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On the cross made of dead wood, through the bloodstained chains, the little girl in white clothes and black hair was tied to the top of the cross, and behind her, the morning sun had just risen.

The girl's eyes were always wide open, and she looked at the knight who galloped over, the lonely knight came from far and near, and beside the girl, an infinite tide of black people came out from the depths of the earth, these people burned in the light of the morning sun, and stabbed the same burning blade at the girl.

The dim spear, lit up, the blood-stained armor, shattered, the glorious war horse, also desperately dragged by the black crowd, could not move forward any longer, the knight rolled off his horse, picked up the broken spear, like a mad infantry with a bayonet, savagely, desperately, and at all costs, slaughtered the black crowd, and stumbled to the girl's feet.

The knight's legs left his body, the knight's back, breaking through the burning wounds, behind the knight, a group of wolves pounced on the burning black shadow, and the knight's neck burst out of a bright red blood spring.

The knight knelt, grasped the spear in one hand, and raised it fiercely upwards, grabbing the chains on the girl's feet.

The sound of sharp weapons breaking through flesh and blood came one after another, and both the knight and the girl who was tightly bound by the barbed chains burst out with a piercing bright red that symbolized the disintegration.

Their blood mingled together, staining the earth red, and wherever the blood passed, a golden flame of hope was kindled, and wherever the golden flame passed, everything was turned to dust.

In the golden firelight, the knight took the girl's hand and slowly stood up, the golden light flashed on the knight's armor, and the girl's white dress fluttered in the wind.

The golden fires spiraled out of control, burning frantically and occupying everything, and in their passes, majestic cities grew from the depths of the scorched earth, with tall buildings and light and shadows changing like the vicissitudes of life.

At the end of the music, the singing stopped, and the illusion disintegrated before everyone's eyes. Above the full seat, golden points of light fluttered slightly.

The world stands still at this moment, as if paying tribute to a thousand-year-old song.

Elizabeth was already crying, but there was no sound, only crystal teardrops, dripping from the edge of her white and tender cheeks, floating in golden points of light. At this moment, she understood, she finally understood, what is a real holy war.

This is also a holy war, from the moment she first played the "Song of Notre Dame", the person in front of her understood, not only understood the artistic conception of the holy war in her song, but also understood her heart, she was banished, from a noble princess to a beggar, for the sake of it was just a holy war that started silently in her heart. The Duchy of Orlan has been ruled by aliens for too long, so long that the war that almost annihilated the entire race has long been forgotten by her generation. Windsor is not a nobleman, she is the caretaker of Notre Dame, a captive who has never appeared in that song of holy war, and does not dare to appear, from the sidelines!

Her solo holy war, starting from Oulan, traveled thousands of miles, almost the entire world as far as her eyes could see, but she could only drift away on the gloomy path of defeat. The loneliness and depression in her heart, even the old housekeeper didn't know, except for pouring all of it into the piano music, who could she tell to?

However, all of a sudden, a silver-haired man, a pampered aristocratic son in the country of anointed beams, a man who did not know where to inherit an easy errand and did nothing all day long with the title of an imperial official, a man who spent extravagantly in order to buy three worthless little girls who could only dance, and a stranger who had completely unknown her, became the first and possibly the last bosom friend in her twenty years of life.

She understood, she understood, the young man in front of her was to respond to loneliness with loneliness, and to respond to holy war with holy war!

She doesn't even need to ask the name of this song, is there a more appropriate name for "One Man's Holy War"?

“thankyou.” It was the only word Elizabeth could utter at the moment, the only voice she could utter at the moment. She is not a girl who does not know what to do, she knows that there is no her in that song, the girl with black hair and white dress, is not destined to be Windsor.

However, she doesn't care about this, she and him, as long as there is spiritual communication, understanding and reliance, it's okay, the girls of the Windsor family are saints, each of them is, they are all firm and devout believers, and each of them is not a little lonely, a mortal woman who can be defeated.

