Following.

The First Avenue that runs north and south of Vikz is one of the symbols of the port city, and is known for its wide and clean streets, and the southeastern part of the Principality of Rest is known for its wide and clean streets, and the straight and wide stone avenue is large enough to accommodate four horse-drawn carriages side by side without being crowded. In 1800, during the southern tour of Grand Duke Pius II, he made several trips to Vikz Harbor to inspect the Royal Navy, so First Avenue is also known as King's Avenue.

As if they were obsessive-compulsive, the craftsmen frantically spliced the stones according to their textures, so that there were almost no gaps in the smooth pavement, and the white marble paved stone slabs seemed to be integrated into one piece, and the flawless white jade was embedded in the intricate city of Vikz.

Of course, the craftsmen kept the road beautiful while also taking into account the quality of the road, the tedious and delicate tamping work made the foundation of the road strong, and the application of cheap new materials ensured the quality and service life of the road, so that the first avenue can even support the weight of large magic energy machinery for long-term use.

While this may not sound like a thrilling technology, it is certainly strategic as part of the development of Rest, or it is close to the pinnacle of contemporary road engineering.

It is conceivable that if the roads that extend in all directions can transport those bulky magical energy machines to the front line without hindrance, this will undoubtedly change the way the mainstream warfare is now fought on the mainland, and the years of the Great Legion may be gone.

After all, the heavy magic energy machinery can only be transported through expensive teleportation arrays, and due to the influence of factors such as the coupling arrangement of the two points of the teleportation array, the long charging time, etc., the heavy magic energy machinery that should be shining can only be arranged in the fortress city, covered with dust layer by layer.

Time returns to the present.

On the King's Road, the gateway road of Vikz, drunk people are lying on the ground at this time, and after yesterday's dreamlike night, the snow-white streets can be described as a mess.

The citizens who were reluctant to disperse after the carnival were left with a place to eat the leftover food. The spilled ale and even the vomit of drunken people, the noble city guards had to temporarily take up the work of sanitation workers, carrying buckets of clean water, cleaning and cleaning the dirty roads, and dragging the citizens who were still asleep to a place out of the way, so as not to affect the normal traffic of the town, as for the lowly cleaners of the past, they had already taken advantage of the morning preaching to mingle with the ranks of the citizens, and gathered at the gate of the monastery to thank the gods for their gifts.

Last night's Feather Fall celebration was undoubtedly a success in scale, culminating in midnight, when the old abbey of Vicz, who was beloved by the people of the port city, ascended to the makeshift pulpit on First Avenue and ignored the dissuasion of the monks and priests present, and in full view of the solemn expression at the cost of burning his own life, he forcibly crossed the boundaries of mortals and released the great miracle of the papal level, the 'Elegy of the End'.

Under the dark and moonless canopy of the sky after the feather falls, the brilliant aurora born by the miracle is reflected in the eyes of all the citizens of the port city of Vicz, even if you close your eyes, you still see that gorgeous picture.

Under the aurora of light, whether you are a commoner or a merchant, whether you are a believer or an unbeliever, you are blessed by the gods without discrimination, the sick are relieved of their pain, the guilty pay for their sins, and the hungry are fed by heaven.

The people chanted the name of the Holy Spirit, the voice of prayer pierced the silence of the night, accompanied by the aurora, the salvation of the Holy Light finally came to the desert of faith in the Principality of Rest, and while all the people remembered this fanatical believer, the letters of petition were piled up on the table of the Marquis of Somerset like snowflakes.

The Marquis of Somerset, who was in charge of Wickz's daily affairs, read several letters of love with his anger, which were nothing more than praise for Dilson's entire text, and some of them were bold, and he did not forget to sneer at the official sabbation of the monks who forcibly detained the monks of the abbey.

"How unreasonable! These guys with eyes full of gold Langer! If they are used and they don't even know it, they deserve to be hung on the city wall and dried by the sea breeze!"

Somerset jerked his chair away and slammed his fist into the delicately patterned redwood desk, and the silver goblet of the Plantagenet dynasty from a colleague dangled around the table before clattering and falling to the ground.

"What kind of saint with a noble soul, just that old fellow Dilson? To say that he is a beast is to exalt him, and now we want to publicly admit that he is a saint?!

This group of stupid civilians only knows how to follow the trend, Angus, you bring me people to arrest the leading ones, I want to see if those guys are making trouble on my territory!"

