The melodious sound of the bell awakens the sleeping Red Blood Castle, and the dawn of the dawn in the east pours the brilliant colors of gold on this fairytale-like castle.

The heavily armed captain of the Red Blood Castle Guard, Euron Eckert, with a tense face, commanded the knights of the castle to open the main entrance from the city gate to the Hall of Round Table, and the crimson carpet stretched from the door to the hall.

Sixty-five knights of the Guard were dressed in new armor, knights' spears and shields like sixty-five statues, and stood guard on both sides of the red carpet from the main entrance to the main hall.

Charles, the steward of the Red Blood Castle with a blank face, methodically leads the castle's servants through the final finishing touches - the folds of the carpet, the water stains of the cups, the length of the candles, the position of the armchairs...... Every step of the way, strive for excellence.

Grenwell, Earl of Stormcastle, and Gareth, Earl of Rainbow Bridge, had already changed into dark robes, and stood in front of the seats in the Hall of the Round Table with their respective family crests pinned to their chests, waiting quietly.

"Smack——!

With a crisp push on the door, the two maids pushed open a side door at the back of the hall, causing the two to subconsciously look sideways, only to see a girl in a red and black corset dress, and a black and gold lion shawl on her right arm, walking towards them with a steady step.

Quiet as the moon, falling generous.

With his head raised slightly, a pair of sharp eyes as sharp as a sword shot at the two people standing with their backs, although they were not deliberately arrogant, they still had an awe-inspiring and inviolable momentum:

"The messenger sent a message, and it was noon... Are you both ready?"

The crisp and melodious voice echoed in the hall, and the two counts with different faces bowed their heads slightly under the girl's gaze.

"Very well, let's get started. ”

Whispering, Charlotte Turin turned her gaze to the door, following the open doors to the end of her sight.

"Greeting the Duke... Triumphant!"

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Compared to the quiet and orderly castle, the gates of the Red Blood Castle were now bustling with people, and the wide streets had become more crowded than ever, and the noise had rendered all cries to maintain order useless.

After three full generations of the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth generations, a hundred years of life, inherited from the triumphal ceremony of the first generation of knight kings, finally came to the Red Blood Castle again!

The first to bring good news was the Ranger Knights of Lookout Peak, who brought the shards of the saber of the heroic Count Bosival to the Red Blood Castle, as well as the news of the victory over the Centaur tribe on the Great Green Sea.

In less than a week later, more news came from all directions - this time in the Centaur War, the new Duke of Byrne not only wiped out the entire Centaur tribe, but also captured a dwarven fortress, which was sworn by tens of thousands of dwarves.

Almost every generation of knights has fought against centaurs, and Ed Turin has captured a dwarven fortress, but not only did he annihilate the horde and take it, but he also won the allegiance of the dwarves... Since the founding of the kingdom, no knight king has ever received such an honor!

No, this is even a privilege that all the Grand Dukes, all the ancient kings and even the emperors of the empire failed to receive!

These are the Byrnes, they don't want to know why, they don't want to know the truth or what is going on, they only want to know how many powerful opponents the Byrne knights have defeated, how many savage and vicious centaur barbarians have been killed, how many songs and weeps have been written, and how many immortal deeds have been established.

Because of this... When one exciting news after another, one more exaggerated than the other, was reported to Crimson Castle, all of Byrne was boiling.

Storm Castle, Mountain Rock Fort, Flame Castle, Rainbow Bridge, Broken Sword Tower, Glory Tower, Hopeless Peak, White Horse Peak, ...... Almost every day, crowds from all over the Thirteen Realms of Byrne flock to the Crimson Blood Castle!

Even Loren's letterhead, which had been intended to attract the attention of the Empire, became another fuse - they saw not how grim the current situation was, but the Duke of Byrne, whose knights had once again saved the Empire.

What glory, how great!

In less than two weeks, the order of the entire Red Blood Castle was almost paralyzed, forcing Charlotte to summon a group of ranger knights, coupled with the support of knights from several nearby territories, barely suppressed the restless mood of the people.

