"Go forward, go through this promenade, climb up that slope. Emerson shook the blood from his sword and stepped over the corpse on the ground.

Cumberland looked at the maid lying in a pool of blood, and the frightened look in the other party's dying eyes made the old knight turn his head.

The group walked briskly through the palace in the darkness of the night, and finally came to two huge iron gates.

Standing in front of the door, there was a team of guards in charge of guarding the treasure house, looking at the group of 'barbarian army' in front of them, the guards' first reaction was that they were dreaming. After sobering up a little, the leader of them shouted, "What do you want to do in the forbidden place of the palace?!"

The Valkyries drew their bowstrings and answered best with arrows.

Emerson pointed to the house not far away, and said, "There is also a wing guard in the house, and in the innermost captain's room, there is one of the keys to the treasury, the second in the room of the housekeeper in the tower, and the third above the coat of arms in the palace chamber, which can only be opened if the three are collected......"

Brünnhilde gestured to the warriors behind him, and a group of Kitajima samurai drew their swords and axes and walked into the guard camp, where screams and blows were heard in the room later.

Then she walked over to the iron door, knocked with her fist, and then followed the base of the wall until she landed in front of a stone wall.

After a whistle, several North Island berserkers, using the short-term rage gained from adrenaline, raised a huge hammer more than a person high and slammed it towards the wall.

The loud crash, the splashing powder, and everything in front of him made Emerson say helplessly: "This method is fine, but it's just a little noisy." ”

Two minutes later, the warriors who had swept through the camp returned to the group covered in blood, and the cracks in the walls were getting bigger and bigger. On the other hand, the deafening sound of the crash spread throughout the palace, with lights lit up in many places and noisy human voices faintly audible.

Finally, a hole was smashed into the wall for two people to pass through, and the warriors of the Knights of the North Island scrambled to the treasure house, their jaws dropped at the sight before them.

Mountains of gold and coins, priceless antiques and paintings, and vast storehouses full of riches.

"A few days ago, in the name of suppressing the enemy religion, the Supreme Council confiscated the property of a number of nobles and wealthy merchants, and did not have time to share the spoils. Emerson looked at the rising fire in the distance of the palace, nodded and said, "The arsonist has succeeded, and now we have to see if any greedy fish will take the bait." ”

On the street outside the palace, a barbarian army that had just been woken up from its sleep marched yawning and whined.

"Those useless fellows of the kingdom sent someone to our camp in the middle of the night, saying that the Church of the Father had instigated an army rebellion, and the rebels were attacking the palace and urgently needed our support. ”

"Don't they have an army of their own? It would be nice to let them come to the counterinsurgency! Why disturb our rest?!"

"Their warriors are simply vulnerable! Without our help, the Knights of the Church would have taken this place long ago!"

The leader of the barbarian tribe walked at the forefront of the army, looked at the military order in his hand repeatedly, and said suspiciously: "The order book is fine, but I always feel something strange?"

"Look, Chief! Silverring's palace is on fire!"

Hearing the shouts of his subordinates, the barbarian leader looked up into the distance, and the Silver Ring Palace, built on the high ground in the city, could faintly see the spreading fire. He took the military order into his arms and ordered the clansmen behind him: "Run!

Marching to the gate of the palace, the sharp-eyed man picked up a silver moon scattered on the ground, and the barbarian leader looked at the coins in the hands of the people, and without saying a word, asked the troops to speed up.

As we went deeper, more and more belongings were scattered on the ground, and their value became higher and higher.

Eventually, the barbarian army found the collapsed hole, and after burrowing into the hole, the golden dream-like scene in front of them made everyone fall into madness, and their pockets, shields, helmets, and even mouths became the bags of these treasure thieves.

People try to take as much of their possessions as they can, but no one thinks about the cause of this hole.

At this moment, the door to the treasury was opened.

"You thieves, robbers, shameless bastards!"

Because of the fire in the palace, the guard battalion, which returned to the defense in time, saw the corpses of the guards, and also found the barbarian army that had stolen the treasure house, raised their weapons, and scolded one after another.

The barbarian leader glanced at the few guards in front of him, then at the bulging cloth bag in his hand, and slowly pulled out the hand axe behind him, and the clansmen behind him, who had greed and cruelty written in their eyes, also took out their blades and prepared for battle.

With a loud roar, the barbarian army crashed into the guards, and a desperate struggle began in front of the treasury gate.

And outside the palace, the barbarian army that received the 'request for help' military order like this is coming one after another.

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"Did any of you see Count Emerson?!"

