The bells in Fatan Port were tinkling continuously. Roman watched the priests or believers in golden or red robes take to the streets one after another, rushing in one direction - that direction was Fusha Square, the largest in Fatan Port.
The location of the temple - she did not feel awkward standing among all kinds of people, but Haruze stood behind her, looking slightly uneasy.
Roman suddenly spotted a familiar figure from the crowd, and excitedly stretched out his little white hand and waved it in mid-air:
"Mr. Alemov——"
The middle-aged man wearing a robe and dressed as a priest was slightly startled, turned around, and looked here with some surprise: "Miss Roman?"
At this moment, the bells of Port Fatan are ringing, but they are not just bells. The bells are coming from the direction of Fusha Square. It is obviously the temple’s call to believers. As the most senior believer in this city, he also serves as the neighborhood priest.
One position, but the teaching position is actually just a part-time job for him. His other identity is the vice president of the Fatan Port Silver Shark Chamber of Commerce. Business in the empire is prosperous. Most of the relationships between merchants in the empire, chamber of commerce organizations and business families are through
They are closely connected through marriage or other means, so he has known about it for a long time, and even met this beautiful lady who is the representative of the emerging business power in the south of Eruin, and it is said that she is the fiancée of the young lord.
In the past year, the reputation of the emerging forces that emerged in the south of Eruin in the eyes of businessmen within the empire or the chamber of commerce is actually far greater than their reputation in the eyes of the traditional nobles of the empire. The revival of the Tonigel Territory and
The construction brought a huge trade volume to the empire. The empire's handicrafts, weapons and even laborers and slaves were transported to the humble territory in the southernmost part of Eruin through a steady stream of fleets. In turn, they were transported from the Black Forest to
The precious minerals and raw materials transported can be exchanged for astonishing profits after passing through these imperial merchants. And facing the person who created all this, the owner of this territory and its future mistress, who would not be happy
How about being polite to them?
After all, for most people in this world, ideals and beliefs are too far away. Only interests are the most real and cordial things.
, the dinner was hosted by the emperor's eldest son. Many nobles and celebrities from nearby areas were invited to the dinner, but most of them were local families and businessmen who were inextricably connected with the military nobles, and their intentions were self-evident.
Hearing Roman's greeting, he stopped and asked politely: "What's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help you, Miss Roman?"
"Nothing," Roman chuckled, "I just wanted to ask what happened? Why are there so many people? Mr. Alemov, where are you going?"
Is it because of this? Alemov was slightly startled. He pointed to the spire of the temple in the direction of Fusha Square and replied: "Did you hear the bell, Miss Roman? This is the bell that summons believers. The temple should be out of
What happened? These people are believers or priests nearby, anxious to go to the temple to see what happened."
"Is it really the bell of the temple? Mr. Alemov, are you not mistaken?" Roman's dark eyes rolled slightly. The prime minister's daughter also has such a great influence on the temple, but Brando never
I haven't mentioned this matter before. Doesn't it mean that the relationship between the temple and the prime minister is not very good?
"Of course, this is not a joke. Miss Roman, this bell cannot be used by ordinary people at the moment. The senior officials of the Temple of Flame should have arrived. If anyone else uses this bell to summon believers,
I'm afraid he can't bear this responsibility." Having said this, Alemov himself frowned. Fatan Port has been closed for several days. How could there be high-level officials from the temple arriving at this time?
What's more, the port is now under the control of the emperor's eldest son. It may be a bit thought-provoking what the high-level officials of the temple who arrived at this time mean.
"Temple high-level people?"
"The higher-ups here should be people who are not sent by the Temple of Fire, Miss Roman." Alemov had some doubts in his heart, but he still answered subconsciously.
"That's it. Thank you for telling me this, Mr. Alemov." Roman replied with a smile.
Alemov nodded. He was not sure what the future hostess of Tonigel was asking him for, or whether it was to satisfy his curiosity. After all, this was not inconsistent with the other party's performance at the banquet.
In the eyes of everyone at the banquet, this lady is a lovable, curious and wonderful person with a very sensitive business sense.
Roman didn't ask any more questions. After simply saying goodbye to the part-time priest, he watched the other party's hurried figure disappear into the crowd.
"Where are the higher-ups of the temple, His Royal Highness the little prince."
"Miss Roman?"
"Don't you have any opinion, Your Highness, the little prince? After all, such complicated matters are not my specialty." She turned around and asked.
"It's a little strange... Logically speaking, why would anyone from the Temple's high-level people come to Port Fatan at this time? I heard that the Flame Temple headquarters has been controlled by the Silver Queen. Why would the eldest son of the Emperor let Her Majesty's people enter the city?
"Although Haruze is a little timid, he is not an idiot. He connected these simple truths with a little thought.
"It means you also think it's strange——?"
"Wait, Miss Roman, what do you want to do?"
"I feel strange. Of course I want to go see what's wrong. Brando entrusted me with the rear, so I have to do my best." Roman replied seriously.
"Wait, but..." Haruze was dragged by the merchant lady and ran forward. He quickly shouted in panic: "But don't you need to inform Lord Yuta and Lord Nimesis?"
"Do you think they still need us to notify them?"
"This... seems to be true. But..."
"No, why are you, a grown man, so verbose? You should learn more from your teacher. Brando is not like you at all -"
"I, how can I compare with the teacher..." Haruze turned red with anxiety.
…
On the light red to purple sky, dots of silver ships were leaving the sky above Fatan Port, heading towards the sublime inland sea, and gradually disappearing one by one into the sea fog that filled the harbor.
