James struggled to swallow the saliva in his mouth, his hands holding the carbon strips and parchment paper unsteadily, the words and letters he had memorized by heart became distorted, and he felt unreal after writing and drawing several times.

It wasn't until the masked man spoke again that James woke up from a dream, and quickly threw away the ghostly parchment in his hand, took out a new one, and recorded it neatly, and the lines of beautiful pencil words jumped on the paper again

Although James had tried his best to get himself into the state of work, he couldn't help but feel a wave of dizziness in his mind, and as a clerk, James knew exactly what this meant. This is probably the most valuable historical material he has ever recorded in his life.

"On the morning of July 21, 1037 in the Great Prorussian calendar, there were returnees from abroad, who were part of the rebels of King Abbaschia's southern expedition on September 3, 1035 in the Great Prorussian calendar, and the oral narrator claimed that the Sultanate of Mulastan had perished, but all the Abbacians along the Romani River were killed and omitted."

The article records that here, James suddenly heard a loud noise, looked up, and saw that a huge box was transported down from the ship, only to see that this coffin was golden, and it was a rich scene that James had never seen in his life. The chest was made entirely of gold and silver, and it was inlaid with countless jewels, even the smallest of which was larger than the largest gem James had ever seen.

Because this scene was so attractive, the surrounding people gathered around to touch this extraordinary box. As a result, before the citizens could touch the box, a group of soldiers surrounded the box. Although most of those soldiers were disabled, and the armor on their bodies also had many traces of damage, they had an undoubted elite aura on their bodies, but a dozen soldiers, standing near the box, actually had the momentum of thousands of troops.

When James saw this, he turned to the gray-robed monk and said, "My lord, I have long heard that the country of the Amakites is extremely rich, but the soldiers we brought over are too greedy, why don't you even let them look at it?"

When the faceless monk heard this, he said lightly: "The experience of these warriors in Murastan is by no means something that people who have not experienced it can imagine, wealth?

Too much information poured into James's brain, making him feel suffocated. While he was stunned, the monk led him and the other two clerks to the bottom of the cabin, and said to them, "Go, go and see what we will come to later, and it will be here that they will be worthy." ”

Hearing the monk's approval, several clerks scrambled to climb onto the ship, but James was still stunned and asked, "The first emperor you are talking about, could it be His Royal Highness the king of Abbasquia?" James's tone trembled slightly as he said this.

The monk sighed and said, "It's His Highness himself. We didn't want to......"

"Bastard, are all the warriors of the Great Pruss dead?" James's eyes instantly turned red when he heard the news, and he threw the charcoal and paper in his hand on the ground regardless of his identity, and reached out to punch the monk in front of him.

But before James could touch the monk, the soldiers on either side of the monk had already pressed him down in front of the monk. James's young face flushed, and tears began to fall. King Abbasquia was much more than just his monarch.

Only a dozen years ago, the entire nation of the Great Prussia was still enslaved by the Agrams, and on the verge of being enslaved, the fleet of the Amaks crossed the ocean and landed on the shores of the Cyporus hundreds of years ago, burning, killing and plundering all kinds of evil, and put the captured Prussian mountain people and their war horses together in captivity, many people worked in the estates of the Amax people day after day, year after year, and for the rest of their lives, only death could bring the freedom of three feet of land.

As for the tribes that have not been captured, their fate may not be much better, and the insatiable hunger and thirst for the land of the Amaks have long since drained the land of their existence, and their fate awaits them, either far away from the Amaxians, and their fellow brothers fight to the death for a bite to eat, or they will starve to death, or be killed by the Amaks' safari teams like hares.

There is a proverb in Cyphorus that it is better to be an Amar than a Pruth. At least the dogs still have the freedom to live, but the Prussians under the Amakites do not. James, who came from a slave family of the Amark, once saw a pot-bellied Armager suck his parents to death, and the reason was only because his parents stole a handful of wheat from his master's house in order to find a bite to eat for his sick self. You must know that the staple food is only eaten by the Amaks, and under the rule of the Amnes, this is a proper "illegal act".

Young children who want to dig a grave for their parents, or at least bury their own parents, can't do it, because under the laws of the Amaks, the offender is not entitled to be buried privately, and is hastily thrown into the mass grave by the master's family.

Until one day, a group of great Prus on tall horses rushed into the village, and the knight at the head cut off the pot-bellied Amax with his own hands, and rolled his head at the feet of little James with a gurgling head, and blood covered the ground in front of him. The whole village knelt down, and the knight raised his sword, pointed high into the sky, and shouted: "In the name of Sardin, you are free!"

Little James picked up a handful of dirt and ran to the mass grave where his parents were buried, kowtowing to his parents until his head was bleeding. Like him, there are many children who run to kowtow.

Later, a kind-hearted priest took him in and taught him to read and write, which led to his current job as a clerk, and it was from this priest that James learned that the knight who saved him from fire and water was His Royal Highness King Abbaskia.

James wanted to join the royal family and repay his kindness for life, but he didn't expect that he hadn't even seen the face of his benefactor, and the king had already become the first emperor.

The gray-robed monk waved his hand, then helped James up from the ground, stood up and punched James twice, and then said: "Your Majesty did not die on the battlefield, if Your Majesty died on the battlefield, no one on this boat today would choose to come back." ”

"Last December, it was the coldest season in my hometown, but it was very hot there, and we were hit by a storm when we landed, and we deviated from the original route, and many of us didn't make it down in the desert. Your Majesty, it was at that time that he contracted a vicious disease. As he spoke, the monk got up and looked in the direction of the sea, as if to retrieve the shadow of the Emperor from his gaze.

