Together, Rosendaal and the White Lake City form two of the most brilliant pearls in the eastern part of the entire Kingdom of France, in the central great plain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Despite its proximity to the south-east coast, Tenlangfort, which was almost the second largest port on the south coast after Worms, provided a great deal of wealth to the fiefdom's owner, King Fran of France, Frank Badot, on a daily basis, it was not comparable to the oldest city of the ancient kingdom.

It is said that after Viklos the Great became seriously ill and planned to divide the vast empire he had built up between his three sons and nephews after his death, Mace Bardot, who was still young at the time, chose Rosendaal to make it his royal capital.

If Falan is made glamorous by Roosendahal, then Rosendaal must be proud of Schönbrunn Palace, located at the apex of the city, so luxurious that even if you search through Wotan, you can't find a second one.

It is hard to imagine such a building, and perhaps only when the majestic Metz Bardot meets the mad architect Viallas of the Sacred Vestment Society.

After a night of secret conversation in the old rudimentary palace of Rosendaal, the next day Metz decided to let Vialas preside over the construction of the new palace.

Eighteen years later, a magnificent palace was born in the southeastern part of the kingdom and became the new royal palace, and the Badot family lived in this deep palace for 200 years.

The kings have changed from generation to generation, and the life span of people is limited, but the moonlight that can shine on the palace is as silent as it was back then, silently pouring silver light.

Like a mist that suddenly spreads in the middle of the night, the river flows among the strange statues that stand silently, flows through the exaggerated irregular reliefs on the eaves, brushes the green grass and flowers, awakens the strange beasts that have not yet fallen asleep in the zoo, lifts the rippling willows, and gently steps on the beautiful and miserable thorn flowers, and quietly comes to a cylindrical tower.

The tower rises from the ground like a woodpecker's protruding beak, and Schönbrunn Palace was built on the highest point of the city, and it is said that in order to make anyone who comes to Rosendaal the first sight of Schönbrunn Palace, Vialas spent two years piling up a hill under the palace to make the whole palace high.

And this round tower can be said to be located at the highest point of the whole Rosendaal, the night breeze circulates the lonely tower, and when people stand on the top of the tower, they can't help but think that they can catch the stars in the sky.

Vialas was a keen stargazer, and the architect who ended his life by falling into the river in a mad mood loved to look up at the stars from this stargazing platform, saying that 'there is the most mysterious truth in the stars', but now this is a madman's joke.

"Hey—the night breeze here is so cold, Miya-sama. A man in a velvet robe grumbled with his arms folded.

The blue velvet robe was covered with a thin trench coat, a cloak was draped behind it, and eighteen small silver spikes like rice on the shoulders hung down gently, which were blown by the wind and collided together, making a light and crisp sound of "jingle bells" from time to time.

The man looked to be in his forties, fair-skinned, elegant, and a little haggard, and at first glance he looked like some cold-stricken bachelor, and if he could cover his mouth and cough twice, he would be even more like.

"In high places, there is always some cold wind blowing, but it is very refreshing, don't you say? Lord Gorafael?" the old voice was sandwiched in the cold wind, both of which were equally cold and unforgiving, making it difficult to make out the difference, as if the biting cold wind was speaking to you.

"I'm not one to empathize with that—" said Gorafael, smuffly, "Your Majesty's reprimand is sobering enough. ”

"Oh, are you complaining to our King?" the old man's low words could not be heard to be happy or angry, but made people involuntarily want to speculate on the other party's intentions.

"Of course not, Lord Fowl—I'm just resentful of my own incompetence. Grafael shrugged, tightened his robes again, looked at the old man standing in front of him and looked up at the heavens and stars, and sighed:

"Eagle Yang City has sent a letter saying that the taxes have been collected and are being escorted by the son of the Grand Duke of Perran, but the mountains of the Grannes Mountains are dangerous, and the Duke of Perrin begs His Majesty to be more lenient. ”

"Old fox—" The old man named Forlie only dropped three words and commented lightly.

"Isn't it—" Gorafael wailed aggrievedly, "The contradiction between Salik and Poole is not a day or two, and Duke Perran's mind has long been revealed, and the trick of sending the letter this time is probably just to delay time, and I think it is really necessary to exchange the fox flag of Prince Lefeble's house with the eagle of Eagle City." ”

He then hung his head and said to the old man: "Even our 'Lazy King' His Majesty has seen through this trick, but unfortunately Shijiu Mountain is too far from here, but I am unlucky and have become His Majesty's punching bag." ”

"Who made you Chancellor of the Exchequer? Hernans Forlie turned and looked at Benson Gorafael with sparkling eyes.

Although his hair and beard are all white, I am afraid that he will be over sixty years old, but he does not show any old age, his waist is straight like a javelin, and he looks as if he will never be happy or sorrowful, and he is wearing a luxurious silk purple robe, the neckline and cuffs of the robe are embroidered with intricate snake patterns, and on his chest is a lifelike silver snake, which is spitting out a letter coiled together, which is the symbol of the Forlie family.

