As soon as Dean Benedict sat down in the gondola, the Royal Engineer began to untie the sandbags from the nets one by one – soon all of London would see him – and Brother Elmer, who briefly glided through the air eighty years ago, would no longer be alone, and this time, he would fly over an entire city!

King Edgar once wanted to experiment himself, but now everyone is watching it closely, and the courtiers are afraid that the king will not be able to pull it on a whim.

The dean was not very heavy, according to calculations, a full 200-pound gondola could still hold at least twice the weight of equipment and supplies, but this time it was not a long journey, and the tank and food were not necessary, but the experimenter still symbolically packed a set of hunting weapons and a lunch.

The papal envoy from Italy completed his morning mission after Mass and is now also watching the adventure by the king's side.

"Can this thing really fly?" As a scholar, the envoy was equally interested, "Wouldn't that flame be blown by the wind and ignite everything on it?" ”

"Your Excellency, I can assure you that the flame will not shake after it sends the abbot to heaven."

"It's incredible, I've seen His Majesty's Lighthouse on the shores of Dover, and I thought it was the greatest wonder in the world."

From the beginning, Edgar felt that the envoy's attitude towards him was a little strange, as if he had known each other for a long time, of course he didn't know that the other party was also in Cambrai back then, and even if he knew, with the other party's status at that time, Edgar would not think that he had a chance to see himself clearly.

"After that rope is cut, it's time to take off." Edgar suddenly noticed that his voice trembled a little, although he had already seen balloons that were much more advanced than this one, needless to mention the hydrogen balloon that emitted steam when it flew and heated by a nozzle, and the set that Napoleon used to perform at his coronation was thirty years ahead of the toy in front of him.

However, these thirty years have been the closest he has come to his previous life......

The pulley rods used to lift the balloon on the ground were scattered all around at this time, and the pressure inside the balloon increased under the sunlight, and the moment the hanging basket left the ground, everyone thought that they were hallucinating.

The falling full moon re-ascended to the sky, and the dean "maneuvered" his masterpiece, almost clinging to the edge of the crowd, leaving the land in a boiling cheer.

The scenery is breathtaking, and the beautiful hot air balloon with golden patterns does look like a bright moon, without any sense of abruptness, as if it belongs to the sky.

Dean Benedict had seen many elaborate maps at Oxford, and he knew the layout of the capital by heart, but he had never seen it in heaven: the height of the walls had been surpassed by him, the height of the bell tower was about to be reached, and then, farther and farther away, the people on the ground looked like insects, the gray-and-white buildings were neatly arranged on both sides of the narrow streets, the splendid Palace of Westminster was at his right foot, the Tower of London on the riverbank was at his left foot, and the royal oak trees that had once seemed so tall were as big as pebbles, The tree-lined south shore is close at hand, the king's city is like a warship on the riverside, and in the distance, the "stern" position of the "stern" is impressive, and the ravines of the siege of King Canute and the Duke of Normandy are impressive, and the small birds pass by from time to time, all of which are scattered by huge balloons.

The delicate diet was taken out of the box, and Dean Benedict, who was enjoying roasted quail and sweet wine, was completely free from the trembling of his body, and was ready to finish this heavenly lunch before returning to earth.

The wind was not as steady as before, but at more than four hundred yards in the air, it was enough time to cross a considerable distance, the city and the riverbed were behind them, the fig trees were in the distance, and as the balloon was lowered, the dean threw an anchor cable from the hanging basket with his strong arm, turned it out of the hanging basket before the flames were extinguished, and slid down the anchor cable.

"My God!" He noticed that a short-haired hound was staring at him in front of him, and suddenly he felt his legs go limp.

"Here!" The panicked shouts made the hound's nostrils twitch, and he seemed a little uneasy.

The peasants with pitchforks in their hands were getting closer and closer, a large group of people, and the atmosphere was very eerie.

The villagers were aiming for the giant monster, and the dean himself was sitting on the ground, and most of them didn't even notice.

