The fortified court of Trebizond, with most of the army being deployed to fight against the Nicaeans, was the only remaining force concentrated here to protect the fortress-like city. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoSince the advent of the new era, the military is no longer as barbaric as before, except in rare cases, there is a tacit agreement between countries not to raise their weapons against civilians as much as possible. It is precisely because of this that Trebizond dared to send such a large army out to fight. After all, it was quite enough for those left to defend the fortress.

On the surface, it was just a fortress from the classical era, but in fact, after more than ten years of painstaking management by Angelos, it has already become the most powerful and strong military fortress in all of Anatolia. There are heavy howitzers on the long wall, although the powerful large-caliber heavy artillery is a terrifying weapon on the battlefield, but the recoil is also amazing, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to place it on the city wall. After all, even the ancient walls of Theodosius, which had caused the emperor to be distressed by the recoil of the cannons that had broken the edges of the walls, now appear to be completely modern construction industry, so that the cannons could be placed on the walls. With such a strong wall, even if the mecha attacked, it would be difficult to break through easily, and there was a threat of being hit by the opponent's firepower. Only then did Constance Dante understand the other party's confidence, it turned out that they were not worried about being attacked at all, this fortress needed at least tens of thousands of people to break through, but no one in the entire eastern battlefield had such a huge force.

"......," said Constance, Dante mused, and perhaps this city would indeed be his new beginning.

"Please follow me, Your Highness!" When Constance Dante was in his trance, the noble attendant in front of him cautioned. This squire did not know the true identity of Constance Dante, but he was in charge of Constance Dante to meet those Trabizond nobles, so he naturally understood that Constance Dante was not small, so he did not dare to neglect it in the slightest. Although Angelos eventually convinced the nobles to admit the arrival of the Knight King, even so, how could they easily allow someone to share their power, and the nobles were more than willing to keep the Knight King in their hands. It's just that Constance, Dante naturally won't allow anyone to use him as a pawn at will.

"Okay." Constance Dante nodded and withdrew his gaze, and the atmosphere was a little strange. When he awoke the next morning in Trebizond, Constance Dante was told to leave his room and waited until the evening to get there, without seeing Berhis, who knew nothing of their intentions. As for Trebizond's attitude, Constance Dante is simply unpredictable. It seems that they are welcoming their arrival, but Berchis is reminding himself not to trust the other party.

Naturally, even Berchis would not have said this, Cons-Dante had no optimism about it...... But he still pinned his hopes on Angelos. Because that man is Sophia's grandfather!

"Here it is, Your Highness, here it is." Passing through a long, mirror-framed hallway, the attendants suddenly stopped, and in front of them was a large door. This is not where he can set foot, it is the inner courtyard of the palace, how could he, a low-level attendant, be allowed to enter. I saw that the guard in front of the door was wearing an extremely heavy plate chain armor, this kind of thing can be said to be an antique, in front of the continuous shooting gun, these armors are naturally vulnerable, just for ceremonial decoration, the guard is still holding a heavy battle axe in his hand, revealing a dark luster, looking extremely dangerous. Then he came up and saluted Cons. Dante.

Consitine also returned the same salute with the same military salute, a tradition of the new Roman military districts, which Consitine was certainly well aware. "Can I go in then?"

"Before that, please put this on, Your Highness." The other party did not immediately open the door, but handed over a mask. It was a Venetian-style ball mask, which was very common due to the Venetians' opening of the trade routes in the East, but it seemed out of place in Herod's ancient Trebizond.

"This is His Majesty's request, I hope you can cooperate, please forgive me." The guard added.

Constance Dante was puzzled, but he put the mask on his face.

"Then please come in, Your Highness, Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time." With that, the guard waved his hand, and several others stepped up and pulled the door, which required several people to open because of its size.

But then, Constance Dante felt a blinding light, and Constance Dante actually felt a little trance, but in front of him was a grand ball. The round ceiling is lit up by a huge crystal lamp, and the eyes are full of elegant postures, gorgeous dance steps and reserved smiles, as if they have been measured. Everything was so dreamy, the low-cut dresses of the ladies and ladies were always so dazzling, and there was no shortage of admiring eyes looking at the jewels, pins, and diamond decorations on the hem of their dresses, and the pendants that glittered in their ears. The dazzling jewels are matched by the crystal lamps above their heads.

The darkness of the drunken night seemed to be hidden, and the gentlemen's polite invitation to dance was exchanged for the delicate ladies flying red faces, and the waiters bowed their heads gorgeously had nothing to do with them. Constance Dante couldn't help but be a little confused, was this the place he was supposed to be? It didn't look like a state of war at all, and everyone wearing the mask was clearly immersed in the joy of the feast, and Constance Dante under the mask was shocked.

The half-awaited Concierge Dante stepped into it, but before he could make a sound, he heard the voice of someone greeting him in his ear.

"Hello, Your Highness!"

Constance Dante was slightly stunned before he fixed his eyes on his side. It was a girl in a fuchsia dress, the skirt was embroidered with gold patterns, purple was generally the most noble color in New Rome, and only the royal family could use it, but with the downward pressure of royal power, some prominent nobles also had the power to use purple.

Obviously, the girl's status should not be low, but Constance Dante wears a mask, and it stands to reason that he should not recognize himself at a glance.

