On August 31, the weather was fine.

It didn't need much explanation, the coquettish and domineering size of the Frost Drill had completely shocked William and Louie. Even the two who were eager for merit understood that a weapon far superior to their opponent could inflict a huge advantage. In the last naval battle, the two sides that were originally close in combat strength relied on Tirpitz's strong firepower suppression and psychological crushing to successfully defeat the opponent.

So what surprise will Sinloth bring them this time?

Sinloth trusts William and Louie, and the two trust Cynroth equally. It doesn't make much sense to just listen to the literal figures, but since Sinloth has introduced them so solemnly, the two of them are still willing to give their friends a face-what will it be like when such a huge steel chariot gallops on the battlefield?

In anticipation, those little waiting times became insignificant.

Although the date of the expedition was postponed, William and Louie did not stop their movements. After the Battle of the North Sea, the misfortune of William's army was revealed. It's okay to fight a good battle all the time, but it is inevitable that something will go wrong when you encounter a tough battle. Taking advantage of this leisure, William stepped up the training of his army. And Louie is also relying on the connections he has accumulated in the past, constantly inviting some powerful nobles to join him and William's army.

Judging by the smile that Louie always wore at that time, things should be pretty good.

Both allies are working hard for their futures, so what is Sinloth doing?

He was shopping.

Although Mariana also wanted to come out with her, but after all, her belly was getting bigger and bigger, and she ran to Rennes completely beyond Cynlos's expectations, and how could Cynlos let her run outside all day long.

Before you know it, the midsummer is quietly passing, and the autumn harvest festival is coming, but the weather is still hot and evil, and it is not the day for pregnant women to come out.

And the same is not suitable for children to go out.

So, when the Earl went out this time, in addition to the butler who followed the steps behind him, only Madame Butterfly was by his side. Sinloth opened the paper umbrella and shrouded Madame Butterfly in shadows. After all, he was out and couldn't turn on the air conditioner too much, so the earl only slightly turned on the air conditioning of the paper umbrella.

And it is precisely because of this that Madame Butterfly, who is not a mortal, just feels a chill around her, but she does not have any special feelings.

"On such a hot day, it's not the day that the noble lady should come out."

"I haven't given Christina a gift for a long time, after all, it's the Autumn Harvest Festival, if I give her a gift, that little girl should be very happy, right?"

I went out on such a hot day, but I didn't expect it to be because of this. Xinlos was a little surprised, but he still stretched out his hand and bowed slightly to Madame Butterfly: "You are really a gentle mother, I wonder if I can be lucky enough to go with you to browse the streets of Rennes?" ”

Looking at Sinloth's slightly exaggerated and funny performance, Rosa rolled her eyes without any ladylike demeanor. The more time I spent with this earl, the more I could notice the boyishness of this guy's seemingly stable personality.

But keeping a straight face is not the way friends get along, and Madame Rosa shook her feather fan and gently placed her little red-gloved hand into the Count's outstretched palm.

"If you are, you will have to work."

“……”

The touch of the fingertips made the hearts of both of them ripple.

Seeing his embarrassed old man, Claude hurriedly lowered his head and hid the smile at the corner of his mouth.

……

The Autumn Harvest Festival has traditionally been one of the most important festivals in the Empire, as a celebration of the harvest and anticipation of the coming year. However, as far as Sinloth can see, this year's Autumn Harvest Festival, the Britannians may not have a good time.

Nanoka is good at the research and development and large-scale application of large-scale war vehicles, and the application of alchemy in agriculture is actually not a strong point for girls. However, with the help of the Jinkla and the land that covers half of Desmond, Desmond's crop production is still gratifying this year.

Elsewhere it was less fortunate.

In this era when agricultural technology is still dependent on the sky, whether there is a good harvest or not depends on the mood of the gods high above. The slightest bit of weather anomaly can be devastating to crops.

This summer was really hot.

Crops have not been improved by varieties, and there is no land to adjust precipitation, and agricultural technology is still very backward. A large number of seedlings were dead in the ground, and no matter how much the farmers watered them, it was in vain. More than 40 percent of the fields have lost yields, and some have even failed to harvest.

And even so, Britannia was in a good situation throughout the empire. It is said that some areas that were already arid have become a miserable situation of thousands of miles of red land.

And as if he felt that mortals were not miserable enough, in addition to natural disasters, various man-made disasters also followed. It was not only the invasion of the northerners of Britannia, the holy war of the infidels, and the schemes begun by the lords who were dissatisfied with their position...... All of this requires money, and all that money is naturally grafted onto the mud legs in the fields.

War, taxation. The year is not good, and it is taxed. I feel that the people are doing too well, and they have the strength to resist themselves and levy taxes.

It was not without peasant uprisings, but after all, it was a diao people. If you rebel from time to time, then how can you call it Diaomin. Anyway, the nobles had long been accustomed to it, and after the knights habitually suppressed it, most of the rebellions were suppressed quickly and resolutely.

