The clergy in the carriage were witty and talkative, without the slightest of the frivolous arrogance of Marceau that all foreign county personnel regarded as rednecks, and the two ladies from Richelieu in the north of the empire did not have the inferiority complex of a small aristocratic family away from home, so the conversation was light and pleasant, and the young priest who claimed to have only been to the imperial capital three or four times told many interesting stories, and the noble lady of the Mena family also took the initiative to talk about the customs and customs of Richelieu County, and her words were full of gentle pride, and finally, under the butler's unconcealed excitement, the mother and daughter of noble origin lifted the curtain and looked at the majestic main wall of Jupiter City, and inevitably saw the tallest building in the city, Edward III Chapel, stands a huge statue called St. Urban that only theologians and veterans know, the lady who sat back picked up a book of poems that she carried with her, bowed her head and read it, quiet and patient, exuding the moving brilliance of an intellectual woman, Miss Tess also took the time to review an official textbook on magic, reporting that there was a rigorous written exam immediately after admission, she didn't want to disgrace the magic union in her hometown that had high hopes for her, she was determined to get an excellent graduation grade, and aspired to become a female tulip magician。 The priest accidentally caught a glimpse of the title of the heavy book of poems in Madame's hand, "The Blind Man's Eye", which was very interesting, and hesitated for a moment and asked, "Madame, can you lend me a reading?"

The noble lady hesitated for a moment, handed it to the priest who had always made a good impression on her, and said with a smile: "This collection of poems is only secretly circulated in our Richelieu county province, and it was brought from the Kamiu Empire, and our governor of Richelieu is having a headache about whether to list this collection of poems as a banned book, because the protagonist of the poetry collection is an honorary knight of the Rotonchild family, but it is said that His Excellency the chief himself is actually the collector of this collection of poems, so it is a headache." ”

The priest took the book of poems, was amazed, and asked, "Is it an epic poem praising the heroic deeds of knights?"

Madame shook her head and said softly, "The author of the collection of poems is a blind unknown bard, known only as Homer, and we, the readers, like to call the collection Homer's epic." This collection of poems is not about the amazing feats of the protagonist, but on the contrary, it is just some trivial things, the collection is divided into two volumes, a total of 12,000 lines, the first volume tells the story of a down-and-out knight of the White Rose Dynasty from the family of Frederick in the province of Grego, after leaving his homeland, in exile in several kingdoms for twenty years. I believe that if you can patiently read the first volume, you will definitely be moved, maybe this poor and shabby protagonist can only wear shabby armor and ride an old lame horse without doing a great thing, but he is indeed a knight with strong faith. The next volume is even more exciting, when he meets the young heir of the Rotonchild family in the province of Fetukohnay in the empire, he does not enjoy a comfortable life under the protection of obsidian, but leaves alone, walks the epic continent, and tries to help every poor and suffering person with his characteristic chivalric principles, and he silently persists for ten years, until he dies of old age and disease. On his deathbed, Homer, the last blind man he helped, a lonely bard, listened to the serene account of the old knight, who had not dishonored both Frederick and Rotonchild, and wrote this touching "The Blind Man's Eye". Oh, and I forgot to mention that the knight who did not forget to wipe the obsidian badge before he died was named Don Quixote, a great knight who was ordinary but by no means mediocre. ”

The priest held the heavy but not heavy book of poems in a daze, and his hands trembled slightly. shows a solemn emotion that makes the lady puzzled.

That year, he was just a noble young master who had just walked out of the city of Augs to meet a new chapter, and he was accompanied and cared for by his godfather Iyeta, who was still a cardinal archbishop at the time, and in his faint memory, the outcast knight who fled to the Holy Empire for fear of insulting the glory of the Frederick family was a funny bandit riding on a thin horse with a rusty iron spear, a huge helmet, fat armor, all so ridiculous, the only thing that could not be laughed was the old knight's stubborn faith, so he chose to include him in the ranks of the honorary knights of Rotonchild, which was just an inconsequential small act, I don't even have the luxury of expecting this knight who will be easily knocked out of his helmet by someone else with an axe, really loyal to Obsidian. But it was this elderly knight who, after escorting a noble young master to the monastery of Maidaiola, left silently, and spent the rest of his life, countless adventures and dedications, winning Rotonchild an unimaginable sense of sacredness, proving the true meaning of Obsidian and the song "Flowers Are Not Dead".

I am a veteran and I refuse to leave the battlefield.

Flowers are not grateful. Veterans don't die.

The monk, looking out the window at the setting sun, opened his lips and turned to ask, "Madame, do you know where this knight is buried?

The noblewoman of the Mena family regretted: "No. But at the end of the poem, the knight indirectly says to the heir of the House of Rotonchild, using the quill of the blind poet Homer: 'Young Master Augustine, you have said that there is a world where there is a foolish knight also named Don Quixote, who will regard the windmill as a dragon, and the book of horses as a Bible, and the good girl in the village as a princess, which is the most touching story that Don Quixote has ever heard. Good night to Master Augustine, who likes to read all night. ’”

Miss Tess, who had read "The Blind Man's Eye" word by word, had tears on her face every time she saw the end, and today was no exception, and she choked up: "Originally, we in the province of Richelieu hated the traitorous Rotonchild, but now we all believe that a family with Don Quixote will never commit treason! I also believe that the young master Augustine, who was always slandered and slandered as a dissolute nobleman, was the noblest noble, the most pious priest!"

