Prologue: Canonization?

Mei Fei stood in the central square, looking at the grand celebration scene, but her expression was a little trance.

It's an afternoon in the city of flowers, and the mild warm sun hangs in the air, radiating enthusiasm without hesitation. In order to welcome the triumphant army, many citizens have already surrounded the Wangdu Avenue, which can accommodate eight troikas running side by side.

Countless guards in bright red armor lined up in two rows, guarding the center of the square on Wangdu Avenue to greet the warriors who had returned triumphantly. Four handsome and tall aristocratic horses, covered with pure white hair, pulled a luxurious parade carriage and slowly drove to the front under the guidance of the attendants.

Onlookers flocked to cheer and applaud. The girls enthusiastically rushed through the sheriff's line to offer flowers and admiration to the triumphant army.

The sheriffs on the periphery had already been anxious to stop the crowd, and many of their clothes were torn, and the shiny epaulettes were torn off. The hat that had been angry before was caught, and some of the unlucky ones had colored faces on their faces. Even so, the suffering sheriffs could not resist the frantic thrigging of the girls.

They spread their hands in vain and tried to stop the 'enemies' who were pouring into the warning area, but the girls easily got rid of them. These sheriffs are merciless in dealing with pickpockets, hooligans, drunks, and even murderers. But now in the face of the enthusiasm of the girls, my legs are a little weak.

And at the center of it all was the young master of the Earl's family who stood in the luxurious parade carriage. That is, he, a young man named Mayfei, a much-anticipated war hero.

He looked at the grand scene, but his heart was not happy at all, and there was a little imperceptible silence in his eyes.

These cheers seemed extremely ironic to Mayfei's heart at this moment. And the 'heroic proclamation' that was about to be given to him appeared on the surface to be a glorious and sacred coronation. But in fact, after losing those high-sounding cloaks, it is just a well-dressed 'dethronement order'!

And Mayfei's father, the Honorable Marshal Beson, was the author behind the dethronement order.

If he is a war hero, then there will probably be no other frustrated people in this grand carnival except for him, the war hero.

"Young Master..."

Mei Fei obviously felt that someone behind him reached out and gently pulled him, but he ignored the call beside him, and looked at the crowd in the carnival with blank eyes, gradually recalling the cause and effect of all this today.

Everything needs to start with his own background.

Mayfi's mother died shortly after he was born, when Mayfei's father was only one of the most powerful border counts in the northern part of the Empire. And Count Bate's current wife is also Mayfei's current stepmother, she is a daughter born into the Duke's family.

It was precisely because he married the duke's daughter more than ten years ago that his father, Count Bate, was able to be canonized as the marshal of the north step by step and became the nominal leader of the northern nobility of the empire. Soon after that, the stepmother gave birth to a son for Marshal North, and everyone was happy.

Except, of course, for Mayffee.

As the eldest son, Mayfield was supposed to be the sole successor to the title. But since the birth of the younger brother, things have changed subtly. The old duke's support behind him is not unreciprocated.

If this younger brother can become the heir of Marshal North, it will undoubtedly be in line with the self-interests of the old duke's entire family to the greatest extent. Therefore, pressure from the ducal family forced His Excellency Marshal North to consider some compromises. Obviously, only with the support of the old duke could Count Bate sit comfortably in the position of Marshal of the North.

So, once His Excellency Marshal North and Lord Duke reached an agreement. Then in this political game, Mei Fei will undoubtedly become the first pawn to be thrown out. And now it seems that they are almost ready to negotiate the price.

Of course, Mei Fei's inheritance as the eldest son cannot be abolished for no reason, which is related to the legal legitimacy of the nobility's inheritance. What's more, His Majesty the Emperor and even the entire empire are very sensitive to every move of the marshals. If His Excellency Marshal North mishandled it, resulting in being sued by his own son in front of His Majesty the Emperor, not only would his reputation and prestige be ruined in front of his supporters, but even the nobles who were hostile to him on weekdays would laugh off their big teeth. And when the time comes, under the scunking of many nobles and His Majesty the Emperor, I am afraid that even he, the Marshal of the North, will be difficult to defend himself.

Therefore, His Excellency Marshal North must not leave a voice in this matter. In view of this kind of reason, there is today's situation. And all of this was planned and arranged by Marshal North and the old duke.

After the end of the war in the Northland, Mayfield quickly became a household name as a 'war hero' under their backs. But in fact, in the war of the northern states, Mayfield has always been firmly pressed by them in the rear, and has never held any right to command the army. His performance cannot be said to be inactive, but there is indeed a considerable gap between him and those war heroes who have made great achievements and even expanded their territory. It can be seen from this that His Excellency Marshal North and the old duke have paid a lot to maintain the dignity of the overall situation.

Now, all it takes is to send Mayfi to a remote place through the royal canonization, far from the northern possessions of the empire. With such a big premise, it is reasonable for His Excellency Marshal North to transfer the inheritance to his second son step by step.

As for the huge pomp and canonization ceremony in front of Mei Fei. On the one hand, it was to appease him, and on the other hand, it was also to cut off the possibility of his refusal. If he refused, he would not only deny all his exploits and honors in the previous war in front of everyone, but also openly tear his face with the old duke and his father, Marshal North. That ending didn't do Mayfei any good, and it only made his situation more embarrassing.

By this time, there was no turning back.

"Young Master... Master Mei Fei. ”

Mayfite's thoughts were interrupted by increasingly urgent voices, and he turned sideways to glance at the man beside the carriage.

It was the person who had just reached out and pulled him. His name was Matthew, he looked energetic with a calm face, neatly combed hair, about forty years old, and a neat and bright suit of armor. At first glance, Matthew looks like a knight of high status by birth, but in fact, he was only a mercenary who traveled around the world in his early years, and now he has become Mayfei's butler and chief of guard, and is regarded by outsiders as Mayfei's cronies.

"Your Majesty and the princes and nobles are waiting for you to go up..."Matthew lowered his head and whispered to Mayfei.

Mei Fei raised her head slightly and looked towards the sacred and solemn viewing platform, and her eyes unconsciously swept over the row of princes and nobles who were watching the ceremony, and they were watching all this with a good show. Obviously, the minds of Marshal North and the old duke were no secret in the eyes of these nobles. And the poor eldest son of the Marshal of the North family was about to be sent to an unknown small place to spend the rest of his life with that cheap 'Heroic Declaration'.

Mayfield closed her eyes and took a long breath, as if she had made a decision.

At this time, the cheers and applause of the people in the center of Wangdu Avenue rushed over like a tsunami. These enthusiastic citizens simply expressed their genuine joy at the victory of the war, and they were unconcerned about what was won in the war and the sordid stories behind it.

In the midst of this cheer, there seemed to be a voice full of magic, which passed directly into Mayfei's mind through the noise of the crowd.

'Are you willing?'

Mayfield opened her eyes suddenly, and a bright determination flashed in her eyes.

'If I were the successor of Marshal North, I would be left with only a long wait and endless exclusion...'

At the same time, Mayfield raised her head and looked towards the intersection of the Supreme Scepter and the Sword, and finally Mayfei's gaze rested on an elder with a crown, who was nodding at Mayfei's good-natured smile.

But if I'm just a frontier lord, then a story that belongs only to me begins from this moment on. ’

Then Mei Fei indifferently showed a smile full of confidence, and stepped firmly towards the majestic and brilliant steps step by step under the attention of thousands of people.

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