XV

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In the early morning of August 9, 1666 (MDay+130), Central District 1

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The bell of freedom rings, rings, rings.

It is calling all the citizens towards Lennie District 1.

But it's over, Anne Seiffel thought.

After seeing the battle in several districts, she didn't think that ringing the bell of freedom would make any difference. The Free Army has lost its organizational structure and will to fight, and even if it were to be called on the fly, they would not have the time and manpower to reorganize their army.

"If I were in command of the Imperial Army, I would be able to wipe out the last hope of the Free Army by rushing there now. ”

The scattered small forces of the Free Army, which had arrived from all over the city and had gathered at the sound of the bell, had to face the advance of the Imperial Army, which had been prepared for a long time and was sharpening their swords.

There won't be any suspense in the ending.

"The Bell of Freedom. The clarion call of the war of freedom, the last hope of the community of free nations. The first time I heard it ring, it seemed to be in Dereland. ”

She had only heard the bell once. It was in her time, more than two hundred years later in the Holy Koman Empire, the capital of Teresa. The Continental War, which has engulfed the entire civilized world, is in its third year.

It was also such a late night.

That night, the Bell of Freedom, captured from Lenny, rang in the imperial capital. The bullets of the submachine gun hit the clock face, bursting with a crisp and pleasant sound. The remnants of the assault team retreated there and perished with the Liberty Bells, but they accomplished their mission.

The same war that swept across the entire civilized world, and the same huge fortress city. The same unpreparedness of the fire. Everything around her seemed to seduce her memories.

Chariots of steel rolled across the asphalt of the city, and half of the city was immersed in flames, as if the world was apocalypse. The weapons and magic they wield were far more advanced than they were in their time, but the light of the fire was the same when the disaster came.

She was a ten-year-old girl. She only remembered that her father, who was serving in the army, suddenly returned home that day, opened the bottle of wine that he had collected for the longest time and was the last left, and drank it until midnight.

Anne had forgotten what her father looked like, but she always remembered his father's actions that night. Over and over again, he only repeats one sentence: "The prime minister is dead, it's all over." ”

She will always remember that expression. That look of despair for everything.

"Probably the same as my current expression, right?"

Soon after, her father, who had forgotten what she looked like, left his daughters behind and eloped with an elven informant to St. Sen, never to be seen again.

He probably thinks that the empire that has lost its prime minister has no hope.

And so it was. It was the most successful raid of the entire war. And the tide of the war did take a sharp turn from then on, and one after another defeats straightened, bent, and straightened the battle line, and finally ended with the allied forces of all countries conquering Teland and completely ending the imperial system.

But that took another three full years, and split Kirman into three nations.

The Reich Prime Minister left behind a vast bureaucratic machine, which had lost its chief engineer but was still functioning at its best. The modern Corman Empire has organized everyone into its vast bureaucratic machine, even a ten-year-old girl.

And when the whole system is nearing the end of the world, every part of it will start to jam and disintegrate.

Occasional victories in counterattacks cannot withstand more defeats, and occasional relief and justice cannot cover up poverty and injustice.

Anne remembers the eleven-year-old girl who sold everything in the house and then hugged her sister and smiled at her and said "don't worry." The Prime Minister's empire used to feed and clothe every orphan and give shelter to everyone who had lost their job, but gradually everything disappeared as the war worsened.

Anne remembered the thirteen-year-old girl at the end of the assembly line, cutting the strap of the rifle on the assembly line and tying it to the wooden butt. Even though her fingers were cut off by the assembly line, she waited for eight hours with a smile until the rear healing priest arrived.

Anne remembered the fifteen-year-old girl who wore a thin military coat in the black market of Teran, and filled her coat pockets with cigarettes and bullets that were used as currency, and wanted to exchange some cans for the occupation troops to go home to improve her food. At that time, her smile came from the bottom of her heart, because if it were not for the divided and occupied Teresa, the fate of a fifteen-year-old girl would have been dozens of times worse.

Everything is as clear as if it happened yesterday.

But no matter what happened, everyone thought she was a stupid girl/silly girl/silly big sister with coarse nerves like a tyrannosaurus.

The girl was smiling the whole time, because she had long forgotten how to cry.

It wasn't until she was twenty-three years old that she met the man. She didn't get his magic, but she got his knowledge.

The memories were interrupted by the sound of another bell.

As she approached the central square, she could already hear the sound of free fire like the beat of a drum, and the sound of orders with a Mid-Gudelandan accent echoed everywhere.