As for the rest...... Who knows, at least not Sinloth.

The more people are faced with situations that cannot be defeated by manpower, the easier it is for people to pin their hopes on the gods and want to rely on the power of the gods to get out of the predicament in which they find themselves.

Sinloth looked at the sudden increase of people in Rennes City, his eyes glinting with worry.

The farmers brought their wives, daughters, sons. Armed with eggs, black bread, and the last valuable thing in the house, he came to the city of Rennes and offered his offerings to the gods.

Over the years, Governor Allen, for various reasons, has never fully taken Britannia into his hands, but at least in Brittany, he has developed well. At least, although the harvest is worrying, there are no starvation deaths for the time being. The peasants didn't look very good, but at least they were able to save a ration from their mouths......

The old bishop, dressed in white, held a modest scepter in one hand and an ancient holy vessel in the other. He kept muttering to himself, blessing every believer who came to pray. The ancient holy vessels gently fall on the believers, bringing the gospel of God.

"The Lord is watching you, and the Lord will hear your voice if you pray."

Hearing the bishop's words, the faithful's faces lit up with excitement. They closed their eyes and followed the leader of the black-clothed friars in Chinese with various accents, saying the words of praise over and over again.

I didn't expect Bishop Alain to get into the role so quickly.

It's a disaster for others, but it's the best chance for some of the gods. When people's material scarcity is extremely scarce, but they can't change it, they often choose spiritual sustenance.

And that's where Alain's opportunity lies.

This bishop, who had a two-sided relationship with the count, was more like a soldier than a monk, and it was in this case that he quickly took up a place in the hearts of the faithful - he did not squint at the faithful because they did not worship much, but always looked at them with love and without discrimination, just like the merciful Lord.

This alone aroused great favor among the believers. After all, although the church of this era cannot be said to be without elites, nor can it be said that there are no people who advocate simplicity, but most of the members are ......

Sinloth is fun-loving by nature, and although the burden on his body makes him unhappy, he still occasionally reveals a bit of his true nature. I wanted to be like when I was a student.,Flirt with a female classmate who has a good relationship.,Deliberately cause the other party's coquettishness.。 But Madame Rosa's reaction was really ...... Even through the gloves, when he held that soft little hand, Xinluos, who was no longer a virgin, was still in a state of disbelief.

Lady Rosa seemed to be the same, the big feather fan covered her beautiful face, and the fiery eyes revealed a trace of confusion.

Just like two idiots in love, they originally wanted to buy gifts for their daughter, but the two of them walked to the cathedral in Rennes. Looking at the newly decorated cathedral not far away, which was crowded with dense crowds, the dazed Cynlos shuddered and came to his senses.

It dawned on him how stupid it was to bring a witch like Rosa and an immortal like Claude to the front of the church. Even if the two don't care, they still can't hide the stupidity of the matter itself.

Thinking of this, Cinnlos hurriedly withdrew his wandering gaze, he lowered his head, and hurriedly turned to leave. In a hurry, Cynroth let go of Lady Rosa's little hand. The fiery lady shook her head and looked at Count Fanzhuo who was fleeing in embarrassment in front of her, and a slight smile appeared in her fiery eyes.

Duchess lifted the hem of her skirt and quickly followed Cynroth's pace. As an excellent butler, Claude naturally will not walk side by side with the master. It's just that when he was a few places behind and wanted to catch up with Sinloth, he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked in the direction of the church. I saw several people carrying a stretcher and walking towards the inside of the church.

At the head was a female monk dressed in yellow, and a green boy dressed as a low-ranking clergyman. Claude only glanced at the other party, but he had already caught the attention of the yellow nun. She glanced back coldly at Claude, who was dressed as a butler, and said nothing, leaving straight away with the stretcher.

“…… Is it the family of a patient who came to pray for blessings? ”

Claude whispered, but the perfect and dashing butler didn't have time to waste here. He threw away the distractions in his mind, parted the crowd, and quickly followed the pace of the two counts.

……

"Put it here."

The yellow nun motioned for the attendants to place the stretcher on the bed in the clergy's lounge, and after doing this, without the nun's orders, the attendants had already bowed down and retired.

There was no nonsense during the period, showing superb professionalism. Because of the austere nature of the bishop, the furnishings in the lounge are not ornate. But it's generous enough. It's just that sometimes excessive leniency is not a good thing—for a moment there are only the yellow-robed nuns, the green-haired friars, and the short-haired man on the stretcher who exudes suppressed moans from time to time, and the scene is extremely depressing.

The short-haired man looks very young, but there is a sharp aura between his eyebrows, which makes people dare not underestimate him. It's just that the young man in front of him is bloodless at this time, and he is lying on the bed in pain, covered with large and small bandages.

A trace of white power exuded a warm glow, constantly surging on his body, but the magic that should have been able to easily heal injuries was useless to the man in front of him. On the blood-stained bandage, the beads of blood that were constantly seeping out could be faintly seen.

