Ancient things always carry thousands of years of history, or witness the ups and downs of empires, the rise and fall of countries, and the bustle of the world. Saint-Colesmans is undoubtedly a witness of history far enough away, and his somewhat colourful megalithic walls reflect the delicate rays of the rising sun, which have been immersed in many years of its ancient years. It's just that the cold stone body of the city wall today implies the sharpness of the cold light and the rising sun, and the fire of war that has lasted thousands of years over the city will be rekindled again, survival, nation, interests, and beliefs...... These words stained the scent of the earth with the smell of blood.

The city of Colesmans was once again filled with the smell of war, and on the straight square avenues paved with bluestone, soldiers rubbing weapons ready to fight, or nobles who wanted to gain glory in war, did not know that this seemingly sacred war of conquest against the infidels was in fact a whirlpool of power.

Anything in the world can be warned, but can endless wars get what people want?

It had been several days and nights since the Grand Duke had announced his intention to go on a foreign campaign, and now that there were only two days left before the war, and everyone, whether a citizen of the Duchy of Collesmang or a foreigner, had held their breath and watched this holy crusade war with great concentration. The principalities were concerned with the success of the war, and the foreigners were concerned with what they could gain from the war.

The preparations for this war were rare in the history of the Principality since its founding, and according to incomplete statistics, there were more than 500 knights from all sides of the continent and as many as 20,000 militia and crusaders of various kinds. Once such a large army marches on the battlefield, the smoke and dust it carries behind it alone is enough to obscure the sky. It's just that such grand pre-war preparations are nothing more than an inconsequential drama in the eyes of those who really know the inside story of the war. Their attention was not paid to these enthusiastic and pious armies, for whom there was something more important to them than to make a mark through war. War? That was just one way for them to get what they craved.

Soldiers dressed in armor with black or red crosses walked briskly through the streets. The tip of the cross shield tied to their left hand collided with the ground with a "ding-dong" sound. The faces of these crusaders were either stained with dust and sweat, or they showed a frenzy. Some of these crusaders were members of the three major orders of the Holy City, as well as participants from other places. But they all have one purpose.

Knights on horses and in elite chain mail can sometimes be seen galloping through the streets, most of them have good social status and fiefdoms, but the same price they pay is to fight for their lord. Now they are running so fast to report to their lord and to serve his lord.

It seems that the muttering holy city is injected with a qiē that has taken place in the city, and the mottled traces of war on the ancient buildings indicate in an iron-blooded way that a new war is coming.

"Boom!!" came the sound of several bells that rang through the city from the place where the Cathedral of Clesmand was located, and these bells echoed throughout the city, crashing against the walls and striking at the hearts of men. As the bells fell, some people in the city who had been resting at home opened the doors one after another. After a brief freshening up of the inhabitants, everyone who believed in the Holy Church headed for the place where the church was located. There's a reason they do that.

In the city's extensive avenues, there are not only stubborn soldiers, but also groups of devout believers. These two groups are side by side, but miraculously there is no conflict, because each is clearly aware of his responsibilities and obligations at the moment. If you look down at Colesmang from a high vantage point, there seems to be a sea of people rising on the city avenue, and the waves of the crowd in the rough waves are heading towards a place, and the place where the waves move forward is the location of the Cathedral of Colesman, that is, the place where the bell is heard.

Today is an important day of the week for all those who follow the Holy Order. The seventh day of the week is "Sunday Day," which is the day when congregants go to church for devotional worship. The liturgy of worship did not appear in a vacuum, and the religious rites of worship were first found in the Holy Scriptures. It is said in the Holy Scriptures. It took God 6 days to create everything in heaven and earth. On the seventh day, God who had done this qiē rested. Thereupon. On the seventh day of every week, the Church celebrates a religious service, the Prayer, which is one of the few legal days of the week.

For every believer, if nothing happens, there is nothing serious. Then it is best to go to the local church every Sunday of the week.

In an ancient and majestic city, something called faith is condensing in the sky above the holy city. The charm of the Holy City lies in its history, its weight, and its cohesion. Now a cult called faith has given the city a new layer of charm.

A large cross stands proudly on the vault of the cathedral, looking down on the worshippers like a god.

The spire of the church is the tallest of the three towering buildings in the city, even surpassing the royal palace, which shows the hegemony of the theocracy, which is basically unable to parry before the full body, and if the Holy See in St. Peter's announces the excommunication of a certain country, then that country is not far from collapse. Therefore, the royal family of every country that believes in the Holy Church has implicitly avoided the sharp edge of the Holy See and did not compete with it.

