Just as the small city in the south was gradually recovering, various undercurrents were slowly flowing within the empire.
Eastern border, Hongshan Province.
Dark trees roll up and down in the mountains, and the soil below is different from other areas. It is a rare red color, which is why it is named Hongshan Province.
A castle in the mountains is now brightly lit, and the mountain roads and the castle are filled with carriages of all kinds. Today is Count Anqin's birthday. He has invited many friends, and some wealthy businessmen and nobles from the surrounding areas have also come to celebrate.
During the banquet, there were glasses of wine, and the transparent glasses reflected different colors under the light. The clear sound of clinking glasses was so sweet. Inside this bright castle, everything was so comfortable and warm, with no sign of winter at all.
Count Anqin, who is wealthy and wealthy, has arranged multiple wind and heat insulation circles for the castle. Many small charcoal stoves burning quietly can be seen in the hall inside, adding heat to the place.
Another dance ended, and the men and women in the hall took a break. Now they all toasted together to thank the count for his warm hospitality.
After that, everyone continued to talk and enjoy themselves until late at night.
The carriages with lanterns hanging on them began to leave one by one. Those loyal servants escorted their masters, boarded the carriages, then bid farewell to the castle and drove slowly down the mountain.
"I'm very sorry. My master is already drunk. I will say goodbye to you on your behalf."
At the gate of the castle, the butler pressed his hand on his chest, bent down to apologize, and then asked his servants to help the master next to him get into the carriage.
Soon after, the carriage gradually entered the cold night. It was dark everywhere, and you could even hear the slight chirping of insects in the grass.
The dim yellow lantern roughly illuminated the road ahead, and the coachman drove his horse slowly forward on the spacious mountain road. The roads here were very good, so there was no need to worry too much.
The housekeeper checked on the owner of the house, Count Gekuan, and felt relieved when he saw that he was just drunk and fell asleep.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the castle, the road in the mountains is exceptionally clean, and you can even hear the squeaking sound of wheels running over small stones.
The rather tired butler also leaned on the sofa, closing his eyes and concentrating. Anyway, there were two servants in the carriage, so he didn’t need to pay attention to the whole journey. Besides, nothing would happen now. He had already walked with the adults on this road.
Been there many times.
In the daze, the carriage rocked gently, like a soothing lullaby, making people gradually forget about time.
The wheels jumped again and the carriage shook. At this time, the butler opened his eyes again, briefly scanned the surroundings, and prepared to continue to close his eyes and rest.
wrong!
He opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that Count Gekuan, who was resting on the sofa, had disappeared.
"Stop! Stop!" the butler shouted loudly, and then slapped the two servants who were also dozing to wake up, and looked anxiously and shocked inside and outside the carriage.
The great man he served is no longer there.
In the dark and cold mountain forest, Count Gekuan, who had been resting on the carriage, woke up slowly. This somewhat fat middle-aged man, with a slightly bulging beer belly and wearing a white aristocratic dress with red lining, was lying on his back at the moment.
In the damp and cold red soil mountain forest.
Because the surroundings were a little cold, the nobleman who had fallen into a coma due to drunkenness woke up and scratched around randomly, preparing to cover something, but when he touched the surroundings, he found hard gravel, rough branches and soil.
Surprised, this man suddenly woke up.
"Where am I?" Where was the butler and the servant? Many questions arose in his mind, and then he slowly and cautiously got up.
Although he looks a bit pot-bellied now, this legion commander was also a leader in the past, but was later dismissed by the new emperor for taking sides.
Fortunately, he was born as an earl, had a noble status, and had deep connections, so he was spared the brutal purge of the coup that year.
But even so, there is no need to think about joining the military in the future. I can only stay in the countryside of the East and enjoy misery with a group of nobles around me.
Fortunately, the earl's status was still very high. In the East, no one except Archduke Landsworth could hold his own, so he was living well, and his figure gradually got out of shape.
Earl Gekuan stood up carefully in the night and touched his waist with one hand. Seeing that the sword he carried was still there, he felt a little calmer.
Pulling out the long sword that had not been used for many years, he looked around in the darkness, preparing to inquire about the situation.
Soon the earl discovered the nobles who had also fallen around him.
