Fries, Mira Fortress.

On top of the high wall, behind the square windows, Octavier was dressed in a military uniform, and he still looked so heroic. She watched silently at the suspension bridge below, as several black cars drove by. Because of the detention of a group of "most dangerous" prisoners, the controls here are extremely strict, and only visitors with special status are allowed to enter the fortress by car, and as for the entire convoy to enter, it must be a presence at the level of the head of state.

Beside Octavier, a handsome and tall officer said in Ulster, with an eastern accent, "What is he doing here at this time?" What happened? ”

Behind them, a gray-haired officer sat at a table drinking tea, as if to say to himself: "It may not matter what happens anymore, what matters is what will happen." ”

After a while, the handsome and tall officer muttered, "I'd like to hear what they're talking about." ”

The older officer continued to mutter, "Don't think about it, visitors of this level, listening is not allowed, unless ......"

Just then, the phone on the desk rang. The older officer picked up the phone and answered a few words, the expression on his face becoming active.

"Interesting thing." He put down the phone and said to the two colleagues who had come here on duty, "The Supreme Military Council believes that we should pay close attention to the movements of the Norman leadership, and although some of the people who are imprisoned here are deprived of their liberty, the special status conferred by blood will not be easily changed......

The tall and handsome officer barely had the patience to listen to him, and walked straight out the door.

The older officer stood up and said to Octavir as he went, "Let's go! Go to the listening room. It is likely that the recordings will be sealed and sent to the Supreme Military Council, where they will only have a chance to learn the truth if they are listened to live. Maybe they'll talk about your sister......"

Octavir had just stood at the window, and now he had come to him, and the wind had overtaken him, and he was the second to walk out of the door.

The older officer shook his head imperceptibly, still walking unhurriedly. When he came to the listening room, he found that more than a dozen people had gathered here, sitting or standing, with the monitor as the center, silent. Without exception, they wore uniforms, and the uniform style and logo belonged to the federal army, air force, and inspection departments.

The listener was running, and at first only a hollow rustle could be heard. After a while, there were some noises inside, the sound of the door opening, footsteps, and coughing...... After a while, someone began to speak. The Norman language was no stranger to the soldiers. In the past ten years, they have heard this language countless times, sometimes on the battlefield, sometimes in prisoner of war camps, and occasionally in peacetime communication occasions, and even if they are reluctant, they have to learn and understand this language.

In the monitor, the conversation between the two men lasted about twenty minutes. Their tone was calm and their emotions seemed to be calm, and one of them coughed almost once or twice a minute, and the topics they talked about made the listeners tremble. They looked at each other, but only made eye contact, and there was no additional sound in the listening room from beginning to end, until only the same rustling sound left in the monitor, and they "got out" of the sculpture and left silently.

Octavire's trio returned to the room overlooking the southern part of the fortress, just in time to see through the window the previous convoy crossing the drawbridge and leaving the fortress to return to their world.

The tall and handsome officer walked up to Octavier again and looked out the window with her: "The man who ruled the Norman Empire for nearly half a century...... Finally left! His fall may mark the end of an era! ”

Neither Octavill nor the older officer responded, and he continued to mutter, "Under his rule, the Norman army reached a peak of strength, and perhaps came close to accomplishing its ambition of world conquest. His death is a good thing for all living people on this planet. Hey, have you noticed that the man who is about to officially take over the imperial power is a little sick! Didn't the Normans keep saying he wasn't in good shape? It seems to be some kind of family genetic disease. Can such a person be able to hold power in a stable manner? I think the Normans would have preferred the one locked up in this to be their ruler! ”

The older officer sat down and said, "After opening the country to open up communication, I think that more Normans should hope for a democratic state, rather than continue to live in humility under the rule of the emperor and nobles." Before leaving the Norman Empire, we left behind many leaflets telling them what the outside world was really like. It was probably these leaflets that forced the man who came here today to initiate a complete reform of the Norman Empire. In any case, the Normans should be grateful to us for bringing them the dawn of democracy and freedom, and perhaps the forces for democracy and freedom have been gathering until they are strong enough to overthrow the tyrannical rulers. ”

"Colonel, what you said feels very philosophical, like a philosophy teacher speaking." The tall and handsome officer complimented.

"When I was younger, I did have a second option outside of the army, which was to become a philosophy teacher in a school." The older officer said calmly, "Perhaps, I should have chosen that path, in that case, I should now be a learned and broad-minded scholar, how good!" ”

As they were talking, the phone on the table rang again. The older officer continued the call, this time almost only listening to the answer at the beginning. After a few minutes, he put down the phone, and his face took on a solemn look.

"Did you hear any bad news?" The handsome and tall officer saw his anomaly.

"Well, I can't say whether it's bad news or good news, the logic is normal, but I feel that something is wrong." The older officer replied, "Alright, I have to go to a meeting." If the majority votes, then we will have to agree to allow some of the prisoners to return to the Norman Empire for funerals. ”

After saying this, the older officer left unhurriedly with his hands behind his back. The three of them are the rotating representatives of the special services of the federal army. The older officer, who had a meritorious service and was qualified enough to become a general, was put on hold for two nominations and promotions because of internal controversy over his refusal to accept the enemy's surrender during a combat operation. He hated the Normans for waging war, he hated every invader, he was entitled to the joint meeting, and he had a vote, and what he had just said seemed not very clear, but he knew what was going on in connection with what he had just seen, heard, and talked about.

"The colonel will definitely vote no." The tall and handsome officer spoke out his speculations.

"If I were me, I would vote too. Probably, most people will vote. In that case, they won't be able to make it. Octavir said coldly.