She and him, as long as they can be bosom friends, are enough. She is satisfied, in the past few years, she has traveled all over the desert mountains and rivers, sold art, begged for food, and even almost was caught by thieves and defiled her body.

She doesn't believe that such a divine music can always exist in the world, the world is alive, and there are hundreds of millions, but how many people are as lucky as her?

The full house of guests, after ten breaths of silence, broke out the most fierce scream, which is no longer a word like applause, which can describe the madness of flying.

Fortunately, there is no so-called "encore" in this era, after Yinchen's swan song, there is no need to stay on the stage, and it is impossible for people who have seen his unimaginable wealth to throw gold ingots at him to express their worship and love for him, not to mention, the direction he walked in when he stepped down from power was Zhao Lingfeng, the "little iron pimple true king" who was "indifferent and indifferent for ten thousand years".

Elizabeth bowed deeply to Yinchen, which was a symbol of the etiquette of admitting defeat, but no one cared, in fact, if Yinchen couldn't win like this, then the quyi culture in this world may have really come to an end, and there is no room for development.

"Central Plains Culture, it's really amazing, I really took it this time. Elizabeth said softly in the Central Plains, that is, Chinese, reaffirmed her position, she turned around and faced Xiao Yinfei: "The girl's skills are already considered to be harmonious, but there is still the possibility of further run-in in Shen Yun. After speaking, he gently made a hand-holding salute commonly used by people in the Western Regions, this action seems to have been completed inadvertently, but the meaning behind it is quite profound, this etiquette represents the official parting, that is, Elizabeth no longer intends to stay in the residence provided by the imperial court.

This means that she no longer accepts Pershing City's official fighting songs, meeting friends, learning and communicating, and she and Xiao Yinfei, and those old musicians in the court, the coffin is closed, and the door of opportunity is unilaterally closed by her.

"Wait, girl!" As expected, the old musicians panicked at the sight of Elizabeth's apparent movement, and one of them even stood up very abruptly, trying to keep Elizabeth and their own glory. The emperor means that whose music can be better than Elizabeth, who is the number one qin master in the world, and those who are not masters will not be able to live well in the court, and the old musicians have not been able to win, so what awaits them is probably not just such an obvious thing as cutting the salary.

Elizabeth's body stiffened slightly, the smile on her face faded, and she quickly changed into a noble hypocritical face, and asked calmly and coldly, "Is there anything wrong with Sir?"

"The girl is skilled, Fang hasn't asked for advice yet?" said the old musician a little shamelessly, and the audience, especially the prince and the young celebrity, were booed.

"Sir, when have you ever believed in your own music? If you don't believe it, you will be ruthless, and if you are ruthless, you will have no fun, but the old gentleman will figure it out, right?" said Elizabeth, turning around and walking lightly off the stage.

After the climax, there is bound to be weakness. After the interpretation of the silver dust breaking through the sky, the rest of the fighting songs, performances, return gifts, etc., compared with the previous masterpiece of this pearl and jade, it is almost unbearable noise, and the party lasted less than a quarter of an hour, and it was completely declared over in the impatient departure of the prince of Zunwang.

The old musicians didn't even have the opportunity to go on stage to perform the "finale masterpiece" that they had been practicing hard for a year.

【June 15, Showa 8, Early Morning】

The frenzied fourteenth night finally ended in a chaotic reflection of wine, and when Silver Dust and Elizabeth came out of the Silver Green Pavilion, they were already starry. The two take the three bouncing little girls to Silverdust's manor, and Elizabeth claims to be Silverdust's special musician.

After throwing Elizabeth a bunch of Canonicle's sheet music, Yinchen fell asleep by herself, but the next morning, she was called up, saying that it was summoned by the emperor.

Entering the deep palace and seeing the saint, even if it was a simple face saint, the cumbersome etiquette still made Yinchen dizzy, and finally stopped, and Yinchen found that he and the old and fat Spirit Emperor were in a warm pavilion.