The Liberty Bell is located in the bell tower at the top of the Parliament Building. The building and the square in front of it had once again been occupied by the Imperial Army's vanguard forces, and the entire square was like a place of execution.

The corpses in colorful uniforms and black and gray uniforms were intertwined, unrestrained, and there were at least a thousand at a glance. The vanguard of the Empire did not forget to shout in addition to the killing, and let the defeated soldiers and civilians who were not willing to be summoned by the Bell of Freedom leave quickly, and the form was very good.

"As expected...... It became a meeting ground for the vanguard of the Empire. From this point of view, one or two companies filling in it is tantamount to a drop in the bucket. Maybe it's the Imperials who ring the bell?"

Anne didn't want to add too much trouble, so she added masking magic to herself, covering up the red uniform. Now she looks like she's a full-fledged officer of the Imperial Royal Ministry of Security.

Layer after layer of magic obscured her magic, her identity, her abilities, and made her look extraordinarily inconspicuous.

Anne galloped past the flanks of the battlefield. Seeing that she was dressed as an officer, the two imperial knights did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"The Ministry of Security ordered. What's going on above?"

Her Teresan accent was full of deception, and the improvised vanguard troops did not bother to discern the authenticity of the incoming.

"We went to a class and there was no response, so we didn't dare to send people up again. Besides, it's not a bad thing to let them knock again, that's all the troops of the Free Army who dare to fight, and we've already broken five or six companies......"

"Leave it to me. ”

With a flick of her fingers, Anne used an invisibility spell to hide her figure.

The two knights hurriedly saluted the air, watching as the door to the top of the bell tower opened and closed on its own.

Anne walked slowly up to the bell tower.

She saw what the Imperial Knight called "a squad": the dozen or so Imperial soldiers had not yet climbed to the top of the building, and all of them had been killed by a magic trap at the top of the staircase.

"It's a Liberty Army-style thunderstorm trap. The latest. ”

She immediately disabled the invisibility and masking spells, carefully scanned the trap markers on the side of the staircase, and tiptoed to the top of the bell tower.

On the top floor, she was greeted by a gray-haired old man sweating profusely shaking the bell rope.

This is a man she knows.

Seeing her walk up the stairs, the old man stopped ringing the bell and smiled meaningfully as he touched the short hair on his chin.

"I thought about who would be the first to come up. There is a 60% chance that some imperial nobleman who feels that he has earned enough credit has finally lifted my trap, 30% is that a certain lieutenant or colonel who has never met a talent has organized troops to defeat the enemy army outside, and 10% is likely to be a politician or civilian who has been very lucky. But I did not expect to meet here a man who should now be in the General Army of the West, I saw you in the staff of López. It seems that I am indeed old, and I am not good at calculating the battle situation. ”

Anne slammed her heel and reflexively saluted.

"It's great that you're safe, Marshal Conti Fawkes. ”

"Former marshal. I retired today. ”

The old man corrected. This bell of freedom was actually rang by the hands of the former marshal of the Free Army.

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In the early morning of August 9, 1666 (MDay+130), East 3rd District

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A shout with a Derainic accent, accompanied by the neighing of horses, reached Naymen Soleton's ears. On the main road that intersects this road, it is as if an army is advancing.

"Sounds like some order of knights. Prepare the white flag, run over and surrender!"

The Emperor's command magic whispered in his ears, and he was very irritated, but he had to do it anyway.

Naimon stopped abruptly, looked ahead, and quickly found a high-end store with a window. He kicked and smashed the window, pulling out a white curtain from it.

When he had made all the preparations, he rushed out of the corner and waved the white curtain in his hand vigorously.

It was indeed a cavalry guard.

"Stop!"

More than one Imperial knight shouted.

Naimon shouted, "Surrender! I ask for surrender!"

"Surrender ...... lead the troops to surrender?" the knight looked behind him, as if taken aback, "No! This scale is too big for us to accept!"

"Think again, Your Excellency! This is the owner of the Order of Excellence asking for surrender!"

The Emperor's command magic couldn't wait, and it forced Naimon to say the words.

"Don't fire!Think about it, you can be the first Imperial soldier to accept the Excellence Chapter to surrender!Be the first!"

Naimon placed the white cloth on the ground, slowly raised his hands in the air, and walked towards the Imperial Army, shining his chest in front of the opponent's sword and musket.