Madame sighed softly, her eyes moistened, and nodded, "Every one of us who has read a collection of poems in Richelieu believes this. ”

Richelieu, the poorest county in the empire, was barren and resourceless, which led many high-ranking clergy to become archbishops in the east rather than a metropolitan in Richelieu. And generally speaking, the chief executive of a county is a fat and oily American, except for the two southern counties that have been ravaged by the iron hooves of the Titan Empire countless times, and the Richelieu county province, which needs a large amount of financial support from the empire every year, is recognized as a chore. At the annual meeting of imperial governors, the provincial governor of Richelieu County, who has no popularity, no backers, and no gold coins, is always the most speechless, and even a small middle-level official of the Imperial Capital's Finance Department dares to mock him to his face.

The priest, who had sat in the corner of the carriage and had given most of his seat to the two ladies, said a strange thing that they did not hear clearly or did not take to heart.

"Ten years at most, I will bring prosperity to the province of Richelieu. ”

The carriages, slightly cramped but neat and crisp, drove into the city of Jupiter. This is the sixth largest city in the epic continent, with a population of one million, which is simply more than the entire population of some small principalities and small city-states, any emperor is the face of the kingdom, as a holy empire that has almost risen to the richest on the continent, the main road of Jupiter City is so wide that the two ladies who have returned to the center of the empire are dumbfounded, and all kinds of luxurious carriages engraved with the sumptuous family crest pass by, and at first the lady explained to her daughter with great interest" Tess, this carriage is the Claif family, this family is rich in famous magicians", "Look, this is the carriage of the Margaret family, and the Winter Coral badge is beautiful and artistic, isn't it?" When the lady rested, Tess Liss, who had been staring at all kinds of new things with wide eyes, couldn't help but exclaim, "Mother, it's Caesargate." ”

Caesar's Gate. It is the landmark of the pinnacle of imperial glory, and only those heroes who have fought for the empire can pass through Caesar's Gate. The men who walked through here were all heroes who went down in the annals of the empire. The Rotonchild family, which has been inherited for thirteen generations, has gone through seven, including the imperial military minister who is a dragon slayer in history, both in proportion and quantity, it is one of the few in the empire. Therefore, the Luo Tong Childe family, which is not luxuriant, was able to firmly occupy the first-line family sequence of the empire.

The two men in the history of the empire who have recently received such an honor are the Prince of Otis. and Napoleon, who discovered the Gospel Continent.

The former's life is full of unbelievable, once the greatest warrior of the Empire, riding through the Caesar Gate with a proud and indifferent face, and finally the greatest traitor of the Empire, whose head is hung with the tallest statue of St. Urban. The latter had a smooth journey, and the future was bright, just like the warm smile on the face of the high priest who was always sunny.

The carriage and all the vehicles made an automatic detour, who would dare to drive straight in? Do you want to be cut off by the executioners of the Winterpine family at the guillotine of the Great Mary?

Actually, there is.

That was the greatest joy of the upper class of the imperial capital, Young Master Nero of the Pompey family. The profligate heir of this big family got drunk not long ago, and made a bet with a group of noble young masters of Jupiter City, and as a result, Young Master Nero, who has been making fun and conversation in the imperial capital for the past three years, gambled and won the right to have dinner with a little princess, and then was approached by the white-robed sheepdog of the Holy Spirit Court that night, asked to be brought back for torture, passed a scene, and then directly sent to the guillotine according to a special law of the empire. A large row of high-ranking knights wearing the splendid badge of the dragon osmanthus directly stopped the imposing high-ranking white-robed priest with their spears, knowing that among the herd of sheepdogs stood a popular overlord of the Holy See.

This fiery incident almost led directly to a large-scale direct clash between the military and the Holy See.

Afterwards, the leader of the hawkish generals, who had commanded the holy war and the war on the southern border at the same time, personally held his helmet and went to the palace to ask Jupiter the Great for his guilt, but when His Majesty the angry emperor was preparing to obey the will of the people, especially some conservative ministers to take away the military power of the Pompey family, another laughable thing happened, the lovely young master Nero, who was aspiring to be the most famous bard in the epic continent, went to Caesarmen again, read aloud his self-composed confession, and listened to tens of thousands of people, thunderous with joy, because his choice of words and sentences was too interesting, using six-tone poems, without rhyme, but the sense of rhythm was unexpectedly strong。 It is clear that Master Nero was created for recitation or chanting, and that he also played the harp to enhance the rhythm during the chanting.

The confessional, to be precise, praises all the soldiers, heroes, dragon slayers, and mages of the empire who are qualified to walk through Caesar's Gate, and the humor reveals a rare tragedy and majesty, and the audience and listeners on the streets of the empire applauded, and the flower sellers were grateful for the feat of the great noble young master, because because of him, the business skyrocketed tenfold compared to usual. At that moment, Caesar's Grand Round Gate Square was a sea of flowers and applause.

And our wise Emperor Jupiter, after listening to the complete translation of a court poet, smiled heartily, and personally issued an amnesty to Master Nero, but forbade this mad fellow to approach Caesar's Grand Round Gate for fifty years. The amnesty was conveyed to the square through the ceremonial officer, and there was another rain of flowers, and Master Nero closed the curtain with a bow and a bent over.

From that day on, Young Master Nero became the common suitor of half of the celebrities in the imperial capital.

Some married ladies and girlfriends will whisper in private: How much like the elegant duke from the city of Augs.