"I don't remember, what do you mean?" asked Victoria, but as soon as she said this, she felt as if something suddenly went blank in her mind, and even if she thought about it, she couldn't remember what it was.

Not only Victoria, but also the valets, and Lady Jane, and even Baron Deniz and Cingilde, all had a trance-like look on their faces, and their eyes became hollow.

Atropos' power has begun to take effect, and he is erasing the memories of all the people in this world about the Franknians, even those objective memories, and he is erasing them, just as Swain expected, all traces of the Frankinians in this world are being erased by Atropos sparingly. Even those things that were not realized to be related to the Franconians were sharpened by Him, and no one would remember the vision that appeared in Dewit today.

"Today......" Victoria raised her empty eyes and looked in confusion at the sky that was gradually fading its scarlet and returning to its original color, "...... happened"

Suddenly, the sparkle in her eyes returned, as if the momentary loss of concentration just now did not exist.

"By the way, it's a civil war. False memories entered her mind, Atropos could erase people's memories, and naturally could fill in that gap, "It's really too much, for the sake of one person's desire, so many people have to die......"

Victoria looked at the corpses on the streets around the mansion, completely forgetting about the attack of the undead, thinking that it was the dead left behind after the civil war, but she did not remember the truth of the matter.

Not only Victoria, but everyone else had their memories altered, and they only remembered that the civil war was so fierce that it reached the Browning district, and Baron Deniz was wounded in the battle and was sent here for treatment.

Of the group, only one remained awake, and she had unusually bright eyes, all behind everyone, mysteriously observing the movements of these people.

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Baron O'Brien looked at the corpses on the ground, standing on the battlefield full of dead corpses in confusion, and he couldn't remember the details of the battle just now. Looking into the distance, Deweide was indeed a scene of war, people were dying everywhere, and the relentless flames engulfed almost every street in Deweide, but Baron O'Brien just couldn't remember the battle just now, even if there were some vague memories, he felt that it was so unreal and empty.

The baron's lieutenant walked up to the baron, gasping for breath and carrying a wound on his arm, but he could not remember who had left the wound on his arm.

"Your Excellency, Count Jericho has returned. ”

Baron O'Brien couldn't help but be stunned, he knew that Swain had left the army, but he didn't remember when Swain left the army, which made Baron O'Brien feel a deep headache.

"Yes, then I'll go meet him. Since he couldn't figure out these questions, Baron O'Brien simply didn't think about it, he patted the adjutant on the shoulder and motioned for him to lead the way.

When Baron O'Brien saw Swain, he was sitting silently by his horse, as if thinking about something.

"How's the situation going?" asked Baron O'Brien as soon as they met, "how many rebels are there in Dewei, and where is Beria now?"

Swain turned his head and glanced at Baron O'Brien, the baron's tone seemed to be much tougher than before, but Swain could also understand it, it seemed that Baron O'Brien should have forgotten about Manfred Alcado von Nosferatu's attack on him that night, so he didn't know about magic, and naturally he wasn't so jealous of Swain.

"That's all there should be. Swain pointed to the battlefield, where the poor men who had been killed by Manfred and then taken over by the undead of the Franconians had now become so-called rebels, and Baron O'Brien, who had been influenced by Atropos, was convinced of this.

"What about Beria?" asked Baron O'Brien, his expression very concerned.

"Here it is. Swain stood up, took a bag from the saddle of his warhorse, and handed it to Baron O'Brien.

The baron was stunned, and as soon as he got his hands on the bag, he found that the bag was not light. He carefully opened a slit in his mouth, glanced at the contents, and immediately tightened his pocket again.

"You did that?" Baron O'Brien stared at Swain, looking a little disbelieving.

"What do you think?" Swain just glanced coldly at Baron O'Brien, who was not as obedient as he used to be, but a nuisance.

The thing in the pocket is naturally the head of Belial, to be precise, the head of Belia that was made by Manfred. Swain stayed in the camp in the western suburbs and showed Norrington this thing, and when he saw Norrington, who was the head of Belial, his first reaction was to return to Dewei to confirm this matter, and even let go of the great opportunity when the defense of Astrad I College and Karin Castle was empty.

The head was taken by Norrington to Dewit and handed over to Manfred, but Manfred was not happy that the head had returned, and he knew then that Swain had gotten enough of what he wanted from it. And after Atropos eliminated everything about the Franconians, Swain also found an opportunity to retrieve such things from the Tiamat Palace.

Baron O'Brien looked at Swain with a complicated expression, he didn't know whether to say that the young count was amazingly brave, or that he was lucky, and the same was true the last time, when Swain killed Michel VII and struck the final blow to the roaring Southern Rebellion. Now the merit of killing Beria has been added, although this feat is a bit hot—after all, Beria is a Gion—but the merit is so great that Baron O'Brien can't help but be a little envious.

"Congratulations. In the end, Baron O'Brien smiled and said a word of congratulations.

