Time passed minute by minute, and the young Abbasquia's Crown Prince was not sleepy at the moment. The young man bathed in the moonlight seemed to be extra worried, facing the challenges that would bring, although he had a thousand clues, but he always felt that he did not know what to do.

"Your Highness, you seem to have something on your mind. The Greyfriar, still wearing a mask, stood behind the brooding Crown Prince and spoke.

The crown prince turned, and though he was a little surprised by the grayfriar's uninvited, he held back and didn't show it. The crown prince sorted out his thoughts and asked, "The priest came late at night, I don't know what is important?"

The monk did not take off his mask this time, but bowed slightly to the crown prince to show respect, and then said without humility or arrogance: "I have come to dissolve your highness's heart. Probably because he didn't take off his mask, there was always a low hum in the monk's voice.

"Lord Priest, please go back, although you are noble, it seems that I don't see anything you can do to help me. The crown prince had already taken an interest in the monk, but instead of asking a direct question, he chose to provoke the old man to see what he had to say.

In the face of the crown prince's questioning, the monk was not in a hurry, but said unhurriedly: "Your Highness said that the minister can't help you, it just means that the minister has no soldiers and no money, so he can't solve your urgent need." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, let me ask you, what do you think is the most important way to break the current situation?"

The crown prince looked at the monk who looked confident, and he expected that he must have a way to break the game in his chest to teach himself. The crown prince grew up in the court since he was a child, and it is his advantage to be good at planning, but he also clearly understands that he is too young, not only because of his lack of prestige, but also because of his lack of practical experience.

Thinking of this, the crown prince pretended to be anxious and said: "Breaking the situation is nothing more than the two points of real soldiers and real money." If you don't have the strength, then what's going to suppress those ambitious royal courts?"

The monk did not reply for a moment, but just stared at the crown prince face to face, as if to see through the young man. But he quickly gave up this move, after all, the stronger and more capable his highness is, it is a real benefit to a courtier like himself. Thinking of this, the monk also made up his mind not to test the crown prince anymore, but said: "Your Highness, but the reality is that although you have taken over the position of a great man, this great man has only left you a mess, whether it is strength or wealth, it is not your strength. Your strengths lie in two things, firstly, that your father was the rightful emperor of the Great Prus, which is an indisputable fact that you are legitimate, and secondly, that your father was not just an emperor, at least in the minds of many, not just a secular ruler... ”

The moonlight suspended in the night sky gradually illuminates the entire courtyard, and the moon shadow is silent, but it bears witness to the first monarch and minister who founded the First Empire of Great Prus, and in later classics, this gray friar, whose name has never appeared, has become the first imperial court minister recognized in history.

As the days passed, and the date of Felipe the Great's burial drew nearer, in addition to the kings who had been invited to the appointment, a large number of Sardinian believers and chiefs of tribes large and small in Abbasquia and abroad also rushed to hear the news. Some of them have received the favor of the previous emperor, and some of them want to see with their own eyes what this living saint who appeared in the legend is really like.

The rooms in Abbasquia were certainly unsuitable, and the innkeepers had never seen a business full of business in their lives: even many rooms without a bed were fully booked, and many of them paid twice as much rent as usual for a place to lie down. Many years later, the owners of these inns still boasted about this extraordinary experience like young people.

Even though the inns were full, and even though every household in the town had already accepted a considerable number of pilgrims, the crowds were still too large for a town with no more than 10,000 permanent residents, until at last hundreds of large tents were erected under the town's walls to barely accommodate the men.

In contrast to the raucous atmosphere of the town, the royal court of Abbasquiya, the protagonist of the funeral, is surprisingly quiet. A few long-tongued women who married royal guards said that there seemed to be someone on the castle side who had collected a lot of charcoal, and they didn't know what it was for. If there is anything else, it is that a group of busy craftsmen dug a large pit in a clearing not far from the gate of the town, which is understandable, although the soul of the first emperor must have been able to enjoy himself in the garden of Sardinia, but the Eucharist must still be buried, as mentioned in the ancient scriptures of Sardinia: "Immortal ascends to heaven, not pure return to the earth." ”

"I really didn't expect that after so many years, there would be a day to revisit the old place. Tian Sen looked at the majestic Abbasquia Fort in the distance and couldn't help but sigh.

"Your Majesty, has the ghost weather in the south always been so hot?" Unlike Tian Sen's feeling of revisiting his hometown, Ollov, who has never left the north, can't stand the weather of Abbaschia, for him, only the harsh north wind and a little warm summer are normal weather, and the first time he came to the south, of course, it was miserable.

"It's not always like that, it's just a little hotter this season. Tian Sen looked at Orlov's embarrassed appearance, his mood was rare to get better, and his face did not look like everyone wanted to owe him money, and he rarely talked to his subordinates.

Ten years ago, like Orlof today, he came to the royal city of Abbasquia with a few young people from his country, to represent his tribe in allegiance. It's just that what he valued more was not such a hot climate, but the towering stone city wall, he made a vow in his heart back then, as long as he was alive, one day, he would be the master of the city, even if it was only one day, thinking of this, Tian Sen's eyes were a little more hot, and the eyes of looking at the castle were like looking at his beloved girl.

