"Why haven't the nobles consulted me!" said Constance angrily.

"They know that you won't agree. Moreover, when you live in Castel Sant'Angelo, you cannot deliver letters. ”

Constance stopped, his red eyes staring at the bishop. The bishop had a sense of foreboding.

"There was an assassin that day, did that man deliver a message to you? ”

The bishop was silent.

"Please answer me. Constance said.

"Yes. ”

"So you're in for a treat. And myself, the Pope of the Virginians, am just a puppet of yours!" Constance said bitterly.

"It's not up to you to decide. Since a long time ago, the power of the Holy See has been weakened by the constant distribution of land. Bishop Beritz said.

Constance sat down, his white hands covering his face in pain.

"No one has told me about it......"

"That's because you grew up in the Holy See. The bishop paused, "His Majesty the former Pope once wanted me to teach you how to behave in the world. ”

Constance removed his hands and stared sadly at the North Sea outside the window.

"Are the cardinals going to abolish me tomorrow? ”

"Not necessarily, the western aristocracy is trying to figure it out. ”

"Don't mention them to me. Constance said.

"If you want the Holy See to return to its former glory and the glory of the Lord to Vegea, you must rely on their strength. Bishop Beritz said.

Constance was silent. After a long time, she stood up. Under the solemn white robe, she felt her heartbeat much calmer.

"Tell me what to do next, Your Majesty. ”

In the port of Gzeysk. The Order's entire army of nearly 9,000 people crowded the fishy docks, and the largest port in East Viria was extremely small at the moment. The cold wind blew the white background and black sword pennant of the Knights, but the whole army was solemn. Whether it was the Raglan, the Gwendanians, the Nords, or the East Virginians, they were now equipped and stood in columns.

Deman looked at the pennant. The wind direction is easterly, which is favorable for the fleet. Behind him were the Nord knights and sergeants of the Order, few in number. But they were the main force of the Order.

Grand Master Heidelmann took heavy steps and ascended to the makeshift platform. The sea breeze rose sharply, blowing the flags wildly, and the big group did not move.

"Knights of the Sword. Guardian of East Virgia. Grand Master said in a deep voice. This is the title given by the Holy See when it invites us to sweep away heresy. But now, behold them, the nobles who dwell in the Holy See, they sit back on the fruits of the Order's conquests, and they will take half of every land we conquer!"

Deman looked around, and there was silence, but the breathing of the nine thousand men grew more and more rapid.

"You, both East Virgians. The Gwendanians are still the Raglans! Under the Knights, you were able to live and work in the land of your ancestors. Resting under the blessings of the same Lord. But the tentacles of the nobles have reached out to East Vegia, and they want to take away your rich lands to satisfy their desires for luxury!

"Never!never!" said Deman, who saw the Gwendanians and East Virgians roar first. They are the natives of Vegia, who converted to the Lord after the conquest of the Order, and they have every reason to vent their frustration with the lands plundered by the Westerners.

"The Knights were founded by the Nords, but the Knights are Virginian, and the Holy See should also be the Holy See of the Virgins!"

"Long live Virgia! Long live Virgia!" a mad roar rang through the sky.

"For the land, for the wine and the riches, for the glory of the Knights, for the sake of Vegia!"

"For Vigia!"

The Grand Master drew the long sword that had been passed down from generation to generation by the head of the Knights, and swung his sword to the west.

"All the troops are on board and liberate Veggia!"

"Deputy Commander, do you see the campfire on the shore?"

"No, nothing. All I see is wind and rain!" Deman said loudly to the first mate. The first mate was a sailor who was a fisherman-turned-sailor in East Viria and treated the officials of the Order with great respect.

"Guys, row!" the first mate yelled at the sailors on deck, turning to him.

"Ula!" the sailors shouted in unison, accompanied by the neighing of horses below deck that were panicked by the storm. Deman was a little upset. Three days ago, the port of Gzesk was still snowing. Three days later, on the North Sea, the huge fleet suddenly fell into a storm.

"I'd rather die on the battlefield than in the dark waters. Clamard took the horn cup peculiar to the Raglan and stepped onto the deck.

