remember the hatred!"
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After the ritual of offering sacrifices to the heroic spirits, the knights dispersed one after another.
Earl Evan walked over slowly, saluted the only remaining Duke of St. Pross and the priestess in the square, and greeted: "Father, mother."
It turned out that the priestess turned out to be the Duchess.
The Duke of St. Pross looked at his second son, and said in a cold tone: "What? You also came to intercede for that Viscount Alston?"
Earl Evan rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm actually here to intercede for my brother."
"What do you mean? Your brother is still a prisoner of the Angelet family. What's the use of you coming to intercede with me?"
Earl Evan did not answer this question directly, but instead said:
"Father, Viscount Alston has been kneeling in Bailu Castle for three days and three nights, and no water has entered. If this continues, even with his body of a fourth-rank knight, he may not be able to bear it anymore."
"Hmph! You sympathize with him? Then who will sympathize with the 200,000 soldiers of the Pegasus Legion?"
"No, father, I don't have any sympathy for Viscount Alston. It's just that if Viscount Alston knelt and died in Bailu Castle as his deputy, then what punishment should Marquis Vincent, the coach, be punished?"
The Duke of St. Pros raised his brows and snorted, "You really came here to plead for your brother."
Earl Evan smiled and persuaded: "Yes, father. If you are unwilling to forgive Viscount Alston now, how can you forgive him after you redeem your brother in the future?"
The Duke of St. Pros said unhappily: "Why do you think I will forgive Vincent that waste?"
"Oh? Aren't you going to forgive my brother? That's great!" Earl Evan clapped his hands, but shouted even more excitedly, "Then when can I inherit my brother's position as Marquis?"
"You have a good idea!" The Duke of St. Pross glared and said angrily.
But Earl Evan was not frightened at all, but asked in shock:
"No way, father, if the title of Marquis is not passed on to me, who do you plan to pass it on to? It won't be Anna, right? With her stupid appearance, you are really going to hand over the Eastern Territory to her inside?"
The Duke of St. Pros was gasping for breath, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, as if he was about to slash the restless son with his sword in the next second.
"Okay, stop arguing." The Duchess stood up in time to smooth things over, "Evan, you are not allowed to speak to your father in this tone in the future, and you are not allowed to slander your brother and your sister at will."
"Yes, mother." Earl Evan shrank his head, as if this kind-faced, calm-spoken mother made him even more in awe.
Afterwards, the Duchess turned her head to look at her husband again: "You too, are you going to draw your sword for your own child? And that Viscount Alston, don't really let him die in White Dew Castle, it will damage your reputation .”
"I know." The Duke of St. Pros sighed and strode into the castle.
But after walking a few steps, seeing Earl Evan not following up, he turned back and ordered:
"Come here soon, I have something to ask you."
"Yes, father!"
(end of this chapter)