On the watchtower of the palace, a young man with a beautiful appearance held a delicate wine glass, gently pressed the rim of the wine glass to his lips, took a sip of wine, and then stood in front of the giant glass of the watchtower, looking at the pious people in the city at his feet and smiling slightly.

Alphonse had a smile on his lips, but his heart was not as smiling as it seemed. In his eyes, those people who blindly follow the faith are simply a thorn in his side, and faith comes first in the hearts of the people. Life is second, and the third is to obey the royal family. If the Pope, who is far away in St. Peter's City, declares that he will be hanged at the sound of an order. Presumably, the common people and nobles would have been happy to carry out this order.

In Alphonse's mind, the thing of divine power simply should not appear in this world, and for Alphonse to first want to revive the royal family. What is needed is to eradicate Aimo. But if you want him to become the emperor of the ages, you need to face the pope of the Holy See, the "successor of the Apostle Peter" and "the representative of Christ on earth".

"The hosts. A feminine voice called Alphonse's thoughts back, "Knight Shabak and his attendant Vikos have arrived in the palace hall. "In the lavish hall of the royal family, two men in chain mail stood on the floor paved with biotite granite, evenly sized, standing tall and waiting for a man to appear.

"Shabak, what do you mean King Alphonse called us?" said the blond boy to Shabak beside him, as he looked at the extravagant decorations in the hall that did not lose the sacred atmosphere of Colesman.

At the exit of the cloisters on either side of the hall are two fine marble sculptures depicting the majestic Angel of Punishment with weapons in their hands. However, the angels depicted in these four sculptures all have different postures. An angel was resting his hand on the hilt of a sword tucked at his waist, keeping an eye on the front, another angel was holding a spear in both hands, looking up at the dome of the hall with a tilted head, an axe was slashing downwards as if it were about to burst out with infinite power, and the heavens holding the axe scanned the hall with indifferent eyes, and finally an angel held a shield diagonally in front of him, with a longbow behind him.

"It's just an interest in recruiting people that he likes to do. In contrast to Vicos's relaxed comfort, Shabak stared straight ahead, a ritual that had been cultivated for a long time, and he was imbued with the majesty of battle.

Vicos sneered in his heart, he couldn't understand why Alfas liked to recruit some nobles who had no real power, could it be that he was really a person with no sense of crisis as the outside world said, and tried in vain to recruit some useless people to strengthen his wings. In the eyes of Count Aimo, this was a joke.

Although Vicos and the others had only been in the Holy City for a few days, they still knew the current situation of Alphonse V with the help of the brains of Shabak and Old Jock. A monarch who has been stripped of power is like a lion without claws or teeth.

Vicos was still quietly surveying the hall. Waiting for Alphonse's arrival.

Just this morning, at the hotel where Vicos and the others were resting, a man on a fast horse suddenly broke in. They were invited by Vicos and Alphonse V of Shabac to come into the palace to meet His Majesty the Grand Duke at the time of the prayer.

This sudden event made some simple Leechtenth unable to turn his head. Under the explanation of several people, the young hunter Liechteng understood Alphonse's approach. It's a pity, though. Alphonse only asked Vicos and Shabak to go, while Old Jock and Liechndon waited outside the palace.

"Pedal. The sound of two footsteps falling to the ground, one after the other, came from the corridor of the hall. One of these two footsteps was gentle and gentle, like the gentle sound of raindrops hitting lotus leaves, and the other was a swift and crisp sound like a sharp sword striking iron.

Without further thought, the young master of the hall and the deacon who had been following him were walking towards the hall, and a slender squire with long black hair and a young man with short dark blonde hair appeared from the cloister.

"My king. The moment Alphonse appeared, Shabak and Vicos pressed their right hands on their left chests, knelt on one knee, and bowed their heads slightly. This series of actions all shows the excellent etiquette of Shabak and Vicos.

"Viscount Boseksen and the Knight of Shabak want to pay tribute to you. Vicos and Shabak bowed their heads and stared at the smooth floor made of granite, paying their respects to the Grand Duke.

Alphonse walked briskly to the throne that stood tall in the hall, turned to straighten the folds of his fine robe, and sat down on the throne with a gentle movement that was different from the rapid movement he had just made.