Cumberland wiped the blood from his face with his enemy's clothes, looked around, and suddenly asked the others.

The warriors of the North Island Knights, with large bags of gold, silver and jewels strapped on their backs, and blades still dripping with blood in their hands, looked at each other and shook their heads.

Brunhilde let go of his bowstring, shot the last commander who was about to flee on horseback, and turned to Cumberland and said, "When we came out of the palace, the Count seemed to say that he was going back. ”

Cumberland was stunned for a moment, then his face changed greatly, he turned on his horse and shouted to Brünnhilde: "You take the Knights of the North Island to the west, and I will join you on the way!"

Before Brünnhilde could shout, 'Where are you going?' the old knight's galloping back had disappeared from her sight.

Earl Emerson's mansion was still so quiet, but the fire that broke out in the house gave the cold mansion a little bright color.

"Young Master, your ginger honey tea. ”

Taking the tea brewed by the old butler, Emerson, who was sitting in the main seat of the hall, took a sip gently, the tip of his tongue was slightly sweet and refreshing, but it couldn't wash away the endless bitterness in his heart.

"I have ruined a kingdom, a kingdom for which my family has fought for more than two hundred years. Emerson's cloudy eyes reflected the dancing of flames, and his ears seemed to hear cries and cries for help from the royal city, and he slowly put down his teaglass: "There is no doubt that I will go to hell." ”

Old Camp stood behind Emerson, a wooden beam shattered by flames smashing behind the old butler, and he did not move.

There was a loud bang.

The closed door was slammed open, and Cumberland's loud voice rang out, "Old turtle, get out of here!"

The Count looked at the old knight who had come out of the flames, and held his forehead in pain.

Cumberland looked at the master and servant at the innermost part of the hall, frowned and scolded, "Emerson!

"You would never think about what happened during the year, and death was a relief to me in a sense. ”

Cumberland took a few steps closer to the upper seat: "Really, it doesn't seem like a relief, it looks more like an escape. ”

The heat on the floor scorched everything in the room, and the threads on Emerson's trouser legs were yellow and curled, emitting a little white smoke.

The Earl looked at Cumberland, who was getting closer and closer, sighed, took out a dagger from his bosom, and pointed it at his chest: "Old friend, don't force me to finish myself off in a way I don't like. ”

Cumberland stopped, hesitating.

At this moment, Old Kemp, who had not said a word from beginning to end, bent down and said to Emerson: "Young master, it's getting late, you should rest." ”

Emerson turned his head sideways in confusion, and a strong drowsiness hit his brain: "What's going on...... You...... The tea ......."

The Count fell asleep in his chair, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

Cumberland hurried forward, picked Emerson on his back, and rushed to the door of the mansion.

Kicking away the burning wood on the ground, Cumberland rushed out of the fire with a lunge, gasping for breath and throwing Emerson to the ground, and looking back, the old butler stood motionless by the burning gate.

Cumberland got up and ran to the gate again, shouting, "Old Camp, come out quickly!"

The old butler looked back at the mansion, which was already in flames, turned and bent down, saluted Cumberland, and shouted with all his strength, "Lord Baron......! Please!"

The door was closed again.

Countless splendor and glory, as the flames turned to dust, only an old man who was born and died here accompanied the old mansion through the last journey.

May 14, 1172, this day in history, is known as the "Elegy of the Silver Ring".

At two o'clock in the night, the barbarian army tore up the alliance contract, looted the treasury, burned the royal palace, and slaughtered more than 400 people, including members of the royal family.

At about 7 a.m., the defenders of the Silver Ring and the private soldiers of the nobles organized a counterattack, recaptured the palace, and repelled several attacks by the barbarian army.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, the barbarian tribes stationed outside the city, united with friendly forces in the city, captured the palace gates, and launched a three-day ethnic cleansing and wealth plunder in the name of revenge.

On May 17, 1172, the allied forces attacking the Beishi Fortress broke out in internal strife, and the army of the Silver Ring Kingdom was dispersed.

On May 19, 1172, the Knights of the North Island and the Knights of the Twilight West joined forces and marched eastward.

On May 24, 1172, the Kingdom of Twilight declared its occupation of the Silver Ring, a centuries-old kingdom that had been lost to history.

After this, the Twilight Kingdom Army, which had been aiming at the Watchtower, abandoned all battle plans after receiving an urgent letter from within the kingdom. Except for a small part of the army that was left to occupy the Silver Ring, all the other troops marched day and night to retreat to the city of Dusk.

There was only one sentence on the letter.

"The King's Assassination"