The East Warm Pavilion is very small, less than a foot and a half square. The Spirit Emperor sat tired and lazy, and Silver Dust could only stand down, bowing his head and waiting for the Spirit Emperor's words, before the magician was ready to violently defeat the Sixth Dynasty, he could only be so vain and aggrieved with this guy.

"I wonder what Your Majesty is looking for me?" Silver Dust's attitude is quite sincere, but it really lacks that awe of the totalitarian ruler, the brutal and violent rule of the Gabroyer people over the colonial star, even if it is just a few words seen on the news, will still subtly make Silver Dust have an invisible sense of superiority. He didn't think that the old man sitting in front of him was an emperor who ruled the world, but just a lucky native leader who hadn't been discovered by the Heavenly Rank mages.

"I heard that your kid is very close to the envoys of the Principality of Oulan?" The Spirit Emperor's voice was quite majestic, at least able to frighten the ordinary Liubu Shangshu, and his tone was flat, without letting people hear any joy or anger.

"I just have a personal relationship with the musician, but I am just a friend, not an unbreakable friendship, and Your Majesty must know that she is actually the daughter of an exiled nobleman. ”

"I've heard about this too. However, I also know that her influence in the Orlan envoys is not very low, but is quite valued, with her as a matchmaker, I think you kid can easily talk to the Orlan envoys, not to mention, now you have a deep friendship with the Silla envoys!" The Spirit Emperor's voice suddenly became majestic.

"I don't deny that. Yinchen said lightly, the majestic voice of the Spirit Emperor had no effect on him at all.

"Silla and Oulan have been friends for generations, and even the envoys can talk to each other, in short, you should be able to get in touch with the envoys of the Principality of Oulan. The Spirit Emperor said in an unquestioning tone.

"Does Your Majesty want anything from Oulan?" Silver Dust was already able to guess what the Spirit Emperor meant at this time.

"That's right, I want to follow the example of the Emperor and import thirteen Franc machine cannons to defend against the northerners!" It was impossible for the Spirit Emperor to keep playing dumb riddles with Silver Dust, and when he found that his majesty was of little use to this kid, he gave up continuing to pretend and instead spoke to Silver Dust in a straightforward commanding tone.

"Understood, is it just that Your Majesty has a budget?" Yinchen said quietly, he wanted to know what the Spirit Emperor had in mind when he came to him, did he want to buy a few cannons on official business, or did he want to take this pit Oulan from the head and use himself as a scapegoat by the way?

"I'll assign someone to explain it to you later, but in short, I hope you'll get thirteen Franc cannons as cheaply as possible. Oulan is far away from the Central Plains by land, and the sea route is more convenient, if you finalize the matter, I send a ship over, it can be completed in three months, and it can come in handy before the northerners continue to attack Yuliang City. Obviously, the Spirit Emperor did not ask Yinchen if he could do this, but directly ordered it in the tone of an order. In his opinion, what he said himself, especially what he said so solemnly, should be a holy decree, and it is an imperial order that cannot be disobeyed.

"Leave this matter to me. "Yinchen knows that it is useless to say anything, no matter what, even if the emperor does not give a penny, he will obediently send the thirteen Franco machine cannons, because the person in front of him is the emperor, and he is the best shield in the appearance of his legendary holy master of Yinchen.

What's more, he also wants the Spirit Emperor to tolerate his willful behavior in the upcoming class of the Hanlin Academy, and give each other a step, which can be regarded as almost, right?

Silver Dust bowed respectfully, with a very reverent attitude, but he just refused to kneel. The Spirit Emperor not only remembered his life-saving grace, but also remembered that he could contain Zhao Guangyi, who was influential among the soldiers, and was also afraid of the identity of the holy weapon forging master that he had exposed, so he naturally turned a blind eye, the Southern Empire and the slaves of Jianzhou are not the same, except for ceremonies such as sacrificing to the sky, usually the courtiers do not need to kneel when they see the emperor, as long as they salute, because kneeling and kowtowing occupies the precious time of the emperor and the courtiers, and the pillars of these countries are very busy, hundreds of thousands of dollars a second.