Chapter 347: Prologue (1) No Man's Mansion Street

Six horses and twenty-four sturdy hooves trampled over the crimson wasteland as if the sun was setting, and then suddenly entered the white stone and brick ground that was distinct from the original ground, and stopped not far away. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It should stop here, and it's impossible to keep going. In front of six handsome horses, whose coats were uniformly white, stood a tall and magnificent city wall, and closed the gate of two large gates.

The six military horses naturally did not come here on their own, and each of them had a black-armored knight on their backs, and the two of them in the first place had costume features that clearly distinguished their status from the four horsemen behind.

In the second seat was a young knight of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a purple cloak on one shoulder at the back of the black left shoulder armor sticking out from under the iron plate and hanging naturally behind. In front of him to his left was the first man, a middle-aged and heroic man, with a resolute face, a strong physique, and a bright red mantle of shoulders draped from his back on horseback.

"Who's coming?"

The guards on the castle tower saw six cavalry coming to the city, and although it was easy to see from the equipment that they were friendly troops, they still had to be confirmed. Moreover, the remaining five of the six gates of the empire can enter and exit at will, but only this main gate is not accessible to everyone.

"Dilan, please. The knight in the red cloak tilted his head and explained to the young knight.

The young knight, known as "Dilan", nodded, then looked up at the guard on the tower of the city who was questioning and announced loudly: "Imperial Marshal, Your Excellency Miridrian has come to meet you by edict!"

Hearing this, not only the guards who questioned him, but all the soldiers on the city tower were stunned.

In their homeland, the army was divided into four parts: first, the Praetorian Guard, which was directly under the emperor of the capital, second, the private knights of the lords of the various domains, third, the civilian militia, which was recruited only in the event of war, by all kinds of coercion and inducement, and finally the fourth, the nine imperial armies, which also recruited civilians but were strictly trained as a standing army.

Regardless of the usual official lists, the Imperial Army is ranked after the militia known as the "Substitute for the Dead", but this is only because it was formed last.

If you were to rank it in terms of combat effectiveness, the Imperial Army would undoubtedly be ranked first. And compared to even the second-ranked Praetorian Guard, it's not a gap between one and two, but a dimensional difference between one and I don't know how much.

Therefore, in the military system, the Imperial Army has overwhelming prestige, and as its leading Imperial Marshal, Miridrian is an existence that will make soldiers feel awe-inspiring just by mentioning his name, because this character is a soldier with iron and blood.

"It's rude!"

The guards on the castle tower came to their senses and immediately shouted sincerely below, and then did not dare to delay for a moment to greet their companions.

Soon, the heavy city gate slowly opened, and the sound of "boom" alone was enough to say "grand".

"Click, click. ”

As soon as the gates were fully opened, the sound of horses' hooves began, and Marshal Miridrian led his guards to slowly march his horses into the city. They set foot on a very eye-catching avenue, lined with beautifully decorated and colorful houses, and the streets are spotless.

The nobility of the imperial capital and the prosperity of the empire can be seen from this.

Although I would like to say this, it is a pity not to talk about the empire, and even the style of the imperial capital will not reflect the slightest bit on this street. This is because it is a façade street that is only used as decoration and has no façade for half of the inhabitants.

For this outlying city, whether it is an important person like the marshal and his party entering the city, or conversely traveling with the emperor as the representative, such a street that only looks beautiful on the surface is necessary in any case.

The reason for this is because this is the "periphery".

The structure of the imperial capital "Yuma" is divided into three districts in the shape of concentric circles: the central area with the imperial city as the center and the first-class aristocracy as the main inhabitants, the middle area composed of the second-class aristocracy and the wealthy and the residents who are slightly higher in the mass of the population, and finally, the outer area called the "slums" where the commoners, who account for more than half of the city's population and are responsible for the work of running the city.

In this place, which occupies half of the entire imperial capital, it is full of dirty and filthy living and living environments, and the only neat and beautiful street is still a no-man's land.

It's hard not to laugh.

"Hmph. ”

"Your Excellency, Marshal?" said the young knight Dylan, in surprise.

"Dilan, what do you think I'm laughing at? Marshal Miridrian asked.

"That, are you excited because you haven't come to the imperial capital for a long time?"

"Am I such a person?"

"It's not. I understand that Your Excellency is sneering, but why do I ......"

"Look at these houses next to you, are they beautiful?"

"Yes. After all, a lot of money was injected into the planning and construction of the best architects and teams. ”

"So, what do you think the inside of these houses looks like?"

Dylan turned his head and tried to look inside the houses he passed. He is well aware that the street is cleaned three times a day and that there is regular maintenance work. But to speak internally......

"It's all dust. ”

"I think so. How would you describe this situation?"

"Jin Yu is ruined outside?"

"Not bad. I'm just laughing at this, and I'm laughing at things like that. ”

"But it's also inevitable. After all, there is only one such thing as this periphery......"

"It's a good word for periphery. Always on the periphery of the distribution of benefits. However, you are wrong that there is only one such beautiful street in this outskirts. ”

Marshal Miridrian stopped at this point, and everyone stopped with him.

"Isn't there another one over there that's just as pretty?"

Everyone followed Miridrian's gaze through the dirty alleys and broken streets, and saw a corner of the open and decent street in the distance. Suddenly, all four knights except Dilan frowned.

They are not from the imperial capital, but the name of "Black Street" is still thunderous.

It was far from the street they had seen, and it was only at night that it was beautiful. The whole street is full of lights and wine, and there is laughter and laughter.

However, all the colors come from the hemp shop, the gambling house, the prostitution house, the tavern, and all the laughter and laughter come from the gamblers, drunkards, prostitutes, prostitutes, and street girls.

It was the only wealthy place on the outskirts that even the nobles of the central district would visit, a gold cave. And it is no longer the Imperial Capital City Government that controls it, but various underworld organizations.

Therefore, no matter how beautiful it is, it can only be called a "black street".

But that's not all. Dylan gets it. And Marshal Miridrian understood him.

"It seems that you don't feel the same way as we do. ”

Dylan didn't reply. If you are wise, you should obey the will of His Excellency the Marshal, but this would be contrary to Dilan's original intention. But it's too unwise to go against the bill directly, so I can only be silent.

"You must have your own reasons. Marshal Miridrian expressed his understanding of Dilan, "However, you no longer belong there. No matter what nostalgia you have for it, it's best to cut it off if it's a person or a thing. Your future is bright. ”

"It's ...... to get ahead of you"

"I don't care what you think! You have to get ahead, not for yourself but for the Imperial Army. Only when people like you firmly grasp the high position, will our imperial army not be like the street under our feet. ”

"I see, Your Excellency. ”

"Hmm. Let's move on. ”

The words were closed, and Marshal Miridrian drove the horses.

Dilan, who was in second place, immediately followed the horse, and at this moment his eyes glanced over the corner of the street, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

He saw a figure, a familiar figure.

ps: It is inevitable to be entangled in how to start when the new volume opens, so I couldn't finish it yesterday, I hope you forgive me