Chapter 68

Summer mornings always come early. It's only five o'clock in the morning, and there is already a faint light on the horizon. The heat hasn't come up yet, and the weather is cool and pleasant. Compared to the cold and long winter nights, people always like to get up early and go out in such mornings.

Before six o'clock, the city of Muni was already lively. The soldiers on the city walls, patrolling back and forth. The civilians in the army are shouting trumpets and carrying supplies. In front of the low house next to the wall, there are steaming breakfast stalls. There are freshly baked breads, pancakes that Yankees love to eat, and broths with oil splashes. As long as there are twenty copper sanis, whether it is a strong man or a burly mercenary man, he can eat a waist and belly.

Gentlemen with raffer collars and high hats walked down the street in twos and threes, and the beautiful carriage slowly followed behind them, always obeying the call of their masters. The ladies and ladies in beautiful dresses lingered in cloth shops and ready-to-wear stores where new goods had just been put on last night, chirping and making a lot of noise.

The weather was not bad for the refugees living in shacks on the streets. The men go out early in the morning to look for jobs to see if they can get lucky and get caught by a rich employer. As long as he worked for a day, he could bring back a large piece of black bread and a small piece of meat to his own women and children.

Women are busy taking care of the elderly and children. The little food left from last night was given to the man who had to work, and the extra bit was also close to the old man and children, and he had to go hungry. Fortunately, the weather is not cold, and it is not too difficult. Unlike winter, as long as you don't eat, you will freeze and shiver.

Flipping through the calendar, it's already the fifth of May.

It stands to reason that today is the traditional Lulian Feast of the Net. Every year to this time, the coastal port. Thousands of sails gathered. Each fishing boat is freshly painted, hung with a mermaid bow statue, raised its sails, and after a prayer of sacrifice, it heads out to sea to catch golden salmon.

The end of the day's fishing. Each award will be selected for each class of fishing vessel. The noble lords presented prizes to the best and luckiest fishermen, and people sang and danced and reveled all night long. Until dawn.

But now, the Feast of the Nets is just a broken bubble. The coastal ports have almost all fallen into the hands of the Firetes. The south of the city of Medin was scorched and devastated. To the north of Medin City, people are also living in fear. Where is there any thought about the Feast of the Net.

However, today's Muni City is particularly lively.

Some time ago, the Mooney City Guard led by General Fano. rushed to the front line, and fought several battles that were small in scale but with remarkable results, which severely frustrated the arrogance of the Phillip.

With the Momiji Knights on the left flank and the Twelfth Legion on the right flank gaining a foothold, the situation north of Medin City looked a lot more stable. A few days ago, the flow of refugees pouring out of the north gate like carp crossing the river has been much less than usual. Many people have postponed their plans to flee, and many caravans from neighboring provinces have ventured in.

Everyone gathered every day under the announcement of the battle report in the Ignorant Hall. Talk. The morale is high, and I hope that General Fano can come to a big victory. Stabilize the situation in the city of Muni once and for all.

And today is the day when General Fano's rear army will go on the march. The army had already been assembled in Blackstone Town, thirty kilometers south of Muni City, but it was only because of the need to establish a transportation route from Muni City to several territories along the front line, coupled with the lack of logistical supplies and transport convoys, that they did not follow Fano to the front line.

Now, however, the supply line has been established. Lords along the way. They all took the initiative to cooperate, and the army cleared out the bandit groups entrenched nearby, and arranged a defensive line in the southeast direction, and set up a beacon tower that stretched for hundreds of kilometers to prevent the Feilie people from sneaking in from the mountains over there.

That's done. Just wait for the supply to be completed, and the rear army will set off!

By the time they reached the front, General Fano would have plenty of troops. With the cooperation of the Momiji Knights and the Twelfth Legion, who said that Lulian would definitely fall?

Everyone in the big guys thinks so and looks forward to it. To this day, where can I still stay at home, I set off early for the South Gate camp.

The rear army is far away in Blackstone Town, and the ceremony of sending troops is in the camp south of the city.

Walking on the road, the big guys are talking a lot.

The Knights of Lulian Guard of Honour is definitely going to play. And, as always, they were at the head of the line.

The honor guard is the most beautiful knightly team in Lulian, and everyone can't get tired of watching it no matter how many times they see it.