The deacon on the side had a smile on his lips and stood politely two positions behind Alphonse. Then he squinted his eyes at the two people who were kneeling down from afar.

Although both Vicos and Shabak knew that the young man on the throne was just a puppet with no real power, there were still things that should be done, such as the etiquette of kneeling down on one knee to meet the monarch.

"Oh. No need to be so polite, my viscount and knight. Looking at the two people below kneeling very formally. Alphonse shouted in surprise, "Stand up." A true warrior doesn't need to kneel to prove his bravery. ”

Vicos and Shabak sighed slightly in their hearts when they saw Alphonse behaving like this, and then stood up, this archduke really disregarded etiquette as rumored.

Did he really think that his ceremonial corporal would be able to win the hearts of the people? Every monarch who has succeeded as a ceremonial corporal in history has either had great power or infinite potential. But what about Alphonse? He had nothing but a crown without power.

"Ahem. After Vicos and Shabak stood up, Alphonse looked at them carefully, and in his eyes the two men seemed to have been moved by the friendship of his ceremonial corporal, and he cleared his throat, "Then can you two sue me?" Which of you is my Viscount Bosekson?"

This is really a person who likes to go straight to the point, Vicos and Shabak smiled in their hearts, Alphonse doesn't like a lot of etiquette The thing can be said to be spread all over the principality, this archduke likes to go straight since he was a child, for him those elegant etiquette is useless superfluous actions, although this is true, but as a monarch he should also regulate his behavior, you must know that his every move is about the majesty of the royal family of Colesman.

If such a straightforward personality appears on a flat-headed commoner, then it will not attract criticism but will make people feel good, if a warrior has such a character. It will only add a bit of fierce color to the character of this warrior, and if the general who has been on the battlefield for many years likes to go straight, it will only give people a vigorous and resolute killing atmosphere.

But such a character is absolutely not suitable for a monarch, especially a monarch who has been sidelined by great power, and such a character without worries will only hasten his demise. As the old saying goes, any qualified monarch. It had to be a lion to defeat the wolves, but it had to be a fox too. Go and spot the traps.

"His Majesty King Kolesman, Viscount Boseksen salutes you. Heard Alphonse point out himself. The aristocratic etiquette that Vicos had learned on a daily basis finally came in handy at this moment, and he took a step forward. With his right hand, he stroked his chest and bowed his head slightly, revealing a humble look.

"Uh-huh......" Sebas, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly showed a stunned look on his face after seeing Vikos, as if he had discovered something incredible.

"En......" seemed to feel Sebas's eyes, and the butterfly mark on Vicos' chest suddenly released a scorching heat, which made Vicos shiver.

Vicos endured the burning in his chest and raised his head, ready to face King Alphonse, but happened to see Sebas's eyes as if he were looking at his prey. Vikos, who was staring at Sebas, felt as if he had been targeted by a poisonous snake, and even the air around him became viscous because of this gaze. Could it be that the butterfly tattoo on his chest suddenly became hot and related to the deacon?

"What's the matter, Sebas?" Vicos looked at Sebas strangely, causing Alphonse to tilt his head and look at the deacon behind him.

"Nothing, Your Majesty. Hearing Alphonse's question, Sebas bent down to express his abrupt apology. But his eyes were still fixed on Vicos. Although Sebas's burning gaze made Vicos a little uncomfortable, Vicos still pretended not to know and looked at Alphonse on the throne.

"Oh, if it's all right, don't stare at my guests like that. Alphonse looked at the deacon who was behaving a little erratically, and some doubts arose in his heart, after all, this deacon had never lost his manners in front of his "guests" before, and today there must have been something he did not know about it. Alphonse decided to wait until Vicos was gone, and then ask the deacon what had happened. However, on the surface, he still pretended to be dissatisfied with the deacon's faux pas.

"My Majesty, please forgive me for being rude. After hearing Alphonse's complaints, Sebas lowered his right hand to the seam of the black tuxedo (PS: about the tuxedo appeared in the eighteenth century, please don't complain =-=) and straightened his body slightly. In an upright position, his eyes were fixed into Alphonse's purple-blue eyes. Then tilt the upper part of the body forward fifteen degrees precisely, and then return the body to a straight position. Although this set of bowing etiquette seems simple and clear to outsiders. But after Sebas's interpretation, it seems to have an indescribable beauty, and this set of movements seems to be repeated hundreds of thousands of times.