That is Viscount Severian, this is Baron Bray...
Compared to him, these people were still asleep. After a while, they finally woke up and were as surprised and nervous as Count Gekuan.
Small conversations in twos and threes sounded in the mountains and fields, and then everyone woke up. There were six of them in total, and they seemed to be returning after attending the banquet.
"Where is this place? Does Baron Bray have any idea?" Baron Bray's home is closest to the castle, in a small town 4 miles away.
"Here, let me take a look." Baron Bray was in his 30s and thin. He stood in shock, holding on to the tree trunk and looking at the scenery and environment in the distance.
Unfortunately, there is no moon now. With only the light of stars, the night is dark and hazy, making it difficult for him to distinguish for a while.
Ten seconds passed in depression and silence. The baron wiped his sweaty forehead, but still couldn't determine where he was.
Just when he was about to confess that he was helpless, the sound of birds flying over the forest leaves came from not far away.
In the darkness, some leaves fell from the swaying branches, dry and light.
"Good evening, gentlemen."
At some point, a figure wearing a deacon's uniform appeared in front of everyone. He was upright and well-proportioned, and it was obvious that he had undergone rigorous training.
Because of the darkness, the deacon's face was blurry, and only the pair of red gloves were so conspicuous and prominent.
With an elegant and standard gesture, he bent down to salute, and then the black figure raised his body.
"I'm sorry to invite you all here so late at night." Through the afterglow of the stars, everyone discovered that he was wearing a mask on his face. It was a smiling white mask with slightly exaggerated lines outlining his eyes and mouth.
"Who are you and what are you doing? Do you know the identities of us people? If we disappear, the entire Eastern Territory will be overturned tomorrow." A noble threatened unhappily.
"Your Majesty will naturally know my origin later, and of course I understand your identity, so please be patient."
As he spoke, a few silent breezes brushed past the noble who spoke, causing a chill to his ears and neck. He touched his neck in surprise, and he didn't know when a blood streak appeared.
"Ahhhhh!" He took a few steps back in horror, until he hit the tree behind him and stopped.
"Now you adults should be able to calm down and listen to what I have to say." Even through the masks, the people below could still feel the weird smile in the darkness.
"Then let's listen patiently to what you have to say, hum." Count Geku'an waved his sword casually, and the sword wind caused it to cut off several grass clippings, and a cool smell of plant sap emitted in the air.
"This is the best thing." After saying this, the black figure jumped down from the rock and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.
"Now, everyone, come with me. I will take you to see our new king, the one you should be loyal to."
"New King, are you kidding me..." Several people were about to taunt and retort, but they suddenly got stuck.
Amidst the swaying of the grass and trees, a group of figures wearing crimson trench coats appeared silently beside them. These figures in crimson trench coats were like ghosts. They walked silently. Although they did not speak, the secret magic power they exuded,
It made several nobles feel cold in their hearts.
There are nearly 50 people in this group of people in red, and none of them is lower than Sequence 6. The cold demon-sequence magic power is like a delicate blade, sliding across the skin, making people tremble with fear.
As the middle- and upper-class nobles of the empire, they have a lot of experience. Looking at the distinctive style, they thought of the name that was submerged in their memory.
Empire's Dark Moon
The intelligence and assassination organization directly under the emperor's command specializes in monitoring the empire's worms and traitors, and at the same time revenges on those past enemies. These people are the emperor's eyes and blades, used to deal with all kinds of secret matters.
At this point, the group of people finally fell silent and followed them silently as they walked through the mountains.
Passing through the long narrow path of the valley, they walked step by step into the depths of the mountain forest.
At some point, an ancient stone staircase buried in grass and dead branches appeared in front of everyone.
It looks like the ruins of an ancient castle in the past, with broken stone brick steps vaguely visible among the weeds and soil.
As they rotated up the steps, they discovered that the end actually led to a cliff.
Among the undulating mountains, this peak protrudes obliquely to one side, forming a natural steep cliff, and the stairs circle up and down the side of the cliff. If you look to the side below, you can see the empty scenery at the foot of the mountain.
Despite some worries, the group slowly climbed up the steps and moved forward step by step.