Now, in the face of the tide of people under the gates and on both sides of the streets, the newly appointed chief of the Red Blood Fortress was overwhelmed, and the men scattered everywhere to maintain order were as useless as grains of salt sprinkled in the sea.

The commoners, who were usually in awe of the knights and nobles, suddenly became fearless on this day, and even though the guards had formed a shield wall on both sides, the surging crowd still forced the width of the street by nearly half.

The people who pushed, crowded, and made noise, even if the guards shouted loudly, pushed with shields, and even pointed crossbows and spears at them, were of no use at all.

It wasn't until the hysterical city commander simply set up the trebuchet on the city wall, and asked the sappers to light a few barrels of fire oil and ignition agent in public, that the overly enthusiastic crowd finally calmed down a little... But only slightly.

Under the crowd behind them and the shouting guards "flanking from both sides", the excited people desperately stretched out their necks without caring and focused their eyes on the horizon in the distance.

And they're not the only ones excited about this......

"It's coming, it's the black background gold lion flag, they're back——!"

No one knew who shouted a voice, but the moment it sounded, the moment the golden lion flag on a black background appeared in the eyes of the people, it immediately erupted again with cheers like a torrent!

The sound of horses' hooves beating on the earth sounded neatly, and the Byrne knights, who had also prepared for this moment for a whole day and a night, wore freshly washed armor, held high riding spears in their hands, and swallow-tailed flags fluttered in the wind.

At the moment of passing through the city gate, facing the crowd of black people on both sides of the street, these knights, who had long been extremely excited, held their heads high and looked straight ahead without squinting, for fear that they would show their foreign faces.

Cavalry on war horses, infantry with neat steps, and flag bearers holding high banners...... The Byrne army, which had experienced the bloody battle of the Great Green Sea, enjoyed the greatest honor of their triumphant return, and the cheers that resounded through the heavens and the earth could even make their hearts jump directly out of their chests!

It was a sound more violent than the tide, a more exciting sound than the battlefield, and from the gates of the Red Blood Fortress to the innermost streets, one sound after another.

Swarming, thousands of empty alleys!

Looking at the knights passing in front of him one after another, the excited people cheered and exchanged words with extreme excitement with the people around them.

"Look, that's Earl Rigell of White Horse Peak, and the one next to him, that is Lord Geraint of the Glory Tower! The two youngest genius knights in the Knight Academy last year, known as the Northern Twin Walls, are the two of them!"

"Come on, our boys are in the same class as them, and Master Eckert of Fort Fury has said that this is the worst class he has ever had! ”

"Is that so, how do I remember him saying that when he came back?"

"That's right, to say that the knights of the north are still inferior except for Fort Fury and Fort Loyalty, and the really powerful ones are still the mountain rock guards in our west, which are warriors who can fight trolls with a sword, and they are embarrassed to meet people without the merit of killing trolls alone by one or two!"

"What are you kidding! Even Lord Angot of Mountain Rock Castle can't have killed a troll alone, right?!"

"I didn't hear what you just said, did you see the big fist of the sandbag? If you dare to talk nonsense, I don't know if Lord Angit can take on the troll alone, but it won't be a problem for you to pick it up!"

"Well, sure enough... The knights in the north are no longer what they used to be, the east is full of fellow countrymen who are no different from the Boys, and the mountain and rock guards in the west are as rough as barbarians, and the responsibility of guarding the Byrne tradition still depends on us southerners!"

"You southern counts, the only one who can be called a 'knight' is Lord Rammales from Lake City, right?"

"So what's the matter?! It's not a lot more expensive, and having two guns alone is enough to hold up a piece of Byrne's tradition, not to mention... How handsome they are!"

"How did I hear that Lord Rammales still doesn't marry, drives away a dozen families who are courting every day, and always hooks up with Lord Bosivar, who died heroically, all day long, could it be that he actually ......"

"Don't talk nonsense! It is a deep friendship between knights and knights that goes beyond friendship, and it is fundamentally different from vulgar love!"

"That's true, but why... Uh, well, you're right, I must be wrong, I admit it... Let's put our fists down and talk properly, shall we?"