"Next, please send someone to Karin Castle to pick up Her Highness Caterina at once. Swain glanced in the direction of Tiamat Palace, "Dewei can't do without the people of the Gyan family. ”

Baron O'Brien hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll send someone to Karin Castle, but His Highness Alexander is there in Lanz Town, so I have to send someone there first." ”

"Mr. Baron," Swain turned his back to Baron O'Brien, because he couldn't see Swain's face, the baron couldn't help but feel a little inexplicably apprehensive in his heart, "There is already an imperial capital garrison over there in Landstown, do you think you still need your people to go over?"

Baron O'Brien certainly knew what Swain meant, he did favor Celestia before, but now that Beria is dead, Alexander has no rival to compete with, so no matter what kind of ambition Celestia has, she can't overpower her father Alexander, not to mention that she is only a princess.

"I don't think it's unnecessary. Baron O'Brien raised his head and put on a pretentious look, "I went to greet His Highness Alexander, it was all because of my loyalty to the empire and the Gyan family, nothing more. ”

As he spoke, Baron O'Brien suddenly laughed, although he was jealous of this mysterious and somewhat hairy young earl in his heart, but the baron thought that he should show some independence at this time, otherwise he would always be let Swain take the initiative, so Baron O'Brien could only be his pawn, and he was led by the nose by this young earl.

"I heard that you have a very bad relationship with your father, Viscount Jericho, the commander of the Imperial Capital Garrison, can't it be because of this that you don't want me to go to Lands Town?"

Swain turned his face slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Baron O'Brien's playful expression. Although Swain's face was still calm, Baron O'Brien's disobedience was a real trouble.

"Do you think so? If you think so, then I can't help it. Swain grabbed the saddle, turned on his horse, and looked condescendingly at Baron O'Brien, "But let me advise you, the Victors have never trusted the Provincials, since the time of your ancestor, the Duke of Dungal. ”

With that, Swain whipped his horse and rode away.

Baron O'Brien, who remained in place, was so angry that his face turned blue, his expression was uncertain, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Damn Jericht!" Baron O'Brien scolded, but he knew that Swain was right, and that he had never trusted the people of the provinces, whether they were Illans or the southern princes, the nobles of the imperial capital had always been on guard and looked down on them with an arrogant look. If the O'Brien family wants to replace the Guderian family as the first commander of the Imperial Capital Army, then this prejudice is the first problem they have to solve, and besides, this is not a small problem.

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"Bang"

Alain lifted the cap with his fingers with ease, then held the bottle aloft and let the drink pour into his mouth.

He had taken Manfred's soldiers to defend the Tiamat Palace, because there were still a lot of magical treasures in the Tiamat Palace that even Manfred didn't know, so just in case, Manfred left Alan in the Tiamat Palace before opening the magic array.

However, when the scarlet light curtain brought by the magic array disappeared, the soldiers around Alan suddenly turned into bits of dust and disappeared. At first, Alain didn't realize what was going on, but when his contract with Manfred disappeared, he immediately understood: Manfred had failed, and he had lost the ability to restrain himself.

This made Alain very happy, he was not a willing man, if it weren't for Manfred having a contract that could bind his actions, Alain would not have acted at Manfred's orders. For now, although the plan to take revenge on the Siliuers has failed, it is a good thing for Alain to be free.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Alain unceremoniously ransacked the few remaining shops on Triumph Boulevard. Because of the sudden war, the merchants did not have time to transfer the goods in the store, and fled in a hurry from the vicinity of the Tiamat Palace, leaving behind the wine to be cheaper than Alain.

"Hah—that's refreshing!" Alain drained his bottle, then simply staggered it to the side, and squinted and snooze on the bar counter.

However, he is the cruel Alain after all, and although he has been resurrected by Manfred by reshaping his body and soul with the flesh and blood of his descendants, his strength is still undoubted. Even if he was half-drunk, no movement could escape his ears.

As soon as Thresy stepped into the bar, a hatchet flew at him, spun and slashed at the doorframe next to it.

"What a cruel person. The corners of Seresi's mouth hung from his mouth, even if he smiled, he smiled differently than ordinary people, "I am relieved to see you so healthy." ”

"I'll be happier if I cut off your head!" Alain said, his eyes wide, staring at Thresi. Because of the wine, his face looked particularly ruddy, and his momentum also increased a lot.

"Sadly, I'm going to keep this head for something more important. Seresy removed the hatchet from the door frame, walked to the bar, and handed it to Alain, "I think these things will be of interest to you, so I have come to invite you to ...... with us."

"Together, what?" Alain took the axe and slashed at Thresy without hesitation, "what do you think you are qualified to consult with me?"

Thresy leaned back slightly, skimming out the axe.

"Maybe I don't have the qualifications, but my master is definitely qualified to talk to you, or rather, you should think carefully about whether you are qualified to talk to him on an equal footing. ”

Seresi looked at Alain, and the weird smile on the corner of his mouth, even the cruel Alain, felt an inexplicable chill.