"My mother is a fisherman in Gzesk, so the sea is also my mother. "But I don't want to suffocate in her dark womb." ”

Deman laughed, saying that the first mate's joke was popular, but he was skeptical of the expedition. Both in terms of the number of warships and the number of sailors, the fleets of the western nobles, especially the Countess of Bruz, were far superior to those of the Knights. But Grand Master was convinced that the divided nobles would not be friendly enough to borrow each other's fleets. As for the fleet of the Holy See, Deman felt that he could fully agree with the Grand Master: to ignore them completely. For more than a hundred years, the Holy See has been corrupt and degenerate, and it has been difficult to maintain a decent papal guard.

"What is this little storm in our Raglan Island!" interrupted Clamard with a loud bang. A wave followed, and Clamard was unsteady on his feet, and his glass fell to the ground. Deman staggered to grab the handrail and shouted, "What's going on?"

"Look!" the first mate pointed fearfully at a nearby merchant ship. The mast broke, and their inexperienced captain hoisted the sails too much in the storm. The sailors of Deman's battleship the Sea Serpent panicked as they watched as the crowd on the nearby ship continued to run around, and some were thrown into the water unsteadily.

"Get over the boat, we're going to save people!" Deman roared.

"No, my lord, we're going to suffer too!" said the first mate, tremblingly.

"Do as he says, coward!" Clamard yelled, drawing a one-handed tomahawk from his belt.

"Yes, sir. The first mate turned and ordered the sailors to turn. The ship on the opposite side tilted over, and a war horse ran out of the deck, neighing in the water.

"Hold on to the railing, Clamald!" Deman yelled at Clamard.

The battleship approached the sunken ship, the wood was crushed and creaked. Deman stood up after the boat had stabilized and looked around. Ahead was a wreck, while ships on all sides were in the distance, struggling in the storm. The first mate asked the sailors to hang down the ropes, and some of the people who fell into the water could climb up, and some of them could only sink to the bottom of the sea forever. The wreckage of wood flakes floated on the surface of the sea, and the fierce rain fell on everyone's faces. Deman kept wiping away the rain as the storm obstructed the view.

The rescue lasted an hour. An hour later, the only thing on the water was the wreckage of the ship, barrels, dead men, and the warhorse that had struggled for a long time, but the Sea Serpent could not drag it up. At the same time, the storm gradually stopped. The Hammer, the flagship of the forward fleet, signaled Deputy Commander de Man to pass in a dinghy. Deman had a bad feeling.

The hazy sky gradually released sunlight. The fleet spread its sails and began to move westward. There is still about a day before Frost City, but so far the Holy See has not moved. Deman could only pray to the Lord that the Lord would bless the fleet to reach the port without hindrance.

"Grand Master. Deman bowed his head as he entered the captain's quarters.

"Hmm. Grand Master nodded.

In the cabin, almost all the high-ranking officials of the Order were present, except for Father Cyon, who was guarding Hammer Castle, who was in charge of the subsequent recruitment of soldiers. The deputy head of the regiment Morissky had a gloomy face, and his lips under the silver hooked nose sneered, and pointed to Deman at the captives who were tied up on the ground. Deman couldn't help but feel creepy.

"This is the fisherman of Frost City who was caught, you can ask him if you don't know the information of Frost City. Moriskey kicked the captive. The old captive cried out in pain.

"Grand Master, do you have anything to sue us?" said Deman, ignoring Moritsky.

"All of them are going according to plan. Lawrence arranged it well. Grand Master said with a smile.

"So the nobles don't know it?"

"They're racking their brains about how to make the Pope legitimate. ”

Deman was skeptical: "How can this honest farmer know so much?"

"Now that the papal election scandal has raged all over the city, both commoners and nobles are trying their best to inquire about the affairs of the Holy See. Moriskey interjected.

"What about this old man?" said Clamard, who had come with Deman.

"Shall he be put back? What if he is a spy who inquires about information? In my opinion, it is easiest to kill him. Moriskey said.

"Wronged, my lord, it's all stormy ......"

"Shut up!" Moriskey kicked him.

"Just lock him up, he won't be able to escape from the sea anyway. (To be continued......)