Standing on the bridge of the airport, Delphine's long purple hair was dancing wildly in the wind. If you just look at the figure from the back and the long flowing hair, she can be regarded as a peerless beauty. But it is scattered.
What was exposed under her hair was a hideous and terrifying face, with scars left by burns crisscrossing her face. One eye was sunk deep in its socket, as if there was no luster at all, and only the other
The look contained in the eyes vaguely reveals the charming charm this face once had.
She was still sitting in the wheelchair, but Ms. Silver Dragon had disappeared. Now Marjorie was pushing the wheelchair, while Ouni was standing further away. The latter seemed to have no regard for the prime minister's daughter.
Cold, even resentful about the fact that she let Marjorie push the wheelchair.
But Delphine didn't care at all. She stared at the huge fleet in front of her and frowned. Brando suddenly asked her to convey an order for this fleet to sail. The other party must have found some opportunity. This fleet
Obviously heading towards the White Legion. The young lord from Eruin seems to be ready to show his claws to the Silver Queen.
"six o'clock."
"What?" Ouni, who was not far away, was confused by her meaningless words: "What did you say?"
"The time is wrong," Delphine replied while staring at the sky: "The last fleet left the port at seven in the morning, but the weather now obviously doesn't look like it will be until eight o'clock."
"Isn't that the morning sun..."
"The morning sun is in this direction. That's the sunset." Delphine replied affirmatively.
"This is impossible, it has only been dawn for an hour!" The Duke's daughter was startled, but something suddenly occurred to her and she blurted out: "Another solar eclipse?"
Delphine did not speak. At this time, the sound of bells in the city finally came from a distance. She raised her eyebrows slightly. She turned around and asked, "What kind of bell is this?"
Oni didn't seem to pay much attention to the sound of the bell. She was still staring at the line of gold on the sea level in surprise. She casually replied: "It seems to be the bell of the temple..."
"No," Delphine frowned and shook his head: "This bell is... someone has arrived at the temple headquarters."
"Temple Headquarters?" Ouni was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean? How could someone from the Temple Headquarters come here?"
Marjorie had heard about the statue of Sidney in the Lion Palace from Charles. He was about to say something, but the prime minister's daughter interrupted him and said: "Marjorie, go and inform Charles.
, there is a problem, it is not Ms. Sidney who is here, let him be careful and prepare for battle."
Marjorie was also stunned for a moment, thinking how did you know that the person coming was not Ms. Sidney, but as a professional soldier, he still chose to obey the order immediately: "I understand, Miss Delphine!"
…
Juta woke up from his coma when he felt the vibration of the carriage. The light around him was a little dim, like it was around six or seven o'clock in the evening. The small space looked like the carriage of a large caravan, and the light from outside came in.
The sunlight was dim and orange-red, and it was already dusk—or early morning.
She frowned, and the pain all over her body immediately responded from her limbs and bones. Then she remembered a previous battle. She thought she would die, but Brando arrived as promised.
"Are you awake, eldest sister?" Crewe's voice came from one side. She turned her head and saw the latter sitting beside him with his legs crossed and a thick magic book on his knees, not far from him.
There, Mel and a few other young people were sitting near the entrance of the carriage. She subconsciously counted and found that at least half of them were missing.
Mel heard Crewe's voice and turned around to discover the situation here. When he saw Juta's gloomy face, he understood what the latter was thinking: "It's good. Fortunately, the lord arrived in time, otherwise we would have lost money."
There will be more, and even you, my lord, will probably die there."
Juta frowned. Such a heavy loss reminded her of the battle in Fir Territory.
"Sir, you don't have to blame yourself. What I learned at the Royal Knights Academy is that in war, someone must shed blood, whether it is us or the enemy." Mel seemed to see what the boss was thinking, and advised: "We can
All we can do is make the enemy shed more blood than us——"
"But you are so young..."
"Sir, adventurers and mercenaries are dying in Eruin all the time. Some of them are much younger than us. Sir, you used to be the leader of a mercenary group, so you must have been used to seeing this."
After hearing what Mel said, not only Yuta, but even Cruz became silent. Indeed, they have been used to life and death in the short time they have been in the southern border. Whether it is in Eruin or Cruz
, or the further ten cities area, the living conditions of adventurers and mercenaries are far worse than them. As members of the White Lion Guard, they can at least have enough to eat, but in the southern territory of Eruin, many adventurers
Living the same life as a mercenary and a desperado, struggling on the line of hunger and death.
At that time, they didn't seem to care about it, and the separation of life and death was nothing more than that, just like the companions who were hanged by Grudin in Fir Castle, it could only make them angry at best.
I don't know when, those of them who live on a knife's edge have become so sentimental.
"Mel, what makes you pay all this?" she suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Ambition," the young man replied calmly: "Sir, 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 shot. From then on, everyone will be prosperous and everyone will suffer. The kingdom will suffer.
The pattern has not changed for many years. No matter who I follow, the final result can only be to get a small fief after old age or injury, marry a wife and have children. One of my descendants may meet someone in the future.
This is an opportunity to make a difference, but this is not the life I want. The Lord is the only person who has the potential to overturn the entire Eruin structure. Only by following him and participating in all this personally can I achieve extraordinary achievements.
In order to change my own destiny, I want to prove to everyone that I am the best——"
Crewe smacked his mouth a few times in surprise. He probably didn't expect that his inconspicuous companion would have such a long-term ideal. In comparison, his biggest ideal is to become a real wizard, or something more exaggerated.
, if he could reach the level of mentor Charles, he would probably wake up laughing even when he fell asleep.