They were all the most handsome and tall young men, usually tall, dressed in black and red uniforms, wearing high hats, with long swords pinned to their waists, riding fat and strong Frisian horses, and marching in procession down the street with the high strides characteristic of such horses...... Gee......

Not to mention anything else, those ladies and ladies, how many times didn't they faint screaming?

After the guard of honor, there is the trumpet team.

The large size carried by three people is eight meters long. The front is thick and the back is thin, and it is glittering with gold. The trumpeter walked at the rear, puffed out his cheeks and blew vigorously, and more than 30 trombones sounded together, and the sound could be heard for dozens of miles! The pigeons of the whole city, the birds of the woods outside the city, and the larks in the clouds, were all so frightened that they fluttered and flew wildly, and the scene was extremely magnificent.

After the trumpet team, there is the gong and drum team and the majestic flag team.

The guys in the gong and drum team are a group of five big and three rough men, beating the drums desperately. I wanted to suppress the sound of the trumpet team when I went back, but I lost to others when I went back. It's the small drum that walks at the back, which is exciting. The beat of the drum and the sound of the horse's hooves behind echo each other, and the more you listen to it, the more exciting it becomes.

The majestic flag team is also good-looking. Dozens of red flags, bigger than a house, waved in the air and rolled in the wind, like fire. The firebee coat of arms of the Loulian family has been flying on this land for hundreds of years and will not fall in the future. Grand Duke Adolf will surely come back alive.

In addition, students from the three major training camps will also appear.

These young, energetic knights, from the day they entered the camp, had high expectations. The people of Muni City are all their fans, and they are very fond of the star students. Although everyone knows that in terms of strength, these young people are still far from knights who have actually been on the battlefield. I don't know why. Everyone has special expectations for them.

The big guys all believe that once they set foot on the battlefield, many heroes will emerge among these young people. Maybe it's a wise general who strategizes, or maybe it's a warrior who is a hundred. Or maybe it was the hero who went deep behind enemy lines to capture the flag. Their future has infinite possibilities, and now, they only need one opportunity.

It was not yet half past six, and the square outside the main gate of the South Gate camp was already crowded with people. At a glance, it is densely packed with moving heads.

People were talking as they looked at the closed gates.

Residents who didn't eat breakfast, beckoning to the hawkers in the crowd; Meet an acquaintance. Warm greetings and greetings. The attic roofs of the surrounding houses are also full of people. Some naughty hairy boys even climbed onto the roof of the carriage of the nobles on the side of the road.

Seeing a dirty boy sneaking into the crowd under the chase of a coachman, causing a burst of scolding from the people, the royal historian Alvin smiled slightly and turned his head to look around.

Where Alvin is. It is a huge square terrace in the South Gate Square facing the barracks gate.

The terrace belongs to a famous hotel called "Hera".

The whole hotel is a square "Hui" shaped building. It is three storeys high and is made of white stone throughout. The elaborate sculptures, the huge stone columns, the high spires at the four corners and the opulent rooms inside are unmistakable indications of the Renaissance classical style.

It has long been a meeting place for the nobles of the city of Muni. Many noble lords from other places. Will choose to stay here. And with their arrival, local celebrities and gentlemen will also come to visit. Naturally, the business of the hotel is also good. The daily traffic is bustling and lively.

However, after the outbreak of war. Hera's business plummeted. After all, extravagant enjoyment is not as important as life. The rich people who can go are gone. In fact, even the owner behind the hotel hasn't shown up for a long time. It is said that he has gone to the imperial capital.

But in the past few days, the Hera Hotel has regained its former prosperity. Almost every room has been occupied. The carriage that travels between the Sky Magic Ship Tower and the hotel has almost no time to rest. A mysterious and distinguished guest, as if an appointment, gathered here.

Although it is difficult for civilians to know the identities of these guests who stayed in the hotel in unmarked carriages. However, this was no secret to well-informed aristocrats.

Alvin is one of them.

As a royal historian, Alvin was part of the House of Heraldry, and his job was to observe and document important events in the empire as a bystander.

For a historian like him, there were two hundred heraldic courts. Each of them has undergone long-term and rigorous professional training. Not only does he have a pair of sharp eyes, but all of them have academic attainments comparable to that of a university scholar and have a wide range of knowledge. Heraldry, in particular, is extremely proficient.

