There are generally three routes from the imperial center of San Lorenzo to Erosa and Icewind Castle in the north. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

One is through the Lozé plain to Lucerne, the commercial city of Erossa. If you choose this route, you'll be able to enjoy the wonderful scenery of the Lozé Plains.

The calm and serene farms, the rice paddies that ripple green when the breeze blows, the neat camphor trees planted along the side of the pass, and the simple and kind people of the empire are the scenery along the way of the granary of the empire. For the bards and aristocrats, it will undoubtedly be a smooth and wonderful journey. The only annoying thing is that you have to spend more time taking a long detour.

Therefore, for merchants, they prefer the remaining two options.

Head east from Khufu Harbor and sail north through the endless sea of blue skies and treacherous skies. Either way, you'll be able to get your cargo to the Wonderland of Icewind in the north as quickly as possible, if you don't see fish-man robbers or human pirates on the way, and if the weather is beautiful and the storm doesn't bother you in the search for money. Congratulations, just one trip is enough to make you a lot of money.

Or maybe you don't have the guts to be that kind of gambler, or you don't have enough money to ship your cargo on a freighter. As a merchant, you can also consider a direct route from the Calvi Grand Canyon to the commercial city of Lucerne.

But you must be reminded that you are a friend who is eager to make a fortune. Don't think it's an easy road, although the roads aren't too rough, the varied terrain of the Grand Canyon and the endless weed-like bandits are enough to make you drink a pot.

You have to pray that your hired mercenaries are honest enough that they don't turn their eyes on wealth or abandon poor you at the slightest danger, and that you don't fall under the radar of the Grand Canyon's famous bandits. Believe me, if you're really unfortunate enough to fall prey to them, then unless it's the regular Imperial Legion that guards you, you'd better plan to lose your money.

Even for merchants, neither path is very secure, but countless caravans still travel between the North and the Centre each year via the Endless Sea or the Calvi Grand Canyon. Because they are jackals chasing wealth, for those cute businessmen who are eager for those shiny little cuties, even if it is the price of their lives, they don't want to let them miss a chance to make a fortune!

You know, it's Erosa and Icewind, the twin poles of the Empire's north.

Erosa is rich in high-quality furs and fine steel, and all kinds of rare and exotic things that have been concocted by the mages of Icewind Castle, each of which is the best-selling and precious goods. They would transport the produce of the North back to the center of the Empire, or sell it to the South, and then transport the art of the nobles of the South and the luxury goods of the Center of the Empire to the cold North.

Therefore, it is only natural that Lucerne, as an important transport hub connecting the north with the empire and the south, should have such a prosperous scene.

Lucerne covers an area of around 37 square kilometres and is home to around 670,000 inhabitants, making it undoubtedly the largest city in the whole of Erossa.

In addition to the local residents of Erossa, the migrant population accounts for almost 70% of the city's residents. Here, you can see almost all the natives of the Valcam continent. In addition, even adventurers and merchants from the continents of Carioli and Mannheim, which are separated by the endless sea, will occasionally appear in this city.

The whole city is divided into four rings according to the tradition of the Valcam continent.

In the outermost ring is the farmstead or ironworks where the farmers worked, and this area is not part of Lucerne in the narrow sense of the word. The farms and ironworks were not protected by walls, and the toilers, at the bottom of the pyramid, had to get up early and work late to make their greatest contribution to the prosperity of the city.

Further in, there is the third ring area that serves as the market. It was the center of the great trade and a breeding ground for darkness, where all merchants from all walks of life on the continent unloaded or transited, and where the snakes of Lucerne and those who wanted to make a fortune through their crooked ways gathered here. They either helped local aristocrats and merchants extort money for money, or they sought violence by opening black markets, or they chose to empty the pockets of gamblers through underground casinos.

The second ring of Lucerne is the business district, where small transactions take place. The relatively strict security guards and the locality of most of the shopkeepers make this area more stable than the Third Ring Road, because it is located at the first stop in the northern business circle, and the lower transportation costs make the goods here more affordable than the rest of the place. As a result, its existence was favored by the nobles and gentry of the North.

The innermost ring, in the center, was the area where nobles and rulers lived. Because of the prosperity of Lucerne, many northern nobles bought real estate in the inner ring, and once upon a time, being able to buy a large enough property in the inner ring of Lucerne became the best way for nobles to show off their wealth.

Due to the peculiarities of the population, security has always been the tightest in Lucerne. Any villains and hooligans who want to make a little move in this area will hardly see the sun the next day. When the bloody heads that had not passed any judgment hung in front of the towering gates of the Third Ring, those who begged for food in the dark naturally did not dare to violate this iron rule that had not been inscribed.

The summer sun shines through the leafy foliage of the plane trees along the boulevard, and the sun spreads like golden shards on the spotless Champs-Avenue, dotting the streets of the Inner Ring with colour.