Until we finally reach the top of the mountain, which is the flat land on the cliff.
The night wind blew loudly, picking up some dead leaves and making a faint whimpering sound. When the six people climbed up the steps exhausted, they found that the people in red were already standing neatly.
They were separated on two sides, their heads lowered respectfully, silent, their figures hidden under the crimson hoods and cloaks, only the hems of their clothes were gently fluttering and swaying in the mountain wind.
Everyone looked up the hillside and finally saw a figure with his back to them at the end.
The back figure is not tall, and is even a little thin against the background of the red-clothed Dark Moon around him.
The 'Red Glove' who originally greeted them was now standing beside the figure from behind. At this moment, he took a step forward, bent down to salute again, and then spoke.
"Welcome to this moment. We will right the distorted order and return the empire to its rightful owner."
"The true successors of the previous emperor, the brothers of the Crown Prince, Ans Air and Ans Roy, and those standing in front of you at this moment are the only blood descendants of the Crown Prince Ans Roy."
After finishing speaking, before the six people were shocked and had no time to digest the huge news, the figure slowly turned around.
He was wearing a cloak as black as night, with a dark red lining underneath the pitch-black back, which reminded him of the most ancient nobleman among humans.
Just as in historical legends, King Cang Yue inherited part of the legacy of the True Red Empire, and in the ancient past, they also considered themselves to be descendants of the original blood, enjoying the power of blood, and kings of the demon sequence.
The boy holding the scepter was only 14 years old, but he had cold short silver hair and bright red eyes like gems. Under the gaze of these eyes one by one, these nobles finally lowered their heads one by one.
They stepped forward step by step, knelt on the ground in the most humble manner in their lives, and kissed the heirs of the oldest human bloodline on the earth.
"We will always be loyal to you, the true master of the empire, the monarch of the Crimson Moon."
"Perhaps I should add another sentence." A woman with a soft and moving voice also raised her head at this moment. She was the other person standing next to the king.
"The eternally frozen King of Rime."
As the words fell, gusts of cold wind began to drift across the vast land spanning thousands of miles. It was obvious that there was no snow, and the grass, trees, branches and leaves in the mountains began to condense into tiny ice flowers.
The originally pitch-black mountains began to be covered with a layer of white rime and frost, blown by the permanently freezing wind.
These frozen frost flowers decorate everything in sight, gradually turning the world into a frozen pure white world, so beautiful, yet so cold.
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The cold wind in the east gradually blows, and the southern border of the empire never stops.
Just when many nobles and commoners thought that the Baskar family was extinct, the continuous roar of dragons echoed through the mountains again.
Four powerful dragon knights that the world had never seen appeared in the sky. They drove the black and red dragons and slowly descended to the center of the southern border, the capital of the Red Heart Province. After expelling and defeating the local garrison and governor, a surprising
The unexpected girl appeared in front of everyone again.
Black halberds were raised and crossed on both sides of the street, and then separated one by one to welcome the true owner of the capital of Dragon Heart in the South.
"Kneel down and repent of your past mistakes. The noble blood of the red dragon may forgive you for your past mistakes."
Gersmi, wearing a formal dress, stood on the high platform and shouted loudly, like a chant. The loud voice was like an eagle flying over the earth, reaching the ears of everyone in the city.
"Then swear once again to be loyal to your true master forever, the daughter of Lord Leodo, the sole successor of the red dragon on a black background, the Dragon of Desire, the Duke of Basta of this generation, His Highness Charlanlot
!”
Accompanied by the roar of the dragon that resounded across the sky, the girl with light pink hair climbed to the top of the high platform step by step and sat on the throne of the dragon's head.
The gorgeous dress she is wearing is clearly divided into black and red colors in the middle. The sleeves and skirt are also decorated with black and red decorations, which not only shows her beauty, but also shows her strong and light body.
The girl sitting on the throne is Lottie, who has been away from Lorraine Hill for more than a month, or should we call her, Charanlot Cang Baskar.
The roar of the dragon was endless, circling in the sky, and in the noisy giant city, the originally bloody rose flag fell down, and the flags with red dragons on black background were erected again.
The black and red dragon of despair is still roaring in the wild.