For a hundred years, generations of historians, with their eyes and pens, have witnessed and recorded every thrilling whirlpool in the long history of the empire. Whether it is the battle of Chongdà, the change of the political situation, the attack of the lords, or the inheritance of the princes and nobles, and the birth, old age, sickness and death, they are all the objects of their records.

Alvin had come to Lulian four days earlier on a Sky Magic Ship.

In fact, this trip to the south, Alvin was somewhat reluctant.

From the point of view of a historian, the current Lulian can be swept into the pile of history. Archduke Adolphus was under siege, and Lulian had effectively lost the ability to continue resisting. Moreover, the Longmen defense line in the east had already been lost, and it was only a matter of time before Philip advanced north and south, and it was only a matter of time before Lulian was captured.

This is a historical process, and there is no need to witness it at all. The torrent of the general trend, no one can stop it, who will pay attention to a few small fish in the torrent?

As a historian, Alvin is more willing to see a huge turning point, and is more willing to stand at the crossroads of fate to record a great historical fragment that will be remembered, curious, and emotionally touched by future generations. Instead of making a long journey, come to this remote southern province and write a text similar to the future war report.

If he could follow his wishes, Alvin would prefer to stay in the imperial capital.

Lulian is just one of a series of dominoes in the political situation in the Saint-Soran Empire. If this domino falls, it will trigger an even bigger tsunami. The royal family, the Holy See, the cabinet headed by Donald, and the nobles led by the four major families are all secretly exerting their efforts. As a historian, if you can't be in the time when the imperial capital has already been turbulent. In the meantime, I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life.

However, the task was assigned by the Grand Historian, and there was no room for shirk. Alvin simply packed a few clothes, and hurriedly took the empty demon ship to Lulian.

Originally. Alvin just wanted to complete the mission as best he could, and then rush back to the imperial capital. However, as soon as he arrived, he spotted some unusual signs with the keen intuition of a historian. For example, at this moment......

Alvin turned his head to see that the terrace was already full of gorgeously dressed dignitaries.

This huge platform of the Hera Hotel is the best place in terms of location and sight of the South Gate Square, and as such, since it was built. It was a standpoint for aristocrats to watch various ceremonies, jousting and holiday celebrations.

This time, as usual.

Early in the morning, more than 200 Muni City police officers took control of the square. At least tens of thousands of civilians gathered in the square, and everywhere was overcrowded. But no matter how crowded and turbulent the crowd was, no one approached the terrace of the Hera Hotel. All civilians, all the sensible and patio sergeants. Keep a distance of more than one meter.

With the arrival of horse-drawn carriages, the nobles on the terrace. It's getting more and more.

Their bright costumes, well-groomed skin, and graceful demeanor contrasted sharply with the muddy and noisy civilians in shabby linen clothes around the terrace. There are several of them. Particularly noteworthy.

On the left side of the terrace, three women in white robes with green trim stood.

It was the messenger of the Temple of the Holy Maiden. The female envoy in the lead, about forty years old, embroidered with three white hell flowers on her robe. The coat of arms of the goddess holding the staff of the Serpent is clear and eye-catching. Obviously, this is a third-level female envoy of the Holy Maiden's Temple. Status: Revered.

Secondly, not far behind him, several men were whispering.

Judging from the marks embroidered on the large coffin that accidentally appeared during the walk of the guards beside these nobles, Alvin was shocked to find that these people were actually members of the four major families.

And on the right side of the terrace, an old nobleman in his fifties looked solemn. He stared at the barracks gate, his fingers tapping lightly on the railing from time to time. This subconscious action exposed the restlessness in his heart.

Anyone who participated in the recent celebration of victory will be familiar with the royal messenger, Count Cousins, who stood beside Archduke Adolf.

At that time, on behalf of His Majesty Edward I, the Earl of Cousins was rewarded and canonized one by one for the meritorious men of the Battle of Medin City, which attracted much attention. And after the victory celebration, he did not leave. And as a guest of the Grand Duke Adolf, he fully witnessed the changes in the situation in Lulian.

Not far from Cavins, several local nobles and bishops of the region were surrounding Archbishop Wallace of Loulian.

In the eyes of Alvin, who had visited Loulian a few years earlier, the archbishop, who was over sixty years old and had ruled the Loulian Curia for decades, was still as calm and majestic as he had been a few years ago. Facing the believers below, he frequently raised his hand to signal, with a faint smile on his face, and he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations.

