A grand parade is being held in the sea blue city.

Walking in the front was a black-robed monk holding an incense burner. The strange fragrance radiated out of the shaking incense burner and spread throughout the street.

The parade atmosphere became mysterious and psychedelic in the blue smoke.

Four priests followed closely with the remains of St. Mark, which was converging in the golden box. Three hundred years ago, two Venetta merchants stole the remains of the saint from the Conquest Port and brought them back to the sea blue, St. Mark became the saint of the sea blue and even the entire Venetta.

Winters wore a full set of ceremonial armor, rode the "strong fortune" of the divine horse, and followed the remains of the saint with the captured Taniria flag. The same was true for other officers of Venetta who returned from Chiyi Island.

After the Knights' queue, there were three prison cars. The sea blue man did not recognize the prisoner's face, but he didn't have to think about it and knew that he must be a big figure in the Tanirian Federation.

They were right, and in the prison car in the middle was the famous pirate, captain, and explorer William Kidd.

Among the prisoners brought back from Chiyi Island, not only these people were in the prison car, but General Serbiati and General Leighton sent all the prisoners back to Hailan to participate in the prisoner offering ceremony.

However, the transport ship that imprisoned ordinary prisoners unfortunately died and sank. Only a few important prisoners who were imprisoned alone were still alive, all in the prison van.

Although the captives seemed a little shabby, it did not affect the joy of the Venetta people.

The prison carriage was followed by two carefully decorated carriages. The clown in gorgeous clothes grabbed handfuls of silver coins and spice powder from the purse on the carriage and sprinkled them at the crowd, causing waves of looting.

It seemed as if the Carnival was coming early, and the whole city became restless.

The streets and alleys on the roadside were crowded with people, and the children ran to the roof, and the woman poked out from the window on the second floor along the street, waving bouquets and fans. Many civilians followed the parade happily.

The salutes were ringing, the bells rang, people set off fireworks, and held gratitude services, and the city became a sea of ​​joy and happiness.

The long parade queue circled around the city for a while and finally returned to the starting point of Parliament Square.

As the captured battle flags, weapons, armor, and even four cannons were thrown one by one to the guard's veranda - just at the feet of Passius holding Medusa's head high - the crowd became more and more frenzied.

The excited emotions infected everyone, and everyone who fell into it could not extricate themselves. The people gathered in Venetta shouted over and over again, "Victory! Saint Mark! Victory! Saint Mark!" desperately stretched out their hand to touch the golden box that filled the remains of the holy.

The atmosphere was blurred and fanatical. People thanked the gods and saints for their victory, and longed for even a little blessing. This parade of victory has become a religious parade in some sense.

Even the officers' guard of honor became the center of the vortex.

The reserved girl and young woman threw the Senas Sea by the excited girl and the young woman, and they threw the bouquets and silk fans in their hands at the majestic knights.

Many bold women even took off their masks and veils and threw them to the officers who served as guard of honor - in the culture of the Venetta, this is an extremely, extremely explicit hint.

For a moment, Winters felt that a hard object like raindrops was hitting him, and the Tanirian rain of arrows was not so dense. He was only glad that he was wearing a full set of plate armor and helmets, otherwise he would have been smashed to pieces.

After the seven rounds of salutes were fired, the figure of Consul Debera appeared on the guards' veranda.

The consul began a passionate speech, but Winters could hardly hear anything.

In fact, no one could hear the specific content in the Parliament Square. Every time DeBella said a word, the crowd would respond with huge cheers. The cheers even interrupted DeBella's speech several times, forcing the consul to wait until a little quiet before continuing.

However, Winters didn't care what the people on the veranda were saying. Following the process, once the consul starts his speech, the guard of honor can be disbanded.

The noise made Qiangyun feel a little uneasy. The three-year-old horse sniffed dissatisfied. Warrant Officer Montane just wanted to leave the parliament square, which was filled with a fanatical atmosphere as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of the crowd's attention, they turned to the consul who was giving a speech, and the officers returning from Akagishima communicated with each other with gestures, turned over and dismounted, and held their mounts and squeezed out of the square with difficulty.

Of course, the guard of honor could not leave quietly like this. The girls along the way tried hard to stuff jewelry, paper paper with addresses, and handkerchiefs embroidered with family emblems and abbreviations into the arms of the young men.

Winters's helmet's observation window was even stuffed into a small folding fan made of fragrant wood. The foreign object was inserted into his eyes. Winters subconsciously dodged and crashed into another lady's arms.

The officers squeezed out of the square in a rather embarrassing manner, and only when they arrived at a place with sparse crowds were able to take off their helmets that were so stuffy that they could not breathe.

"Hey? Where is the Don Juan?" Ensign Pisani nodded and found that the number was wrong.

"Ah? Is the person missing?" Winters was also shocked when he heard this. After counting it, he found that Don Juan was not alone: ​​"I won't be trampled, right?! I'll go back to find it!"

After saying that, Winters got on the horse and was about to go into the crowd.

Captain Lero reached out and grabbed Qiangyun's reins and said helplessly: "You kid, you really... Since they didn't follow us, there must be a place to go. Don't mess up the good things in a rash manner!"

Only then did Winters realize that this was the case and got off the horse again with a lot of laughter.

"Montane is too young and doesn't understand." Pisani asked with a teasing, "How come Senior Lelo, why did you come out with us?"

Lelo and Pisani looked at each other, and they both showed meaningful smiles tacitly.

Not long ago, Winters was still in a purgatory battlefield. Now, he has become a war hero and returned to the prosperous, crowded and bustling sea blue. His friends around him are talking about women, women and women.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Winters has not been able to adapt to this change in distance contrast so far, and the grand scene in front of him always looks like a dream, not real at all.

