Melodious liturgical music played in the night sky of Constantinople, and the bustling crowds stood on both sides of the street, while the heavily armed city guards opened the way, and a red carriage slowly approached, and the emperor in the purple robe stood up to greet the people of the kingdom.

Citizens knelt down and saluted, shouting hooray!

The city's night is in full swing, with the Henry district of the New Brad Kingdom lit up with fireworks, the citizens dressed in new clothes, and children running and chasing each other.

It seems that this is a paradise on earth, and all people have forgotten the killing not long ago, the cry of Herod, and the hatred of Herod. I also forgot the catastrophe that Constantine brought to the city ten years ago.

"Long live Romania!" The people prayed loudly and earnestly for the peace of the kingdom. Most of them were immigrants who had followed the Crusaders ten years earlier, and although they were foreign commoners, they had been granted citizenship rights to the Herodians of the city, while the Herodians, who were the natives, were at the bottom of society. And there was a teenager in the crowd who watched coldly, as if everything here had nothing to do with him. One can only feel the coldness emanating from him. "Why did you bring me here?" Constance Dante asked, his eyes not hiding a look of disgust at all. Alyssa's attention, on the other hand, was completely absorbed by the lively atmosphere.

"Where's Pliskas?" Constance Dante was a little impatient.

But Alyssa's eyes suddenly turned cold, staring at Constance Dante: "Remember, your current external identity is a student of Mr., pay attention to your attitude of speaking!" ”

Constance Dante subconsciously took a step back, although the girl in front of him was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but Constance Dante could feel the kind of general possession of a killing aura. And this is not something that can be possessed by camouflage or imitation, it can be slowly accumulated by relying on endless killing.

It seems that the knight who "sniped" him in the Findel district in the first place, Consité Dante seems to remember the laughter that echoed in his ears at that time.

Up to this point, Constance Dante could not see through Pliscas, like a fog, unable to see through, and did not dare to step into it easily. With great wealth and connections, this Herod even had a mecha knight and made a fortune in Constantinople.

"Where the hell is my sister?" But that doesn't mean that Conses Dante will give in, and even if he does, the blood on his hands is no less than that of a king who has fought in all directions, and ten years ago, his hands were not as clean as Pliscas. And he cared more about Sophia at this time, and the man promised that he would bring his sister back today.

But until the evening, I was still wandering outside.

"Sir won't lie to you." Alyssa said firmly, "So don't leave me and run away on my own." The girl called out to Constance, who was about to turn away, and Dante said.

Alyssa suddenly grabbed Cons Dante's wrist and said, "Follow me!" ”

"What are you doing?"

"Go to Hagia Sophia, today the Grand Pope will celebrate Mass for everyone." Alyssa didn't look back, she didn't expect this petite body to have so much strength, and the crowd on the street gradually poured towards the largest church in Constantinople.

"The Great Pope?" Constantine sneered, after the city of Constantinople was broken, as the universal pope, that person fled to the mountains of Bolgar, at this time the pope was just a puppet supported by the kingdom, and he did not believe in Orthodoxy, but Catholicism.

This is undoubtedly the greatest irony.

Consitine looked at the huge white dome and the white tower standing in all directions, and his heart was faintly sad, this church built by Justinian the Great has spent a thousand years and is now dominated by pagans. And the leader of the Crusaders, the Count of Pierce, who had buried New Rome, was also buried in this holy church.

"His Majesty Baldwin is here too."

Whispers were heard from the crowd, and the red chariot, a symbol of supreme royal power, slowly drove up and stopped in front of Hagia Sophia.

"Your Majesty!" The red-robed archbishop held the scepter in his hand, while behind him followed the white-clad priest.

"Hallelujah." "May Jehovah bless you and Romania for a long time." Archbishop Constantine placed a laurel wreath on the head of Emperor Baldwin.

"Long live Romania!" Behind him, the king's attendants and guards raised their heads and shouted, and the townspeople took off their hats and raised their hands in cheers.

The bishop simplified the ritual and briefly gave Bible sermons.

The Archbishop of Constantine turned around and gestured, and the whitefriar behind him held the bread and wine that had been prepared long ago, symbolizing the Eucharist and the Holy Blood.

Everyone was given a small piece of bread and a small glass of wine. And all the believers were very excited, looking at the "Holy Body" and "Holy Blood" in Alyssa's hands, Considine frowned and asked, "Are you a Catholic?" ”

"No, it's just a good time!" Alyssa didn't pay any attention to Cons Dante's surprised eyes, and said, "Wouldn't it be too boring to take a stroll around the rare festival." ”

"But do you sing Latin hymns?" Constantine asked coldly, Herod's natives had long forgotten the language that originally belonged to the Romans.

"Just hum it." Alyssa's answer made Cons Dante feel a pang of despair. Are all the people around Pliskas a bunch of neurotics? Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the bishop and the emperor, and they didn't notice that the two hypocrites had mixed in.

After the majestic chanting of thousands of people, the cardinal archbishop folded his hands and blessed the participants: "Ite, Missaest. (Go, this is the gathering.) Surrounded by the whitefriars, the king and the archbishop entered the church together. "Are you here?" Constance Dante had just breathed a sigh of relief, but the voice behind him made his body tense subconsciously.

A man who looked like a scholar with silver-rimmed glasses appeared behind him silently at some point. Behind him, a man in a black robe held a sleeping girl in his arms.

It's Sophia! Constance Dante's pupils suddenly opened, and he suddenly pounced on the man.

But she was held down by Alyssa beside her, unlike the thin Cons Dante, Elisa is not only a knight but also a killer, and it is easy to subdue a powerless Cons Dante. After all, the Knight King is nothing without a mecha.

"Take your dirty hands off my sister!" Constance Dante roared like a wolf with its fangs bared. The man slowly took off the hood that covered his face.

"Constance, Dante, it's me." A familiar voice rang out.

I saw that under the black robe, a face that Kang Shi Dante never expected.

"Uncle Nikita!" Constance Dante stopped struggling and muttered.