"Somerset, you're still so impulsive. Archduke Pius II, who was sitting on the side, took a leisurely sip of tea and spoke leisurely.

In the bright morning sun, the ruler of the Duchy of Rest was comfortably sunk into a sofa, wearing a discreet crimson velvet coat and a hat trimmed with four minks, a far cry from his usual extravagant image.

"The more times like this, the more we have to take our time, after all, those old guys in China are waiting for us to make mistakes. ”

Pius II looked at today's issue of the Goblin Daily unhurriedly, acting like an ordinary uncle next door, and even the explosive religious news on the newspaper did not stop him from wanting a piece of barbecue.

Arriving at Vikz early in the morning by teleportation array from Castle Whitestone, hungry work was not the usual style of Pius II, and at the suggestion of the waiter, a sumptuous meal was soon filled with Somerset's table that it used for business, and the exquisite presentation and exquisite cooking were far from comparable to the hodgepodge of seafood that Roger had eaten yesterday.

After looking at the leisurely Pius II, Somerset, who was also angry, had to sit down with a bitter face and continue to read all kinds of headache-inducing petition reports, among which those from civil groups and ocean-going chambers of commerce were completely negligible, but the voices of those small nobles had to make his head big, not that Somerset couldn't handle these viscounts and barons, but the big nobles standing behind them were what Somerset was really afraid of.

"What the hell are these guys trying to do? What good is it for them to openly recognize Dilson as a saint? Do they think there is room for peace between Fort Whitestone and Kaya now?"

As the petition on the street continued unabated, Somerset, who had always been rough-witted, finally smelled something bad and knew that he was not good at dealing with this kind of conspiracy, so Somerset hurriedly asked his old friend who was leisurely eating and drinking there.

"There's room for détente? hehe, it's worse than that...... Take a look at today's newspaper, which I brought with me from Fort Whitestone. ”

Throwing the handkerchief that wiped the corners of his mouth into a metal plate next to the sofa, Pius II handed Somerset the crumpled newspaper in his hand, "Prepare for war, the continent is going to change again." ”

"The former Pope Nicholas V succeeded Benedict IX and re-crowned the Pope of the Church of the Light, and posthumously canonized Brother Dilson of the Abbey of Vicz as a saint? Kaya is going to send an envoy to Vicz to pay homage to the miracle? Led by the new Bishop of the Hub, Wilson?"

"Not only that," said Pius II, looking at the crimson ceiling, his fingers clasped on the couch, his unhurried voice as if it carried the neighing of the Iron Horse.

"From the Violet Empire, the Haisuen Kingdom, the Oort Empire, to the Lomudan Federation, the Eight Cities of Slo, and other northern countries have asked us to open our northern borders this morning to welcome the upcoming pilgrimage processions of various countries. ”

"Wait, Your Majesty, do you mean that?"

"That's right, why do you think those big nobles in the country suddenly have confidence? It's really internal and external troubles...... Friends, get ready, war is coming. ”

........

"Mentor, didn't you sleep well last night, why do you look so unrefreshed. Seeing Roger staggering down the stairs with squinted eyes and almost falling down several times, Ryan, who had been waiting in the hotel lobby for a long time, hurriedly greeted him and asked in a concerned tone.

"Ha~"

Just about to wave his hand, Roger yawned again with huge dark circles under his eyes, his eyelids were now unstoppable fighting, the exhaustion of his soul wanted to drive him to recover through sleep, the last time Roger was so weak was when he forcibly used the initial concept to bring Elway and Ryan out of the ruins of Amanda.

Resisting the sleepiness from his soul, Roger tried to raise his eyelids, glanced at Ryan, and replied weakly, "It's okay, it's just that I got up in the middle of the night to fight cockroaches, so I didn't sleep for half the night, and I will get on the boat to rest for a while." As he spoke, Roger covered his mouth and yawned again.

Except for Roger and Elway, who were present at the time, and Alley, who arrived later, the rest of the Zhenzhi Society was unaware of the attack, and it seems that Josel Jass had arranged a sound isolation arrangement before entering the house, and even if there was a fierce fight in the house, no sound could be heard outside.

Although Alley's sudden arrival successfully forced Josel Jas back, for a famous thief, any degree of caution was not excessive, so Roger, Elway, and Alley kept watch over the sleeping True Knowers and their group for the night, but Ryan and they didn't know it.

"Boss, get out of the room, and have a cup of black coffee, no sugar. Roger was checking out when he turned his head to see Brandon's shiny bald head appear at the door.