This girl is not wearing a mask, her appearance is obviously still a little childish, and she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the girl develops earlier than the boy, and already has some female charm, with slender limbs, a slightly convex chest, and beautiful curves with a girl's unique youthful texture.

In this way, there are naturally beautiful girls at the dinner party where the aristocrats gather. In fact, most of the men and women who were able to attend the banquet were of outstanding appearance, and although most of them wore masks, Cons. Dante wondered why the young girl had come to him.

"Have we met?" Constance Dante was a little surprised.

"No, it's just your eyes that caught me." The girl tilted her head to look at him, her long hazel hair hanging down the side of her face, like a waterfall, and quipped, not at all the shyness of a girl. "Sylvia, my name."

Her beauty in the light of the banquet also moved Constance Dante, this is indeed a very beautiful girl, and the prosperity of the whole banquet cannot be compared with the smile on her face. It's just that she didn't participate in the nobles' ball, but she was interested in herself, and Constance-Dante was naturally a little surprised.

"Let's shake hands when we meet for the first time!" The girl stretched out her hand to look at the masked man who was older than herself, and it made Constance Dante feel a little difficult to deal with. But she was wearing a mask, and the girl named Sylvia couldn't see her expression at all.

In this situation, Constance Dante could not let the girl just stretch out her hand, so he had to prepare to shake hands symbolically with each other.

But at the moment of shaking hands, Sylvia pulled Cizer a little harder and leaned close to his ear, "First time we meet, please take care of me, Your Highness the Knight King!" ”

Her breath was fragrant and warm, and her voice was soft and tactful, but it made Cons Dantin's whole body shake for a moment, it stands to reason that only a few people should know about his arrival, and how could she know his identity now.

At this moment, huge ceremonial flowers burst in the air, illuminating the peaks and rifts, attracting the attention of the people at the banquet, while the bell rang in the church that was hiding somewhere.

"It's time, the prom begins!" Sylvia pulled Constance Dante, the gauze skirt flew, the heel ticked, and Constance Dante passively followed the girl in the crowd.

"Who the hell are you?" Knowing his identity, Constance Dante didn't believe that it would be an ordinary little girl. Looking at the girl in front of him, Constance Dante saw that the other party had the same lake-blue eyes as himself, but they were as deep as the sea.

"You can try to guess," Sylvia said with a smile as cheerful music played in the auditorium.

The interior of the auditorium is extremely beautifully decorated, with intricately carved columns resembling a forest of white marble, and frescoes everywhere that can be painted. Layers of white doors opened in front of them, and each one was a new style.

When the last door opened, Consdante was presented with an otherworldly scene, and out of the door came masked nobles, men and women, holding hands with each other.

Needless to say, Constance, Dante could have guessed that it was a ball, and all the nobles were having fun. It's strange that the senators of Trebizond actually let themselves here.

Is he secretly looking at himself, Constance Dante glanced around with some wariness.

But Sylvia in front of her suddenly burst out laughing. "No, there's no need to be so nervous, Your Highness."

The music is a typical Western style, although there is hatred with the Rastins, but the westerly wind is simply unstoppable, and even the army that now depends on it is imitating the Western military system.

"Ready to go!" Playfully winked at Constance Dante, the girl who couldn't see through Constance Dante at all took Constance Dante's hand.

At this time, the other nobles also arrived, and everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of the ball, which was a court dance of men and women.

"As my dance partner, can Your Highness give me this honor?" Before Constance Dante could reply, Sylvia put on her mask and walked into the ball with Constance Dante without saying a word......

On the second floor, a group of solemn-looking patriarchs looked at the scene below and were very dissatisfied. They were all already old men, some of them were half of their bodies in the ground, and with them was King Angelos.

"What nonsense, when is this, and it's still like this!?" Finally there were people who were dissatisfied, they couldn't get used to listening to the Rastin tunes.

Especially now that they saw the young nobles below, both men and women, each of them was as impeccable as a pearl and jade, and they looked graceful and luxurious in their gestures. But the demeanor they exuded was completely the court style of the Western countries. If it weren't for the fact that the building still retains the Herod of the New Roman Empire, it would have been a make-up party in the West.

But looking at these things in front of him, Angros didn't say anything, just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Some things can't be changed at all, aren't they?" Besides, it's better to have a dance party here than to let these young people with excess energy mess around outside. ”

Angelos's words, although ugly, have his truth, and the very unhappy senators can't say anything, after all, their final goal is the knight king.

"And your majesty, who we want to meet?"

"Don't worry, you'll see." Anglos said in a deep voice.

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"Your Highness the Knight King, I'm very interested in you." Sylvia leaned into Consib's ear and said.

Constance Dante was stunned, the two were still dancing to the music, although they had long been rusty, but Constance Dante still remembered how the court dance used to be.

"It's really surprising to say that His Royal Highness the Knight King can actually dance, and he dances very well." Sylvia said with a sneer, then pouted in frustration. "You were expecting me to teach you!"

"If you can, can you call me the Knight King?" Constance Dante whispered, after all, he should be a secret in Trebizond.

But Sylvia tilted her head to the side in surprise and asked, "Why, what does it matter, we all already know you're here!" (To be continued.) )