Starting from the Master's Tower, go north along the wide Boon River, then turn a corner and bypass the white marble Hagia Sophia Church, and you can see the Royal Palace built on the mountain.
It is a towering castle that dominates the city, and its entire body is made of ocher red granite.
It includes more than ten upright spiers, sealed bridges and barns, and is also covered with thick walls. From a distance, it looks like a Titan half lying on the hillside, majestically overlooking its own.
territory.
Allen was sitting in an exquisitely decorated four-wheeled carriage, pulled by four tall white horses, driving along the diagonally upward mountain road towards the palace.
It was still raining heavily at this time.
The sky was flashing with blue-purple lightning, like the light of a sword, splitting the gray-black clouds again and again.
Big raindrops hit the carriage hard, making a sonorous and powerful sound of metal and stone.
But this did not prevent Alan from looking carefully at this ancient castle with hundreds of years of history through the layers of bead curtains connected by the rain.
Back then, after Norman I, the founding monarch of the Kingdom of Braddon, landed on this land, he rode his horse and whipped his whip in a circle around this mountain.
He said: "Any place where my horse's hooves tread will be the future heart of this country."
Subsequently, Norman I issued an edict to recruit hundreds of craftsmen from all over the country to gather here, working day and night to quarry rocks and pile bricks and tiles.
After many years, this magnificent and majestic castle was finally built.
On the day the palace was built, Norman I ordered the execution of all the craftsmen who participated in the construction of the city.
He believes that only those with the blood of the king can master all the secrets hidden in the palace.
Over the years, this castle has been standing here, experiencing day after day of scorching sun exposure, heavy rain erosion, and being scarred and repaired and renovated time after time.
It has witnessed the peaceful and prosperous times, the rise of great powers, as well as the struggle for power and the smoke of iron and blood.
Even the surname of the master in charge of the kingdom has changed several times, but it has remained unchanged.
It seems that in its eyes, the self-righteous intrigues of human beings look extremely ridiculous.
"Mr. York, we will arrive at our destination soon."
When the carriage passed through a wide stone arch, the coachman turned back and said to Allen.
Allen nodded, indicating that he was ready.
Today, in order to participate in the knighting ceremony, he changed out of the black magician's robe and put on the traditional clothing of the nobles of the Kingdom of Braden.
It was a long crimson velvet coat and a mink shawl. The shawl was decorated with dots made of sealskin, and the number of rows of dots corresponded to the noble rank.
The duke has four rows of dots, the marquis has three and a half rows, the earl has three rows... By analogy, a lifelong knight like Allen only has one row of dots.
In addition, there are dark tight tops, "pumpkin pants" that are fluffy in the middle and tightened at both ends, white tights, decorated with raised cloth rolls and wings, as well as complicated embroidery patterns.
All in all, if Allen were asked to use one word to sum up the characteristics of this outfit, he could not think of a better description besides the word "exaggerated".
After all, this costume was a popular style more than two hundred years ago.
Gentlemen nowadays no longer dress like this.
Even a person like Howard, who has always been reserved, couldn't help but sigh after seeing this situation: "Alan, I thought you were going to act at the Capital Theater!"
Queen Margaret's personal maid Lila commented: "Mr. York, with your appearance and this dress, you are as handsome as the hero of the scene in "The Knight and the Princess"; if it were anyone else,
, I’m afraid he will become a funny clown in the circus.”
Allen laughed at this.
At the same time, I secretly vowed that I would never wear such damn clothes again unless absolutely necessary.
Unknowingly, the carriage bypassed the fountain carved with crowns and angels and stopped in the large atrium.
The palace guard captain is already waiting here.
"Mr. York, welcome to your arrival!" The tall guard captain said with a slight bow.
Allen returned the favor with a smile.
Then, he followed the captain of the guard, climbing the high stairs step by step, and entered the magnificent castle hall.
At this moment, many people have gathered here.
Among them are the guards guarding the palace, the waiters serving the nobles, the palace ladies in gorgeous clothes, the nobles invited by Her Majesty the Queen to watch the ceremony, and the band playing music specially for the royal family...
When Allen came to the hall, they spontaneously retreated to both sides of the hall, leaving the middle passage for the protagonist of today's knighting ceremony.
Immediately, the soothing symphony sounded in the hall.
The rich and solemn rhythm is like the waves of a river. Although it is not turbulent, it is vast and boundless. It wraps up the emotions of everyone and gradually returns to solemnity and silence.
Unconsciously, everyone's attention fell on Allen.
From their gazes of curiosity, wonder, admiration, or envy, Allen felt a mysterious power, a power brewing in his own consciousness and spreading in his emotions.
"The gods are based on faith."
In his mind, the memory fragments belonging to the God of Darkness quietly emerged again.
The corners of Allen's mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
A few minutes ago, he used the mysterious black crystal to convey the "attack" signal to the believers in the Dark Temple.
The reason why he chose the special occasion of the "Investment Ceremony" was definitely not a whim, but a matter of careful consideration.
Since its construction, the royal palace of the Braden Kingdom has always existed in the consciousness of the people with a high, dignified and majestic image, which has brought together the people's worship and admiration for the royal power for thousands of years.
Maybe most people don't notice it.
But for Allen, who owns the black spar, this power condensed from the emotion of worship is like a beacon in the dark night, powerful, blazing, and obvious.
What he wants to do today is to take advantage of the knighting ceremony to steal the power of faith that does not belong to him.
Then, give it to his believers thousands of miles away.
So, looking at Queen Margaret sitting high on the throne, Allen smiled and walked forward calmly.
At this moment, he was the center of attention in the entire palace.
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