After the light criticism of Sebas, Alphonse slowly straightened his head, tapped his fingers on the handle of the throne, and looked at Vicos with interest, looking at the blonde boy with the comfort characteristic of a monarch to a vassal.

Vicos shuddered for no apparent reason, but not because of Sebas's vanished gaze, but because of Alphonse's somewhat creepy appreciative gaze. It's like a chill that goes from the spinal cord to the brain.

Vikos muttered in his heart, Vikos couldn't help but remember that this Alphonse V seemed to have a special hobby, and this thought made Vikos break out in some cold sweat on his forehead, and he must have been so unlucky.

Although this look made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable, in order to express his respect for Alphonse V, Vicos still straightened up and looked at the people on the stage with a stern gaze, like a general who had returned triumphantly.

"Come, let me give you a good welcome to these two warriors from afar. Alphonse clapped his palms. He gestured slightly to Sebas behind him.

After seeing Alphonse's clapping movements, Sebas smiled and nodded, and then turned gracefully and walked towards the corridor, but before turning around, Sebas still took a deep look at Vicos, who was still standing.

In somewhat empty halls. With each step Sebas, there is a very rhythmic sound of stepping. Each step is lifted with precision to the point where there is no difference, and the intervals of each footstep are full of rhythmic beauty. No one would question whether a deacon with such a graceful way of walking would be a perfectly cultured gentleman.

With the sound of footsteps fading, Sebas's figure disappeared around the corner of the cloister. But even though the deacon's appearance was no longer visible, the sound of footsteps like beautiful music still echoed in this luxurious hall of granite and marble.

What are you going to do?, Vicos and Shabak looked at each other in confusion. Both men saw puzzled glances in each other's eyes. What does Alphonse's action mean?

"The king just told Sebas to just go and get something. Alphonse smiled slightly at the puzzlement that he had instructed Sebas to do something.

"Before he comes back. This king wants to talk to you about something. Alphonse lifted his chin slightly, then rubbed the bronze throne back and forth with the ring on his right hand, which represented the power of the Kolesman.

The ring rubbed back and forth on the throne, making an unbearable rustling sound, and Alphonse also heard that this sound was not as wonderful as he imagined, but he continued to rub, because Alphonse enjoyed in his heart very much this kind of heavenly sound of two things representing supreme power rubbing against each other, is there anything more beautiful in this world than power?

"Speak, my king. Together, Vicos and Shabak clasped their right hands across their chests and bowed down in the most humble way.

"Then my Bossecon (the lord can directly call the name of the vassal instead of the vassal name) and the knight, where did the king come to the Holy City when he sees that you two are in the dust?" Alphonse groaned, and asked a question that could not be simpler, and not of the slightest standard.

However, even the most simple question that comes out of the mouth of the monarch needs to be answered carefully by the vassals and the people, who knows that this question is not an implicit murderous motive? Although Alphonse is only a king who has been set aside, Vicos and the others are just minor nobles who have no ability to protect themselves.

"Both of us are from the Vausava region, Your Majesty. Vicos took a step forward and answered the question as he stomped his foot.

"Well............ Alphonse groaned, resting his chin lightly, as if wondering where the area of Vaisava was.

"Oh, it's from the Vosava region. Alphonse raised his eyes in realization, and nodded his chin, "It's a place rich in oak, and I've heard that everyone there has a good hand in archery, and your archery skills must be very good!"

A black line appeared on Vikos's head, and he could not understand how Wasawa, a region of plains and meadows with the exception of a few mountains, could be rich in oak, and as for the bow and arrow, it had never been a weapon that the Vosava people loved to use for their lives of glory.

And does the oak have to do with bows and arrows? They weren't elves who lived in the forest.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Bows and arrows are exactly what we're good at. Seeing Vicos' speechless predicament, Shabak took a step forward to solve Vicos's dilemma.

Although Shabak's words were just nonsense, Alphonse on the throne did not hear the falsehood at all, but knocked on the throne with satisfaction, "Then on the battlefield of the conquest of the infidels in a few days, this king is looking forward to you being able to erect more monuments for this king!"

"We will, Your Majesty. Vicos reacted, and spoke with Shabak's train of thought, but although what he said was beautiful, it was actually unpredictable, "The glory that God has given us and your expectations are the reason for our fighting, may God bless Your Majesty!"

As the three men had no nourishment to talk, the sound of crisp and rhythmic trampling echoed through the hall. (To be continued......)