In the very center of the Champs-Élysées is a noble manor house covering an area of three square kilometres, separated from the avenue by a strong silver-plated steel fence. Through the gap in the fence, you can see a beautiful pond made of white marble, with green lotus leaves fluttering in the wind, and a fountain reflecting the golden light of the summer sun watering the lotus leaves crisply.

In the center of the pond is a huge statue of a man holding a holy sword, a man with short hearty hair wearing delicate armor and looking up at the sky with a solemn expression. The interior of the statue was hollowed out by the craftsmen with ingenuity, the spring water was drawn from the tip of the sword, and the water curtain was bathed in a water curtain that reflected the golden light, which greatly sublimated the artistic sense of the whole statue. It was as if he were a saint clad in holy radiance, overlooking the kingdom he had created with his own hands.

That's right, the gold plaque inlaid on the silver-plated fence door already indicates the ownership of the mansion, which is Beppu of the ruling family of Erosa, the thousand-year-old aristocracy that has been inherited for more than 3,000 years, and the noble Clayderman family.

Today, however, the mansion, which symbolizes the supreme authority of Erossa, is no longer peaceful.

The servants with black cloth wrapped in their left hands were solemn, quiet and nervous as they busied their way through the winding cobblestone paths of the manor's atrium, the surrounding garden scenery not attracting any of their attention.

Heavily armed guards guarded every corner of the manor in a gloomy and vigilant manner, and a young knight with flaxen hair, ordinary appearance, and bright armor asked a group of servants with a serious expression. The servants were babbling something and shaking their heads in horror like poor quails.

This is what Inigo Coffey, Bishop of the Diocese of Lucerne of the Church of the God of Justice - Pastor of the Sixth Ring saw when he first entered the estate.

Dagmar, the god of justice, is a top god with great divine powers, and his divine authority is judgment and royal power, so this famous god is welcomed by the majority of the ruling class in the world of Steeu.

As a believer in the God of Justice, Bishop Inigo has always been a guest of honour for the nobility. The nobles who had real power would come to him at the birth of their child and ask him to perform the first baptism of the child. He will also be invited to celebrate a solemn Mass for the deceased when his relatives die, so that the soul of the deceased can ascend to the kingdom of God smoothly.

Of course, it is worth mentioning that Inigo is not just a random nobleman who can be invited, as the bishop of Lucerne has his own reserve. However, since it was an invitation from the famous Clayderman family, this god's vicar naturally did not dare to have any hypocrisy.

Upon entering the interior of the pure white bungalow, even Inigo could not but marvel at the dignity of the Clayderman family.

The floor was covered with cool marble floors, and the atrium of the hall was lined with a polished mahogany table and a bright yellow wurm leather sofa, flanked by a softly lit magic lamp on the gilded candelabra. The bright atrium is flanked by two rows of spacious mahogany art staircases leading to the upper floors, flanked by paintings by the best painters of the South, and at the end of the staircase resting on yellow-painted wooden shelves covered with elaborate full-body armor characteristic of the knightly family.

What a thousand-year-old nobleman!

Any one of these ornaments is a priceless treasure that can be sold on the black market, and even the extravagant nobles can sell their territory. Here, however, these expensive works of art are like ordinary ornaments that can be found everywhere.

Inigo followed the meticulously combed butler in a tuxedo and white hair, even if he was not a country man who had never seen the world, he had to hold his breath and try to make himself appear reserved and indifferent. After passing through the corridor where portraits of the Clayderman rulers of all generations were hung, they came to a room with elaborate vases on shelves flanked by doorways.

Inigo glanced at the delicate flowers that were still dripping with dew in the vase, and he coughed lightly. After the butler in the tuxedo got the permission of the master, he put on a solemn expression and followed into the room.

The summer breeze blows through the open plated windows, blowing the light veil in front of the window and blowing inward. On a beautiful pink round bed, a delicate girl with her hands crossed on her belly fell asleep peacefully. The girl was about 18 years old, the age of flowers, and she was covered in a thin pink blanket, and her silky blonde hair flowed down her delicate and charming collarbone, and the half-hidden collarbone under the blonde hair gave off a seductive sheen. Such a charming demeanor makes her look as seductive as the legendary goddess of love, Cicely.

"Bishop Inigo, I'm glad you came. My friend, please celebrate this solemn Mass for my sister. ”

Forgive Inigo, for the girl was so dreamy and charming that he only noticed the handsome and gentle young man with long black silky hair.

The young man dressed in fine aristocratic attire bowed his head gloomily, and even when he was talking to Inigo, he still held the girl's hand as delicate as porcelain.

Inigo knew who he was.

He was an aristocratic young man known for his gentleness and intelligence, and the famous Grand Duke of Erosa - Evan Clayderman.

However, it is precisely because of knowing his identity that Inigo is surprised. Because, the identity of the girl lying in the pink blanket is about to be revealed.

He gasped and blurted out the rude words in too much surprise.

"How is it possible!, Her Royal Highness Vivien Leigh, known as the morning star of Erosa and the princess of the silver dragon, has passed away!?"