In the square, noisy voices gradually gathered into a name: "Saint Mark! Saint Mark! Saint Mark!"

Hearing the shouts of the crowd, Winters smiled: "I don't remember which Tanirian Saint Mark killed himself."

The other officers around him smiled a little embarrassed when they heard Winters' rebellious speech.

"We are the hands of San Marco! Hahaha, this is actually just lively and cheer everyone up." Pisani immediately laughed and hugged Winters' neck: "Do you think the old man is willing to run to the veranda to spit? Who made the Venetta people like this? If he doesn't make everyone happy, where can he get the money to continue fighting?"

Winters knew that he had made up his words and knew that Senior Pisani was making things smooth for him. He nodded and laughed a few times.

"Don't look at the big news, this may be the most cost-effective way." Lelo was also a little lost: "A month later, the Hailan people will forget our names, but even a hundred years later, people will recall this grand victory parade. The old man Debera is a good move to make people's hearts!"

In the familiar carriage not far away, Winters saw the people in the car waving to him. He knew that the people in the car were waiting anxiously, so he said goodbye to the others. The officers of the guard of honor each had their own places and naturally disbanded on the spot.

Winters tied the reins of the strong-forward to the rear beam of the carriage and opened the door.

Anna was in the car and had been waiting for a long time.

She reached out and pulled Winters into the carriage, and said with a smile: "I really feel that Hailan hasn't been so lively in a long time."

"The battle has not been won yet. It is a bit too early to celebrate the victory now." Winters sighed, and he was a little worried when he mentioned this.

But Winters didn't realize that it was not the atmosphere of saying such words now. The air in the carriage seemed to have suddenly become three points because of his cold situation.

Anna held Winters' hand and did not let go. She vaguely felt that Winters could no longer be as happy as before.

She pinched Winters' hand and said angrily: "Mr. Montane, you should really learn how to please girls!"

"Hahaha, then who can teach me?" Winters' face showed a smile from the bottom of his heart for the first time today.

"Of course it's..." Anna said halfway through her smile, her eyes suddenly attracted by the helmet that Winters put next to her: "...Huh? What is that?"

Before Winters could react, Anna had already let go of his hand and picked up his helmet.

A small and delicate folding fan was inserted into the helmet.

At this time, Winters was confused about the crisis in front of him. He answered inexplicably: "Isn't it a folding fan?"

Anna took off the folding fan from her helmet, expanded it and checked it, picked up her helmet and sniffed it. Anna, who came to the conclusion, looked at Winters with a very playful look.

Warrant Officer Montane realized something was wrong. He explained carefully: "This is what someone else stuffed it to me... I don't know who stuffed it... Actually, I don't want it either... This folding fan almost hit my eyes..."

Anna played with the folding fan, with a faint smile on her lips. She didn't speak, just listened to Winters defending herself.

"If you like it... I'll give it to you?" Winters said helplessly. But after thinking about it, he felt that this kind of gift was a bit strange, so he changed his words: "I'd better buy a handful and give it to you exactly the same?"

"No, I want this one." Anna suddenly put away the folding fan.

"Okay, it's yours."

Anna suddenly stood up and approached Winters. Her hair gently stroked Winters' face. The distance was so close that Winters could almost feel the heat on Anna.

There should be no difference in human body temperature, but Winters really felt Anna's body hot at this moment.

"You...you...what are you going to do..." Warrant Officer Montane's breathing was almost stopped.

Anna stretched out her arm, wrapped it around Winters' neck, and then…undid the belt buckle of Winters' breastplate.

The ceremonial armor that Winters is wearing now is not a shoddy chest plate armor that is distributed to ordinary swords and shields. Although this set of ceremonial armor does not fit well, it is a complete set of exquisitely crafted three-quarter plate armor.

This set of armor protects the core area especially tightly. If it is encountered in hand-to-hand combat, it will be enough to cause a headache for the most clever swordsman.

But even such tightly sewn armor was still stuffed into several handkerchiefs through the gaps under the armpits and waists by women. Winters didn't even notice when it was stuffed in - there were too many people and too crowded.

Winters consciously unbuttoned his arm armor and indeed was stuffed into two handkerchiefs.

"You are quite popular...Monta Nie." Anna happily folded his handkerchiefs one by one, saying word by word.

The handkerchief was sprayed with perfume, and the carriage was extremely fragrant.

Winters said helplessly: "As soon as this helmet is put on, it doesn't know whether it's a human or a ghost. If something really is popular, it's just this armor. If you wear this outfit and walk around the square, you will definitely gain more than me."

Anna burst out laughing and put the folded handkerchiefs into Winters's hand: "Okay, okay, keep these handkerchiefs. When you get old, you can take them to recall your glorious years."

"Do I need it?" Winters also felt angry and funny: "I'll make you a trick."

After saying that, he put his helmet on Anna's head, grabbed his handkerchief and reached out of the car window, and began to concentrate.

Although Winters' magic level has not improved significantly from the perspective of absolute value. However, after a lot of battles, his magic skills are different from before. It is equivalent to the fact that his strength has not changed much, but his skills in exerting force and fighting are becoming more and more mature by hammering.

Winters smoothly enters the casting state, releasing the fire ignition technique, and the flammable silk handkerchief catches fire instantly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Anna, who took off her helmet, snorted: "I'm not afraid that you will accept other people's handkerchiefs."

"I don't want to accept it, I'm afraid." Winters felt exhausted.

Anna glared coquettishly, suddenly leaned over and touched Winters' forehead with her lips, and then threw the folding fan with the name of a lady engraved outside the window as if nothing had happened.

The black carriage slowly drove away from the Parliament Square.

...

In fact, what Consul Debera did—Winters didn’t listen carefully, and the people in the square listened unintentionally—the speech was very important.

Although the war is not over yet.
To be continued...