When the king's cavalry arrived, the villagers were still surrounding the balloon, and no one dared to get too close so as not to wake up the monster that had fallen from the sky.

"O St. Edmund, you are alive!" The Knight of the Guards shouted, "We've been around here for a long time, and we've only seen your big creature pounce down like a snowy owl......"

"So you think I've been thrown to death, my child?" The dean smiled and got up, his short robe was completely ruined, and it was full of markings drawn by branches, "No, I haven't touched the edge of heaven yet, I've just wandered around the door, compared to Nimrod and Daedalus, my suffering is nothing." ”

The cavalry quickly dispersed the crowd and, with the help of local elders and a group of monks, helped the abbot carry the mammoth carcass-like balloons and hanging baskets to the riverbank.

London is the largest commercial center in the north, with a population of more than 25,000, and the strange events that happened on this day spread very quickly, eighty years ago, Brother Elmer flew a long distance in the sky and was blown down by a whirlwind, and this time Benedict flew over the whole of London, which means a full twenty-five furlongs!

When King Edgar announced this result to the papal envoy at a dinner, the hero of the day, Abbot Benedict, was at the king's right hand.

"St. Bade said that the width of the Channel of Britain is four hundred and fifty furlongs, and perhaps it will not be long before we can fly directly from Dover to Jesoliacan (Boulogne)."

The Count of Northumbria felt a tremble, if humans could fly directly over the heavenly danger, then how could the safety of the kingdom be guaranteed? The descendants of this Dane now developed the same fear of unfamiliar territory that had belonged to the Anglo-Saxons in the past, not to mention the high walls of castles, and even the thousands of cliffs could not stop the hunters from falling from the sky. Ragnar Loedbrook brought such terror to the nations not because he was stronger than the Franks and Saxons, but because he revealed a new mode of warfare.

"How does the Holy Father want us to help him now?" Count Volsiov's thoughts were interrupted by the king's question, and he quietly turned to the Italian envoy.

"Your Majesty's military might is known to everyone in the north, and if Your Majesty is willing, it is only a matter of raising your hand to destroy the enemies of our sacred faith."

"My army is already serving the cause of the Holy Father, and perhaps your Excellency will notice that we are at war against the enemies of the Holy Father in Saxony."

"There are many centers in this world, but Saxony is very far from all the centers of the world, and now that Your Majesty has the ability to ascend to heaven, why should he rest in a pond?"

King Edgar finally became interested: "What do you mean?" ”

"The Holy Father hopes that His Majesty may follow Charlemagne's example and conquer Rome for us."

The messenger's words resounded through the hall like a golden stone, and all the members of the Council of the Magi heard the bold proposal.

The majestic music still echoed under the golden roof, the kite-shaped shield hanging from the stone wall was also illuminated by the fire, the lightning pattern was delicate, the horn cup in the king's hand was motionless, and the golden crown shone brightly.

"Truly the Father ...... Think too much of us. ”

Seeing that the king did not seem to be willing to answer at once, Volsiov rose and raised his glass to the messenger: "Your Excellency Dagobert, blessed by the Lord, I must remember that we did send troops to Italy, but this is still far from Charlemagne's cause. ”

"Your country is now strong and strong, and it is not difficult to reproduce Charlemagne's work." The other smiled as he spoke, looking at the king.

"It's not time ......yet," Edgar finally shook his head, "we are now in the army, I am afraid that the Romans will not see us as Charlemagne, but as Hannibal, have you forgotten the last siege of Rome?" ”

Edgar was referring to the time when the Norman Robert Giscard relieved Gregory VII of the siege, and the Imperial army retreated without a fight, only to be exiled by the Pope who was blamed by the Romans for the Norman plague.

The jewel on the white robe touched the horn cup, and the king drank the remaining honey in one gulp: "I beg you to tell your Holiness that patience is the best virtue God has given us, and that the destruction of the enemy is not far off, and Rome cannot save them." ”

"We'll pass it on." Dagobert bowed his head and humbly concealed his true thoughts:

It's so similar!