The yellow-clothed nun looked at the seriously injured young man in front of her, her eyes full of solemnity.

"Your Excellency, look at Lane......" The green-haired boy stopped talking, and he looked at his companion on the stretcher, his eyes full of worry.

In order not to blame a certain Highness too much, Lane has been begging him to hide his injuries from everyone. But only the teenager who had been treating him knew how bad the other party's condition was.

No matter how much he used all the magic he knew over and over again, the huge wounds on the other party's body showed no sign of healing. If it weren't for Lane's talent and anger's support, Lane would have ...... And even so, Lane may not survive for long.

Kevin couldn't imagine if Lane ...... What kind of expression will the prince be. And even if it was just the friendship between his comrades, he would not allow Lane to die here, in an inexplicable battle.

However, he really had no choice. In desperation, he had no choice but to activate the secret code for help unique to the Church's canonized province. Rennes, as the capital of Britannia, will naturally have high-ranking clergy stationed there. If he had turned to them for help, perhaps Rien would have been saved...... Although it may cause a lot of trouble, Kevin can't manage it so much.

It's just that as one of the most prominent young friars of the Church of the Cross of his generation, Kevin knows the ......

Praise the Lord! There are even members of the Right Seat of God in Rennes!

Although he is still very young, Kevin, as a low-level monk who is focused on cultivating within the church, naturally knows many secrets that ordinary people do not know. The supreme authority of the entire Crucifixion is naturally the College of Cardinals, which is composed of all cardinals, and His Excellency the Pope, who exists as the leader. But in fact, there is also a mysterious organization that, at certain necessary moments, can directly bypass the Pope and fully mobilize all the resources of the colossus of the Crucifixion.

Kevin didn't know who they were, and to put it bluntly, he couldn't say anything. But he knew that every member of the Right Seat of God was above all the monks in terms of scripture, personal strength, and other aspects. If even they can't do it, then ......

"Your Excellency." Seeing the solemnity of the yellow nun, Kevin, who also knew how troublesome Lien's injury was, was afraid that the other party would be able to solve it, but he gave up because the cost was too great, and couldn't help adding: "Lien is the son of His Excellency Prime Minister Osborne......"

"Shut up!"

The brooding nun in yellow suddenly roared, Kevin didn't dare to question it, and quickly lowered his head and knelt on one knee. But at the same time, the young priest also secretly watched the movements of the yellow-clothed nun out of the corner of his eye.

The yellow-clothed nun looked at the seriously injured man in front of her, and her expression flashed with a little pain. It was as if something in his mind was struggling to wake up, turning the normal memories into a mess. Feeling some strange force that was constantly preventing the wound from healing, the growing pain made the yellow nun can't help but cover her head, and after a long time of belating, a great soul finally began to wake up.

"It's ...... Primate Killer ......"

……

In the dimly lit carriage, a woman in a normal traveler's suit lifted her hood to obscure her face. Her countenance was completely shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see it realistically. And a small blue bird in the woman's hand was blinking at her, staring blankly.

After a long time, the woman crushed the bird in her hand. Seeing it turn into a scattered point of light, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"As the acting Speaker of the Witch Council, the Great Witch Kama sends a letter to all witches and magicians.

Because of the increasingly severe international situation, the prophets of the astrologer have already predicted the signs of chaos. As a precautionary measure, a Level 2 Alert Order is issued to everyone. The gates of the Swamp have been opened as an exception, and all witches and magicians below the median level must return to the Swamp immediately. ”

"It's really unprecedentedly harsh, it's been a long time since I've seen a mass message of this level of rhetoric." The woman recalled the content in her heart, and sighed softly: "It's like saying that the little who are having fun outside, if they don't want to die, they will all go back to the nest honestly for the old lady...... What should we do? ”

The woman seemed to be in some distress, and she sat down on the ground. The woman bit her fingers as if she was thinking of a way to crack it. At the same time, a cute big tail also stretched out of her robe, restlessly moving around on the ground.

The orders of the Witch Council are mandatory, so what should I do...... Ming Ming and Lawrence...... Sure enough, the witch is cursed.

Ha, that's funny.

"Helo, did you find it?"

Just as the woman was thinking, a low call came from outside the carriage. Helo's tail jerked up, and she grabbed a few boxes casually and hurried out of the carriage.

"We're coming, Lawrence, what are you urging...... It's all your fault, you pressed things to the bottom. ”

In the face of Helo's complaints, the white-haired young man smiled generously, but he didn't care that Helo's wicked people sued first. He took the boxes from Helo's hand, which were obviously very old, and placed them in front of the two nobles in front of him.

"Lord Van Zhuo, Madame Habsburg, this is a good thing that I have found with great difficulty."

Sinloth took the box from Lawrence, but Rosa didn't say anything. She tilted her head as if listening to something, and it was a long time before she turned her gaze to Helo's.

Harrow shook her head and didn't speak.

Did you hear that, Helo?

Ah, so Karma just likes to make a big fuss......

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(To be continued.) )