"If the vote passes, and they can return to the Norman Empire for the funeral, won't your sister be able to meet her husband?"

"Does this kind of thing matter?" Octavier asked rhetorically.

The tall and handsome officer touched his nose. It is not difficult to weigh between state affairs and family affairs.

Octavir was looking at her colleague, "Matt, I state once again that I have nothing to do with Gunnevere or her husband for the reason I am here, and that they will not affect me in the performance of my duties. Also, I am an unmarried, and only by not marrying can I avoid being bound by marriage and family and do what I want. You can think I'm selfish, unkind, and have shortcomings in life, but I don't care about that. ”

The tall and handsome officer listened very carefully and sighed softly: "Okay, I see. ”

The older officer had been gone for a long time, and did not appear in the dining room until dinner, and the whole person seemed to have bathed in the holy light once, and his face was radiant, and there was an indescribable spirit. He sat down next to his two colleagues and winked at them: "We vetoed their request 19 to 12. ”

Octavier didn't look surprised at all by the result, and she didn't feel like she had anything to celebrate. As they have talked before, the departure of Hohenstaufen IV is a sign of the end of an era, and this event in itself will not bring lasting peace to the world, the key is the future direction of the Norman Empire.

To the north of the capital of the Norman Empire, there is a majestic and precipitous mountain called Shengyao Mountain. This is the burial place of the Norman monarchs, and the snow-capped peaks are where their tombs are located, all of which are named after the sleepers. Today, thousands of royal nobles, officials and generals of the Norman Empire are on a huge altar on the mountainside to see off the recently deceased old emperor Hohenstaufen IV.

In the cold winter season, the sky is filled with goose-feathered snow, and in front of the altar and east of Shengyao Mountain, the aircraft belonging to the Norman Royal Fleet are all painted white and quietly suspended in the air. Since the discovery of the floating properties of the Star Source Stone, the funerals of the five Norman monarchs have had such a spectacular scene of ships gathered. This time, the number of flying machines participating in the funeral was unprecedentedly large, but if the tonnage was calculated, it was the most shabby among the five funerals. In order to allow all the incoming Union troops to retreat after the armistice, the Norman Empire accepted rather harsh terms of peace, not only paying huge sums of money to the belligerents, but also handing over all large and medium-sized flying ships to the victorious powers, and promising not to build more medium-sized combat ships in the future.

Therefore, the largest of these white flying machines in the line of sight are not as large as the previous armored ships, and most of them are even smaller than the lowest-level cruisers. The smallest, unlike any other flying ship, consisted of a narrow spindle-like body and short wings, with an unequal number of blades at the back, all of which were spinning rapidly, but they could continue to hover in the air, only slightly up and down under the influence of the currents.

The hundreds of flying machines constituted a strange picture-like scene, but in the howling cold wind, countless mechanical roars converged into rolling waves, and many snowflakes melted due to the bursts of heat they generated, fell in the form of water droplets, and then condensed into beads in the cold air, and slipped from the huge altar......

Ten steps away, dozens of members of the royal family are arranged according to rank, the first three are the white-haired "surviving" - Her Royal Highness Sophie, the queen of Hohenstaufen IV, one is the heir to the throne wearing a golden crown, and the other is the high priest of the royal family. In accordance with a centuries-old tradition, the high priest recited the complete text in a distinctive, melodious tone. After everyone saluted, a flying ship with gold ornaments slowly descended and sent the golden coffin to the tomb of "Hohenstaufen IV".

After the coffin was buried, the royal heir, who had been traditionally anointed with white holy oil on his face, began his prayer for succession, under the conferment of the High Priest and the Queen Mother: "Albert Hohenstaufen V, heir to the Holy Father, 208th heir to the House of Hohenstaufen and 5th heir to the Holy Crown, I beseech your protection...... My body is here, my heart is here, and my spirit is here, and I am one. I will follow your teachings and carry on the sacred mission of my family. Its supreme glory is its infinite inclusiveness. Whether it is the land of abundance or the north of extreme cold, they are waiting for its illumination...... In the future, our steps will not be limited to the ground, not limited to the ocean, and even under the deep sea, and even above the sky...... Holy Bless Hohenstaufen! St. Bless Norman! ”

After praying for the heir to the throne, in the midst of the crowd shouting "Holy Bless Norman", he drew his sword, pointed it to the ground, and knelt down on one knee in front of the Queen Mother: "Please protect me, bless me, great mother!" ”

The Empress Dowager Sophie said loudly: "I bless you and bless you, Your Honourable Hohenstaufen V! I believe that you will be as heroic and majestic as he is, and that you will lead the Norman subjects to new victories and new glories......"

After saying this, she bent down, lifted the heir to the throne with both hands, and whispered in his ear: "You, my son, you are you, Joseph, Albert, and Baras. Wu'er, from today onwards, you are not fighting alone. Remember your promise, remember your mission! ”

The heir to the throne wearing the golden crown raised his face, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, clearly a kind of pride, but his eyes flashed with tears.

"From this day forward, I am no longer me, I am who I am...... I will use twenty years of dormancy to let the country recover from the wounds of war, and then use another twenty years to conquer and let the world and even the vast sea of stars surrender to my feet! ”

He stood up, raised his sword, and announced the beginning of his time.

He was tall and athletic, and he was not sick at all. He came to the widow of the old crown prince Joseph, bowed to her, dressed in a black veil, and swore to protect her with his life and sword; He came to the new queen, congratulated her on her golden crown, and swore to bless her and bless her until the end of her life; Finally, he came to the princess from the Federation and smiled faintly......