Another tassel of silver, the same shape as the one on Gorafael's shoulder, hangs from his waist, and if you count carefully, you will find that there are twenty-four in total, neatly attached to a slender emerald belt at nearly the same intervals, which is a symbol of power, and only the minister of the Francois, who is in charge of the court and assists the king in the management of state affairs, can wear a purple robe with twenty-four ears of silver wheat.

"But the palace minister—" Gorafael slightly avoided the old man's eyes, took a few steps forward, lowered the door and asked softly, "What does Her Majesty think......?"

"How's the negotiation with Worms going?"

"The Grand Duke of Conrad still refuses to let go, and Platinum Amber can continue to lend us money, and even send troops—but ......," Goraphael hesitated for a moment and then continued:

"But they want to get a share of the taxes in the kingdom's realms, or the right to mine the gold mines—"

"Give them—" replied Hernans Forley coldly, much to the surprise of Fran's Chancellor of the Exchequer.

He was stunned for a moment, hesitated and said, "But ...... The nobles may not be willing to share the income in their own domains......"

"The taxes of Tenglang Fort can be mortgaged to them, and you can talk to them slowly for the rest. ”

"Tenglang Castle-!?" Gorafael was startled and subconsciously replied, "That's the king's ......"

But he was directly interrupted by the palace minister Fulie: "I don't think Her Majesty the Queen will have any opinion on this," as if a pure black star was twinkling in his deep eyes, he stared straight at Goraphael and told him word by word:

"Remember Gorafael, as long as our King can rest easy and have an infinite amount of gold coins when he wants to use it, he will not care that he has a private domain that belongs to him. ”

"But in this way, we will lose a lot of taxes—" Gorafael dodged his eyes, not daring to look directly at the gray-haired old man.

"Look at Benson—why don't you slaughter so many pigs, cows, and horses in the kingdom?—since the nobles are not willing to spend a little money on peace, they have to sacrifice the mud legs. ”

"Remember," said the old man, "our enemies are never outside, but here, in France, in Rosendaal—and if we do not get rid of them, you and I, including our Majesty, will not even sleep peacefully." ”

Benson Gorafael nodded hurriedly, of course he understood who the palace minister was talking about, it was Marquis Bedwell Lake, one of the two great knights of the entire southern realm of Wotan, known as the "cornerstone" of the kingdom.

Forlie slowed his tone, took a step back, and raised his hands in a voice as indifferent as a knife: "With Worms' support, we will win the war - even if we can't capture Eagle City, we can plunder in the northwest, enough to pay off our debts." ”

In a trance, Gorafael felt as if the palace minister had shown a smile, only to hear the old man lower his voice and continue with a whining voice: "When you propose to levy heavy taxes to make up for the shortfall, like the king, I believe that the nobles will agree very much, they are suffering from not having a suitable name to squeeze those mud legs." ”

Hernans Forlie was like the serpent painted on his coat of arms, spitting out the snake letter coldly, but with a blank expression on his face, which made Gorafael shudder, and once again felt a little frightened by the court minister of Fran.

"That lord will definitely be on the side of the mud legs, and when the time comes, not only will His Majesty be displeased, but the nobles will also hate him even more - let him not be involved in this war, and squeeze him and his nobles out of the game, and when everyone else is full of oil, and they can only go hungry, I think there are still a few people who are willing to continue to support our 'cornerstone'. ”

"That is, to make it impossible for that lord to seize money by war, and to distract his subordinates from morality because he opposes taxes, right?" asked Goraphael in a trembling voice.

"Yes, the advantage will be in our hands no matter what, and the one who is alone is the fish on our chopping block, plus the sweep of Perrin, and Prince Lefebble is the father of Her Majesty, and the Grand Duke of Fontaine only wants to indulge in Châteauroux - then-"

Hearing this, Gorafael couldn't help but have a red light in his eyes, he shivered all over, and answered with a trembling: "When the time comes...... The whole flange ......"

The old man's frozen face raised a smile again, and he looked at the Chancellor of the Exchequer and spit out his lips: "The whole flange will be in the palm of our hand—"

Gorafael shuddered again, only this time out of excitement, and he raised his head, looked beyond the circular edge of the observatory, and looked down—the sparkling surface of the lake reflected the silver-white moonlight, and the crescent moon floating in the center of the lake seemed to be observing the world with half-opened eyes.

Goraphael suddenly felt a little weak, as if all the conversation between the two of them had just been watched by the moon god Merietta, which made him feel uneasy for no reason, and then he calmed it down.

Forlie didn't say anything more, but he looked up at the stars hanging high in the sky.

A few days ago, there was another ogre attack on the village, according to the secret agent came to report that someone in Obotan had discovered the whereabouts of the elves, and the strange creatures of different races on the continent of Wotan seemed to be ready to move.

"Gotta hurry...... Hurry up and take the flange in your hand—" Forelie muttered to himself in a voice that no one could hear, "troubled times are coming...... I will never repeat the mistakes of the year of fire, and I will never ......"