Quarrelling, talking, and bustling...... Between the spit stars, it was as if they had become one of them, and they had become part of this glory.

The noise of noise, cheers, and shouts makes all the sounds no longer real, and it makes people feel like they are falling into a dream.

Feeling the warm atmosphere and the continuous cheers in the distance, the black-haired wizard at this moment had no joy in his heart, only a silent emotion.

He knew how much energy Charlotte, who was alone in the Red Blood Castle, had spent for the scene in front of him.

Judging from the information constantly sent by the United Chamber of Commerce, Byrne is already sitting on the crater of the volcano - the dwarven supreme king who was furious because of the battle of Silverhelm Mountain, the Holy Cross Church who was slapped by his letterhead, and the Heavenly Dome Palace, which was completely unexpected.

It's just like the previous imperial trial in the imperial capital, the "Holy Grail War" at Ebolden... He tried his best to win the war by any means, but he also broke the balance, and at the same time provoked a large number of forces, eager to peel himself and cramp himself, and break his body into thousands of pieces.

In the past, Loren would have already started to make a plan to run away.

But the result was that Charlotte stabilized the Yunling Kingdom with intimidation and appeasement, sent a messenger to the Heavenly Dome Palace to explain the reason, and finally promised the archbishop to repair the cathedral as soon as possible and rebuild the Byrne Church while wooing the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower.

The flexibility of the means, the rapid response, the changeable attitude... Amazing.

Otherwise, Loren, who returns to Byrne, will not face a cheering crowd, but the accountability of the Heavenly Dome Palace, the Inquisition of the Church, and the army of dwarves invading the Yunling Kingdom!

With steady steps, stepping on the blood-bright carpet under his feet, the dark-haired wizard with a heavy heart stepped up the steps step by step, without squinting, and walked towards the main entrance of the round table hall.

Behind him were the Earls of Byrne, led by Eckert and Angot;

In front of him was the long-awaited Charlotte and the two remaining members of the Round Table Council.

At the moment when everyone's footsteps stopped, the solemn and solemn Countess of the Red Blood Castle walked alone in front of the black-haired wizard under the gaze of a pair of eyes.

Get down on one knee.

Raising her head, Charlotte showed a hint of a smile, like a knight's slight bow:

"Welcome back, Duke. ”

When the words fell, everyone in the hall bent their knees, and a loud shout resounded throughout the hall.

"Long live the Duke of Loren, long live Byrne, God bless Turin——!!!!"

Almost immediately after, deafening cheers rang out from outside the gate, pouring into the hall like a torrent.

The noisy, disorderly, chaotic noise became the same voice in an instant.

"Long live Byrne, God bless Turin——!!!!!"

"Long live Byrne, God bless Turin——!!!!!"

Countless excited voices echoed in the sky above the Red Blood Castle, resounding in the sky.

The smiling Countess of Red Blood Castle slowly got up, and her eyes swept solemnly to everyone: "Next, I will lead the Duke to the tomb of the Turin family to pay tribute to the heroic spirits of the knight kings of the past dynasties, and I also ask you to leave for a while and rest in the side hall, the banquet will start before evening." ”

The counts, who looked at each other, nodded and turned away, except for Grenwell of Stormcastle and Eckert of Fort Fury, who hesitated for a moment, as if vaguely aware of something, but left with the others.

"Bang ——!"

There was a muffled sound, and the main entrance to the Hall of Round Table was tightly closed.

In an instant, the light suddenly dimmed.

It was only at this time that Loren suddenly realized that in the entire hall, only himself and Charlotte were left.

Well?

Just to pay tribute to the heroic spirits of the past generations, do you need to drive everyone away?

For some reason, the black-haired wizard suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart.

While he was still confused, Charlotte, still smiling, stepped forward, and although there was a faint sense of foreboding, Loren raised his head, smiled at the countess, and took the initiative to meet him.

It should be just her own delusion, in order to prepare for this ceremony, Charlotte put in so much effort, she will not do anything to herself.

I saw the gentle and lovely countess smiling, puffing up her chest, and gently raising her right hand......

"Smack——!!!!