This is an old fox.

Here's what Alvin had to say about Wallace.

With his understanding of the situation in Lulian, if it were someone else, I am afraid that he would have been forced to choose a side long ago. And Wallace, until now, is still the object of the Lanrith family, the royal family, and the local aristocracy. He was like a clever acrobat, walking on a rickety tightrope. It seems dangerous, but in fact it is as stable as Mount Tai.

But...... Alvin was a little curious.

As we all know, this time Schilling went south on behalf of the Lanris, in addition to being angry for the humiliated Lord Scarlett and challenging Roy, he also wanted to take Wenger with him.

Speaking of Wenger, this little viscount of Lulian has long been notorious in the circle of imperial nobility. Secretly communicating with bandits, robbing money and destroying mouths, and having a lot of blood debts. According to the minds of the Solan nobles, such people should be sent directly to the gallows. However, in the matter of Wenger, it involved the struggle at the top.

Whatever crime Wenger committed, the Lanrithians will take him away. This is a proclamation, a demonstration. They want to tell the nobles of Saint-Solan about the difference between the Lanris family and the Lanrith family and the Lanrith family.

Wenger's crime was exposed, and it was the Holy See who took the lead. When Wenger was first given the right to judge, Wallace was quite glamorous for a while. And the seizure of Wenger's family wealth also made the pockets of the Loulian Holy See bulge a lot. However, with the change of situation and the arrival of Schilling, Wenger gradually turned into a hot potato.

Wallace, who has always taken the balanced line, what choice will he make in dealing with Arsene Wenger?

It was a fair trial, sent to the gallows, and won the respect of the commoners and nobles of Lulian for himself. Or bow to reality, when Archduke Adolphus is already under siege, completely fall to the Lanris family, and sacrifice Wenger to add to Schilling?

Alvin didn't know what Wallace would choose. But he knew that today, this qiē would have a result.

Alvin's gaze swept over the faces of the people gathered in the hall.

In addition to the envoys of the Holy Virgin Temple, representatives of the four great families, the Earl of Cousins and Wallace, on this terrace, hundreds of well-dressed nobles gathered. Among them, representatives of almost the entire circle of nobility of the empire gathered. Some came from the neighboring provinces of Sinasiri and Saxony, some from the imperial capital, and even the farthest north of the empire. gathered together, in groups of three or five, there were many discussions.

Alvin's heart began to beat faster.

In his arms, a report was placed. This report was given to him by the local observer of the Heraldic Courtyard in Lulian as soon as he arrived in the city of Muni. It records in detail the changes in Muni City during this time, and analyzes and judges the trend of the situation.

According to the report, a big change is about to happen in the city of Munich!

It is reported that many nobles in Muni City have secretly taken refuge in Schilling. And this second-level butler of the Lanris family has become the de facto controller behind Muni City.

For the Lanriths, whether it is to teach a little handyman who has offended the Longwei of the Lanris family without knowing the sky, or to take away Wenger, who has been convicted of colluding with bandits, it is not as shocking as them sitting leisurely in the city of Muni, turning their hands into clouds and raining their hands, and burying the life of Archduke Adolf.

As soon as this matter is completed, I am afraid that no one in the aristocratic circle of the Saint Soran Empire will dare to offend the Langris family openly. And the royal family will also be mired in internal and external troubles because of the death of Archduke Adolf and the defeat of Lulian. As long as the trust and support of the nobles were lost, it was only a matter of time before Edward abdicated.

And today, it is the day when the rear army of the Fano Army will go on the march. It was also a crucial day for the conflict between the nobles of Mooney City and Eugene to intensify. On the question of whether the rear army can advance smoothly and whether the logistical supply can be completed on time, the two sides no longer have any room for compromise.

Whether it is the aristocrats who completely rebelled with one heart, or Eugene's iron-fisted suppression, or any other changes, it is only in front of us!

Alvin was thinking about it when he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from the corner of the street.

"Schilling is here!"

With the exclamation of a nobleman, everyone looked over.

The red sun of the early morning has risen. The square in front of the barracks gate was crowded with people. Schilling, dressed in silver armor, accompanied by Kevin and dozens of knights, roared over. In front of this iron current, the crowd was like a wave split by the bow of a ship, quickly parting to both sides...... I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival. Happy Valentine's Day...... (To be continued......)