"It's... It's breathtaking. ”

Standing under the tower, Loren looked up at the bustling, well-guarded city gates and the castle on the hillside in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Once the capital of the entire Duchy of Byrne, the Red Blood Fortress was naturally the most magnificent city in the whole of Byrne, and many years ago the inner city walls were no longer sufficient, which led to the rise of the lower city, and the strong walls became the residence of the nobility and high society.

The lower part of the Red Blood Castle is a settlement outside the city walls, with bazaars, residences, merchants, taverns, inns, and all kinds of workshops, most of which are the residences of commoners and artisans, and the stalls are not even as prosperous as Ebolden.

In addition to wines of different vintages from the vineyards of the various counties, even the wild treasures of Lothair, the amber of the ancient woods, the metalwork and slate of the dwarves, the olives of Sackland, the wool of Ellemont, the horses of Boi and the furs of Arles... There are even the long knives of the overseas Azur elves, which can be seen here.

The Red Blood Castle and the palace at the top of the hilltop castle are by far one of the oldest buildings in the whole of Byrne and even in the whole empire, and it is rumored that the first Duke of Byrne was able to build the entire city directly on the rock face of the hill with the help of the dwarves when he built the castle.

Although this is basically just a legend in Byrne, the current Duchy of Byrne has long since lost a single dwarf, especially the tall towers and walls built directly on the mountain, which are indeed the skills that only dwarves possess.

The palace of the Red Blood Fortress sits like a spire at the top of a hill, while the church of the Holy Cross, the knights' barracks, the local wizards' college, the strongholds of various guilds and chambers of commerce, and the courtyards of the rich and noble......

Even the Governor's Palace of the Governor of Byrne is located in this exquisite and magnificent "rock castle" like a work of art.

Towering mirror-like walls, majestic towers and gates, towers and palaces...... It's hard not to be amazed not to see the Red Blood Keep, a grandeur that is completely different from Golovin's.

If you want to explain, it is more "three-dimensional" and "refined", and more aesthetically pleasing, and the degree of prosperity is still equal compared to West Sackland.

It would be a mistake to underestimate the city because of its prosperity and sophistication - compared to the flat megacities of Golovin, the historic Red Blood Fortress is truly impregnable, a strong fortress capable of facing an army of 100,000 and besieging on all sides!

At least in this era, catapults and ballistas could shatter rock walls, and wizards' spells and alchemical weapons were not enough to create an earthquake capable of destroying a mountain;

In the face of such a Xiongcheng that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, with almost no weaknesses and condescending, there seems to be no good way to break the city except to besiege and wait for the enemy to be starved to death.

In the history of the Duchy of Byne, the Red Blood Fortress has indeed experienced several sieges, including the second generation of Byne to submit to Eckhart I, according to rumors, the drag on the city of Red Blood Castle for too long is also one of the important reasons why he chose to negotiate peace with Byrne.

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But what really makes the black-haired wizard feel at the moment is not the magnificent castle and the bustling lower town, but the "dazzling" "decorations" on the city gates.

There was a whole row of prisoners hung by ropes on the city walls, scrawny as wood, of various sizes, who were hanged alive.

Among them were old men, women, young craftsmen, begging children...... All stripped naked, with an unusually conspicuous word written on the torso with plasma.

Traitor.

The closed gates were flanked by piles of bones that had been decapitated, or had been crushed and rotted in the scorching sun for too long, and their heads were stacked on top of each other, silently warning every passer-by.

In another world, this kind of thing is called "Kyokan".

It is obviously a bustling street market, but almost everyone's expression is very depressed, with their heads down and hurried steps, acquaintances do not greet each other, frowning and not daring to say a word, and even the shouts of the merchants cannot be heard;

Obviously about to enter the middle of summer, the atmosphere is depressing as if winter has arrived, cold and biting.

Even standing in the middle of the street, Loren could clearly feel the aura of restlessness, revealing a smell of fear, and everyone was in danger, as if the entire Red Blood Castle had been chained in shackles.

Feel the tense atmosphere, and the heavily armed guards patrolling the streets... The black-haired wizard knew that the tavern owner before was not exaggerating, and even "belittled" a lot.

Being able to do this means that the control of the entire city defense of the Red Blood Castle and even the lower city no longer belongs to the Turin family, and has been completely taken away by the Governor of Byrne.

The vampire murder was more than a month ago, and now the city gates are full of dead people, everyone inside and outside the castle is in danger, and the whole case has not progressed much...... This shows that the other party did not arrest criminals from the beginning, but used this opportunity to seize control of the Red Blood Castle!

So, has the situation deteriorated to this point?

Looking at the hanged bones on the city wall, Loren couldn't help frowning slightly... He had the impression that Charlotte Turin was still a resolute and decisive count, and how could he be easily disarmed by the other party in the face of Brandon and even Eckhart II, who had never flinched?

Doesn't she really know that once she loses the hearts and control of the civilians outside the city, how can the nobles in the city not die and grieve, and who will be willing to be loyal to the Turin family, who may abandon her at any time and be weak and deceitful?!

There are generally two explanations for this anomaly - that is, Charlotte Turin just seems tough, or she has lost control of the Turin family and is just a puppet;

This one is unlikely... If she had no real power, how could she come to the imperial capital in person as an earl and negotiate terms with Brandon and even His Majesty the Emperor? Even if she really wanted to, the person who really held the real power behind the puppet would not be able to indulge her in doing so.

So it's only the second one... Either the Governor of Byrne had a condition in his hand that she could not refuse, in order to blackmail her and the entire House of Turin, or... It's just that someone gave her an idea, try not to confront the Governor's Palace.

Looking at the current situation of the Red Blood Castle, it is really possible.

"Hi, what's your name?!"

Suddenly a voice sounded behind him, not very old, with a little excitement and nervousness in his immature voice.

Loren glanced back, and he had noticed the kid from the time he walked over - thin and small, with a pair of big eyes that were too shrewd, and he vaguely remembered the hat he had met in Gumu Town, and it should be in the deep forest castle right now.

Well... He's a little smaller than a hat and a little bolder.

"I've been staring at you for a long time, you're not a local!" the child suddenly shouted, smugly pointing to the black-haired wizard's face: "I know all the people around here, you must be from outside!"

"Now the Overseer of the Governor's Mansion is looking for you guys everywhere, if his people find out... Those unlucky bastards on the city wall are your example!" The little ghost fox pretended to be a tiger, and shrugged his shoulders:

"If you don't want to die too ugly, pay a sum of money, and I will cover you and no one in your vicinity shall be afraid, and I know that there is an innkeeper whose aunt's father has a son who is a guard at the governor's palace, and no one dares to check him—as long as you pay the money, I will tell you where the inn is." ”

The son of my aunt's father... His father?

"How much do you want?" The familiar conversation made Loren can't help but hook the corners of his mouth... It seems that it was a similar situation last time.

"Scared, right?" the little ghost cocked his chin triumphantly and wiped his dirty nose: "As long as I shout, the nearby patrols can hear it, and you are finished!"

"Really?"

"Huh, of course that's true......"

At the moment when the little ghost was about to open his mouth to ask for the price, the blade of the dagger had been set on his neck like a trick, and the whole person was also dragged into the air by the collar.

The cold touch on his neck made the little ghost shiver all over, and he looked at the smiling black-haired wizard in horror.

"Hmm... You can 'shout it out' now!"