"However, as a scholar accompanying the army, I cannot escape the blame for His Majesty's death, and I plan to wait until all the work is done, and then I will be His Majesty's grave keeper and dedicate the rest of my life to Your Majesty's loyalty. ”

Hearing these words, James also slowly calmed down. After all, in this era, suffering from most diseases means the death penalty, which can only mean that Sardinia wants to recover the king's soul, which no one can stop.

Just as the two fell into a long silence, a splendid carriage came speeding in the direction of the Abbasquia Castle, and a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old stumbled out of the carriage with a pale face. Before the servant could react, he stumbled to the coffin containing the coffin of King Abbasquia, and looked at the soldiers around him with a searching eye.

The soldiers, who were originally numb and indifferent, lowered their heads invariably when they saw this young man, with a faint sense of shame in their eyes.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes lit up, and even his pale face became a little more bloody, and he ran to a tall soldier in three steps and two steps, grabbed the soldier's remaining right hand, and shouted as he shook it: "Uncle Gyaat, you are back! Where is my father, why can't I find him?"

The soldier lowered his head slightly, but no matter how the boy swayed, he was silent.

Time passed, but the rain in the sky did not have the slightest intention of decreasing, but there was a tendency to fall more and more, the citizens who rushed to join in the excitement should go home, and those who took umbrellas took umbrellas, and they also dispersed in twos and threes, and the rain poured on the young man who was already thinly dressed, and soon, the young man could not bear the cold and sneezed twice.

It was only then that the statue-like soldier said sullenly: "Your Highness, the weather is cold, you, please go back first." ”

Ghasyat was the leader of a tribe near the city-state of Abbasquia, who grew up with King Abbasquia and grew up to follow the king on his expeditions, making him the king's most reliable subordinate and the king's best brother in life. And this warrior, who has experienced a hundred battles and is accustomed to life and death, now has two lines of tears flowing under his helmet. For the liberation of Ptus, the defeat of the old enemy of Ptas the Great, as the chief of the Abbasquia's personal guard, Gasyat knew best how much the Abbasquian king had paid.

As a large tribe that established towns early, generations of Abbasquias have accumulated wealth that can make the king of the whole Great Plus, in order to defeat the Abbasquias, the king did not hesitate to squander it, and because of the perennial conquest, the king and his son are also less together, as a father, the king has accompanied his son for no more than a year, even in that year, the father and son are often too busy to even see each other, and they are their own attendants to accompany the little royal highness of Abbasquia。

The king is worthy of anyone in the whole of Pruus, but he is only worthy of the little highness. That's why Giesat couldn't say a word. He could not tell the boy that the king was dead.

Looking at the figure of the young man who was helped into the carriage by the servants, Gasyat secretly swore in his heart that he and his sword would definitely protect His Royal Highness, if His Royal Highness was only a middle-aged person, he would keep Abbasquia I safe, and if His Royal Highness really had the same talent as the first emperor, he would definitely give His Royal Highness the honor that the Abbasquia family deserved.

The two clerks stared red in the cabin, this may be the first time in their lives that they felt that their eyes were not enough to count the money, and the mountains of treasures lay in the cabin, which were originally stacked neatly, but as they counted, gold and silverware, agate stones, and fine porcelain rolled all over the place, and the two sighed with regret that if they could collect all the money from the royal family, they would not only be able to fill the previous holes, but also have a lot of surpluses......

Outside the cabin, the soldiers of the expedition had already stood in two formations, and the soldiers lined up in front of the coffin held a red flag with gold wire, on which was painted a majestic lion; And the soldier standing in the rear raised a black flag with a shield painted with dark green stripes. Although the two teams are very similar in appearance, they are both the same elite warriors, and they both exude a strong murderous aura, but the two teams give people a sense of warp and weft distribution, the front team is like the one depicted on their banner, it is a group of lions that can pounce and tear their prey apart, while the team behind them is much calmer, quite a sense of heaviness that cannot be blown by the eight winds, like a wall standing on the ground.

These are also the two teams established by the first emperor before the expedition, as soon as the front team entered their banner, called the Red Lion Knights, which was composed of the nobles of the Great Pruss who spontaneously joined the holy war, and the name of the other team is more peculiar, they are the forbidden sergeant regiment, which is the elite drawn from the army before the expedition, as for why their name is this, only the members of their internal team know.

In fact, before the expedition, there were many soldiers who were not two regiments, but as the expedition continued, they were all added to the two regiments.

Seeing that the soldiers had all been arrayed, the Grey Friar stopped pondering with James, walked to His Royal Highness's carriage, bowed respectfully, and said, "Your Royal Highness, the expeditionary legion has lived up to the will of the Lord, and we return with the joy of revenge, but I also have sad news for you. His Majesty the King of Abbasquia, the liberator of Abbasquia, the liberator of Ptus, the king of kings, the conqueror of Murahas, and the Red Lion Emperor Abbasquia Felipe I, of all the great Purustinians, have been summoned by Satin in the middle of the desert, Your Highness, as the chief court priest of Abbasquia, and your minister, I must remind you that you must overcome the grief of the loss of your father and conduct your father's funeral and your coronation as soon as possible. ”

As he said the words "emperor" and "coronation", the Grey Clerman, nay, Bertram Arnold, the chief court priest of Abbasquia, spoke with a particularly heavy accent.