However, just as Tian Sen was immersed in becoming the master of Abbasquia Castle, a figure lingering in his mind came into his eyes. On the highest tower of the castle, a man in a red robe glanced at himself, no, that look was probably not looking at himself, but simply looking into the distance. However, it was this casual look that made Tian Sen restrain his thoughts for ten years.

Tian Sen rubbed his eyes and said silently in his heart, illusions, they are all illusions, it is just a dead person.

With such doubts, Tian Sen entered the castle surrounded by a group of soldiers, and the layout of the castle was the same as it was back then, but now it has changed owners. Tian Sen thought like this, and his steps couldn't help but become much lighter.

After coming to the castle, Tian Sen wanted to meet the crown prince and see what the child had grown into now, but he was rejected by the palace sacrifice on the grounds that the crown prince was too sad and inconvenient to see guests. This not only made Tian Sen and his entourage feel a little contemptuous of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was "afraid of life", but in the Northland, if the chief didn't even see each other when the other chiefs came to visit, it would make people feel petty.

After entering his residence, Tian Sen knew that he was the earliest king to come, and there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, and his territory was the farthest away, so he set off early, but he didn't expect to earn the first place in this area.

Fortunately, after a while, the second king's chariot arrived.

Probably because of the long-term insecurity, compared to the light and simple entourage of King Tian Sen, His Majesty Hess from the valley can be said to be fully armed. Not to mention that I sat in a thickened carriage, and specially prepared three identical carriage wheels to sit on, and brought dozens of heavily armored valley guards with me, knowing that they were here to attend the funeral of the same ally state, and those who didn't know thought that they were going to personally go to the front line to supervise the war.

Probably because he really didn't expect King Hess to bring so many suits and guards, and when he cleaned up his residence, he also made the officials in the royal court scramble for a while to prepare the residence.

The month of January was fast approaching, but King Pruth of the Rhine was nowhere to be seen, but in any case, the funeral was still to be held as scheduled. The crown prince who had not left the castle for a long time appeared in front of everyone again, but this time he changed into more solemn clothes, the coffin of the first emperor had been placed on a high platform, and the crown prince knelt in front of the coffin, and the rest of the believers stood at the bottom edge of the high platform according to their status, so that everyone could see the crown prince's speech.

Looking at the coffin that had been closed a long time ago, the crown prince still couldn't believe that his father, who was invincible on the battlefield, left like this, and he had been in a state of tension before, so he couldn't feel grief for a while, but now, it was the best time to vent his emotions.

Seeing the prince on the high platform holding his father's coffin and crying, the believers under the stands also shed tears to remember this great man.

Seeing that the atmosphere under the field was almost condensed, the gray-clothed priest also walked up to the center of the stands in a timely manner, lightly helped up the crown prince who was kneeling in front of the coffin, and then took out a silver lion medal from his arms, and personally wore it on the crown prince, and announced loudly: "This is the spiritual object that the emperor has been wearing during his lifetime, full of war and honor, and from today on, this gift that received the blessing of Sardin will be inherited by his eldest son!"

Hearing this, the believers in the audience shouted loudly, for this day they had been waiting for a long time.

According to the tradition of the Great Pruus, it was time for the deceased to be buried after the relics of the deceased had been handed over to his heirs. The people of Grand Pruss believed that because it was a funeral, the host's heart was already very tired, so these tedious and ritualistic things should be simplified as much as possible to show their understanding of the host. The person who presides over the funeral holds a grand feast after the burial of the deceased to thank the people who sent the deceased away.

Just when everyone thought that the ceremony had reached its peak, today's host clearly knew that the show had just begun.

With the support of the gray-clothed priest, the crown prince staggered up from the ground, wiped the flush from his eyes with his sleeve, and clapped his hands to signal the believers present to calm down.

"It is well known that my father, His Majesty the King of Abbasquia, spent his whole life fighting for the independence and freedom of our nation. Now, his life has come to an end, but his career is far from over. With that, the crown prince glanced sharply at the chiefs kneeling near the stands, and the two kings who were equal to him.

"You may wonder what is unfinished business? Have we not destroyed our old enemies? Yes, the Sultanate of Murahas of the Marks has become a wisp of dust in history, but we must remember that there is not only one Muharhasa in this world, just as there is not only one great Pruss in this world. My father used to teach me when he was alive, little Carno, do you know why we are always bullied by other peoples? I replied to my father, probably because we don't have enough people, we don't have enough land, and we don't produce enough armor and ships. But do you know what my father said? No, little Carno. The scarcity of armoured ships can be replaced by skill, and the scarcity of wealth can be replaced by firm faith. These are all foreign objects that you are talking about. The real problem of our great Prussian nation is that we are not united enough, you see, we are one nation, but there are four countries, one faith, but there are so many scattered tribes, many times even attacking each other, if this continues, even if no other nation attacks us, our civilization will be destroyed sooner or later by internal strife. I have studied the ancient Sardinian scriptures diligently, and the wisdom of the Lord has taught me that true heroes never fight alone. ”

"From that moment on, I understood that the reason why my father was a liberator, who brought victory after victory to our nation, who defended the dignity of the great Sardinia, was because he united, united every kingdom, every tribe, and even every warrior of ours. My father shed his last drop of blood for today, and although I am not as good as my father, I am willing to continue along this path. ”