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The sun darkens the western horizon and slowly sets behind the mountains.

The sky deepened its blue depth with each passing moment, and the birds flew in an arc across the sky and back to their nests.

The golden brown color of the wheat-colored ears of rice and the orange fruits, and the 10,000-year-old snow on the rolling mountains of the east and north reflect the afterglow of the setting sun, casting colorful light waves into the eyes of passers-by.

A group of travelers rode or trekked to the road surrounded by elms, fir trees and asentrees. They hurried to reach their destination before the gates of the royal capital of Yekbadana.

The royal capital of Yekbadana was not only the capital of Pars, but also the most important relay station on the "Continental Highway" that ran through the vast continent from east to west.

Caravans from the East and West gathered here, and there were all kinds of goods such as silk and ceramics, paper, tea, jadeite and red jade from the Principality of Farhar, horses from the Kingdom of Tran, ivory, leather goods and bronze from Sindra, olive oil and wine from the Kingdom of Mayam, and carpets from the Kingdom of Misru.

The nine gates are guarded by a double layer of iron gates. When it was surrounded by the army of the Kingdom of Misru last year, the city did not waver in any way.

In addition to Pars, the common language of the mainland roads, there are dozens of Chinese languages, and people, horses, camels, and donkeys come and go on the stone roads.

In the tavern, blonde Malyam women, dark-haired Sindra women, and beauties from all over the world compete for beauty, and they pour famous wines from various countries into the spilled glasses of guests.

The illusionists of the Silk Country, the horse trainers of Sindra, and the magicians of Mithru attracted large crowds with their wonderful skills, and the musicians of Farhar played the flutes in their hands. The prosperity of Yekbadana continued for three hundred years.

Now, however, there were no travelers' footprints, no king Andrakoras could be seen on the throne, and a dark cloud of unease hung over the entire royal capital.

Although it is said that there are two thousand horsemen in the city, Sham and Garshasf, the king's whereabouts are unknown, and the people in the city are becoming more and more uneasy from the princess Taiba Mina downward.

Suddenly, a no-neck carriage drove forward. In addition to the coachman, two people sat on it. When he finally saw the tall figure in the car, Parsjun's heart was violently shocked.

The man was Hapoel, the captain of Pars, with a thick leather rope around his neck and two arms behind his back. His whole body was covered in blood and sludge, especially the injuries on his forehead and right lower abdomen, and the blood oozing from under the bandage was spreading out every minute.

Pars' soldiers held their breath and stared intently at the appearance of the famous Ten Thousand Cavalry Commanders.

"Listen! The heretics in the city who are not afraid of God! ”

Someone shouted loudly in a very non-standard Pars, and the soldiers on the walls focused their attention on the thin man in black standing next to Hapur.

"I am a priesthood who serves the only absolute God, Eyaldaport. Potan, archbishop and pagan inquisitor. I have come here to make God's will known to you, the heathen, and to make it known to you through the flesh of this heathen. ”

Botan looked at the mortally wounded Pars.

"First, I'm going to cut off the little finger of this guy's left foot." He made a tongue-licking sound.

"Next is the ring finger, and then down is the middle finger; After the left foot is chopped, the right foot is cut next, and then the hand. I want to show the heathen in the city what the consequences of betraying the gods are. ”

The Pars soldiers standing on the walls shouted at the bishop's cruelty, but what made Potan angry was the reproachful voices from his own camp. The volume is small, but you can hear it clearly.

"!" The archbishop, after glaring hatefully at the fellow who had already done so, straightened his chest as if to defend himself against the reproach, and yelled in Rusidani.

"This guy is a heretic. A cursed beast who is a demon apostle who does not worship the only absolute true god, Eyaldabot, who turns his face on his back to the light and lives in darkness! To be merciful to the infidels is to betray the gods! ”

"You are not qualified to count my faith!" At this time, the eyes of the Captain Wan Cavalry, who was stained with blood and sludge, shone and opened his mouth.

"Kill me now! If your gods will save people, then let me go to hell or anywhere! Then I will be over there and watch your gods and nations being slaughtered by their own cruelty! ”

The archbishop jumped to his feet and struck Shapur in the mouth with the cane he held in his hand. Only an uncomfortable sound was heard, and the latter's lips cracked, front teeth shattered, and blood splattered.

"Heretics! ! Potan scolded Shapur in the face again, and his cane was broken by Potan.

I guess my cheekbones were shattered·····

However, Shapur opened his bloody mouth again and cried out: "O people of Yekbadana! If you think of me, shoot me with arrows!" I won't survive anyway. Rather than let the barbarians of Rusitania torture to death, I would rather die by the arrows of my compatriots! ”

He couldn't finish the last words. The archbishop jumped up and shouted, and immediately two Rusidanian soldiers ran up, one stabbing his sword into Shappel's leg, and the other beating him in the chest with a leather whip. Cries of anger and sympathy rang out from the walls of Yekbadana, but none of them could save the unfortunate hero.

Whew————————

Boom! Poof!!

One arrow struck Sharpel in the forehead, and the other two were not arrows, but long swords that appeared out of nowhere, piercing through the chests of the two Rusidanian soldiers and plunging deep into the carriage.

"Babbling !!" Seeing the two Rusitanian soldiers who died tragically, the archbishop was immediately startled.

"Who is it?! Who the hell is it?! ”

The Pars soldiers on the city wall were also puzzled, and the place where the arrow had been fired stood a young man, not a soldier in armor. Although he had a bow in his hand and a sword at his waist, he wore a hat with an embroidered pattern and a tunic with the same embroidered pattern, and he looked like a young man traveling from place to place.

But the two swords didn't know where they came from.

"I hate fanatical religion." Asuna, disguised as a civilian, stepped out of the corner inside the city walls with a look of disgust on her face.

"Me too." Celica nodded.

"That man is full of desire, not like an archbishop at all, but rather a madman." Arya is still dressed as an aristocratic woman, but because there are no Gothic aristocratic costumes in this world, Arya is very eye-catching when she walks on the street (after all, she is also a beauty no less than Princess Pars).

"Miss, the carriage is ready." A white-haired old man with red eyes slowly walked up to Arya.

"He's ········" The girls looked at the old man with some surprise.

"I'm going to develop my own power anyway! Regulus asked me to find a place in the Sanctuary to create a Bloodline Clan to facilitate future operations. Arya explained, "So did Luca, but because Regulus believed in Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom, she was too embarrassed to speak. ”

“·········” Luca was silent.

"So ······· who we are now?"

"Aristocrats from the Far West!" Arya grinned.

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Ah~ a long-lost update!

However, whether this book will continue to be written depends on my mood.

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