The French Empire, the royal capital.

The sun had taken away the last clouds in the west, but the moon had not risen, and the whole king was plunged into darkness.

However, the darkness of the sun and the moon was the brightest moment in the entire royal capital.

As the sky darkened, the alchemist's handmade night lights lit one after another, and the lamps hanging above the street shone brightly, and the smell of baking grease drifted along the wind's trail under the occasional spark.

These expensive street lamps were probably one of the few good rulers of King Peter, and he liked to travel at night in order to see the night view of the royal capital, and installed alchemical lamps on the main roads of the entire royal capital.

The fuel for these alchemical lamps is the fat in the body of marine fish, which emits an appetizing aroma of fat at high temperatures. The flame of the alchemy lamp, when reflected on the reflective wall through the translucent fat block, will sprinkle a soft spot of light, which looks extremely beautiful.

The fly in the ointment is that the untouchables who are suffering from hunger often can't resist the temptation, and will secretly lay down one or two lamps, and then rush up to snatch the creamy fish fat, even if they kill batch after batch. Sometimes even entire street lamps are stolen down, and the floor is covered with slippery fish fat and broken lampshades.

This annoyed Peter, who liked to be bright and tidy, and even considered removing the lights altogether. It wasn't until Avril became queen that she began to distribute food during the light hours, greatly improving the living conditions of the poor, that these beautiful lamps were barely saved.

The lights were still bright tonight, and the aroma of fish fat was still attractive, but without the guards who had patrolled the lamps in the past, and without the hungry eyes mixed with longing, the whole king had become extraordinarily silent.

At this time, the palace, which should be very quiet on weekdays, was bustling with people, and a large number of people of all kinds were gathered here, nobles, rich people, commoners, and even untouchables were locked inside, guarded by hundreds of knights in black armor.

The entire royal capital has a permanent population of about 500,000, but because of the war, the people who can escape have already run away, and the small and medium-sized nobles whose property is easy to sell, as well as the wealthy merchants who are more well-informed, have almost run away.

But even so, there were still 350,000 people in the entire royal capital, and about 8,000 or 9,000 were imprisoned here, of which seventy percent were children and young people, and most of the rest were their families. If it weren't for the fact that the royal family of Fran had expanded the palace for hundreds of years, so many people really wouldn't have been able to arrange it.

"What are you doing? I'm the eldest son of the Marquis of Anderson! I'm a nobleman! I'm a nobleman! How can you keep me with these pariahs?"

"Honorable Knight, I am the daughter of the vice president of the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce, if your family has any needs, please ask someone to bring a message to my father, and he will give you a satisfactory price. ”

"Lord Knight, we are just a little cold, we just stood under the lamps for a while, we wanted to warm our bodies, and we definitely didn't want to steal oil to eat! I beg you to have mercy and let us go, even if it is only my brother alone, our grandmother fell and injured her leg and couldn't get off the ground, if we both die here, she will be ...... in two days."

"Why are you arresting me, I honestly stay at home and don't go out, why do you still arrest me and let me see these dogs and men who should be burned at the stake!!"

Threats, cries, bribes, begs for mercy.

The squares in the palace were full of people, all kinds of voices came and went, and the black-armored knights who were in charge of guarding them were silent, no matter what these young children did, they remained there without saying a word, only when someone tried to escape, they would only open their mouths to warn, and occasionally beat them away with the spine of their swords.

The silence of the caretaker made the children even more panicked, but they were all energetic at an age, and the whole square suddenly became extremely noisy, ten times more noisy than in the chaotic market.

"Please let me go!" "I'm going to have my father cut off your head!" "What do you want?!

In the chaotic square, two strong men appeared in the center of the square carrying a huge gong, and a tall woman smashed her fist on the gong with an expressionless face.

"Kuang !!!!!"

The gong was more than a man tall and made a deafening loud noise, shaking the children to the ground, completely overshadowing the noise and cries in the square.

Glancing at the silent square, Jessica's cold face showed a look of satisfaction. She folded her arms around her chest and raised her head and said:

"I am Jessica, the eldest daughter of the Farrell family, the Farrell family has overthrown the mediocre French royal family, King Peter has been killed, the queen has fled the royal capital, and sooner or later she will be killed by my own hands. So from now on, the Franco-Empire is history!"

"Flange is gone?!" "Flange must have been gone before!"

"Good death!!" "Why did such a good person kill Her Majesty?"

"My dad said a long time ago that Flange would fail!" "Then why didn't you run sooner, stupid?"

"Your Majesty, Queen, marry the new king, so that she can continue to be queen!"

"Kuang !!!!!"

There was another gong like thunder, and the huge gong was even dented by this punch, and several children close to the gong were shocked by the sound wave, and they held their heads and desperately drilled into the pile.

From now on, I say, listen!"

Jessica's eyebrows were raised, and a pair of Danfeng eyes swept across the square fiercely, glaring at everyone who dared to look at her directly.

"All people under the age of sixteen, whether noble, rich, commoner, even if you are a pariah. You're all from House Farrell now!"

"You will be organized into thirty squads and trained daily, and the best of them will be ...... by the Farrell family."

"I don't want any training!"

A gorgeously dressed boy ran out and said with a proud face: "What is the Farrell family, a new nobleman whose fief is not much bigger than the earl, why should I be allowed to participate in your humble ......?"

A girl in a white dress rushed out of the crowd behind him, and she hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said with a frightened face: "Cousin, come back, you will ...... like this."

"Get out of here!" the boy turned around and kicked her in the stomach, leaving a dusty footprint on the plain white dress.

"What qualifications do you have to pull me? Although your surname is Anderson, you are just a begging wild seed! And that woman with long legs, you listen to me! Compared to our Anderson family, the Farrell family is just a pack of wild dogs that compete with the untouchables! Remember to recognize your own identity!"

Jessica's face in the center of the square was still cold, as if she was frightened, she took a pair of long legs and took a half step back, causing her whole body to fall into the huge shadow of the gong.

Seeing that the long-legged woman was frightened by herself, the boy raised his head triumphantly, and the expression on his face became more and more arrogant.

"Understand, if you let me go at once, and send someone to send me to my father, I will spare ......"

"Where's your father?"

Jessica's cold voice came from behind the boy, the tall figure covering the boy's shadow, and a cold hand on his neck, causing goosebumps to rise on his neck.

"I, I, I...... It's mine...... It's mine...... The father's ...... "seemed to be wrapped around his neck by a cold poisonous tongue, and the boy's voice became fragmented.

"You don't know where he is? That's a bit of a problem. ”

Jessica's other hand touched the top of his head, and the white and delicate palm was extremely cold, like a block of ice stuck to the boy's scalp, exuding a deep chill in his heart.

"I'll take you to a place called the River Styx first, you stay there a little longer, remember not to run around, and I'll send your father to join you soon." ”