The knight at the head looked a little tempted, but shook his head vigorously: "Impossible! I've never heard of a superior Zhang willing to surrender! Let your troops stop, stop!"

Troops, where did they come from? Naimon thought so, and continued to try to convince the other party.

"Noble lord," he said slowly, slowly, as he moved his hand to his chest and pressed it on the badge, "Look at this purple light! I am truly a medallion of excellence, and I really want to surrender......

"Sir, lie down! you don't have to surrender, it's close enough!"

Hearing a shout from behind him, Naimon turned his head in disbelief.

He was greeted by at least one battalion of soldiers and officers.

Their uniforms were colorful, and some were not even wearing uniforms, and it was not known whether they were deserters who took off their uniforms or civilians who joined halfway. There are even some people who only have spears in their hands, not even weapons, and just follow the others.

But it was these disorganized people, neatly arranged in a battalion formation, raised their guns under the command of several lieutenants, and were ready to fire the platoon of guns.

"All of them, ignition!"

It was Ensign Sparry who shouted out, and he looked like a colonel commanding the most elite troops.

For the first time, the instinct to survive overwhelmed the emperor's orders. Naimon threw himself forward with all his strength, and fell to his stomach on the gravel avenue.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"

Each of the four or five lieutenants shouted the order. Platoon guns hit the cavalry opposite, on their horses, on their armor. Naimon held his head and looked at the effect of this round of guns.

It's not too good, but it's amazing enough.

The knight at the head collapsed to the ground with his men and horses, and all the horses neighed, their pitches seemed to tear their eardrums. The sound of armor falling to the ground rang out, and the remaining knights cursed and raised their sabers and swords.

"The first three rows, get on the bayonet!"

This time it was Ensign Garnier who gave the order. The soldiers knelt down, drew dagger-like bayonets from the sides of their leggings and inserted them into the muzzles of their guns. Their array was not too neat, but it was unusually strong, and everyone was relieved to hand over their back to their comrades.

"Knights of the Guard!

Another Imperial Knight gave the order. Tonight they have broken through more than a dozen groups of routs. They had thought that this chaotic-looking force would also collapse at the touch of a button.

"Punch in, everyone, we've escaped enough!" shouted a thick baritone, "even if we die, we will die facing forward!"

Naimon lay on the ground, huddled in a ball, dodging the trampling of the horse's hooves.

The cavalry was imposing, but each charging knight had to face at least ten enemy muskets and bayonets at the same time. In other words, if faced with an infantry phalanx that also dared to fight, the cavalry had no reason to win.

After the war, the voice behind him gradually weakened. He knows which side will win.

"Why didn't you surrender again!" his own voice grumbled in his ear, "where did these people come from!"

"Stupid. Naimon scolded himself, "Stupid. They come after you. ”

Thinking of the people behind him, his will to survive came back to him.

"It can't just end there. I'm going to fight to the end. ”

Yes, he used to make a lot of mistakes, and his weaknesses and sins eventually brought disaster.

Everything you get is a reward for what you have done, or what you have not done.

"But even so, I want to live!"

Yes, the republic is not a better regime than the empire.

Corrupt gold politics has no advantage over crony aristocracy, and the lives of the people at the bottom may be worse than in the north.

"But even so, I want to win!"

Yes, Naymen Soleton is a bastard who doesn't need and doesn't deserve to be saved.

But even so, he still wants to save these people who have followed in my hypocritical footsteps to death.

But is there any reinforcements? Does he have any chances, can anyone help him?

He said to himself, with a very clear conclusion: "No. ”

He was the only one left. All his subordinates and superiors were in the Western Army. Well, except for one person...... The shadow flickered in his mind.

"Wake up, Soleton, it's impossible. Anne couldn't be here...... Although you've never needed her more than you need her now. ”

A powerful magician. An excellent logistical and magical warfare staff officer. Exactly the kind of people he and this group of routs needed...... It is also the people he hopes to accompany by his side.

He shook his head and banished the figure from his mind. There is only one option left: regroup more of the routed troops.

He vaguely felt the contradiction in the middle of this logic.

If you want to win...... He needed to pull more people into the water who should have been on their way to escape......

"No! you can't take them with you! The demonic voice repeated, "Dismiss them." If possible, discourage them from fighting and let them disperse. They're just impulsive, and a little trick can make them give up their resistance and regain safety, right?"

"Don't think about it. ”

"Don't think about it. ”

"Don't think!"

He needs them to charge at the enemy with their lives!

"What do you want to do! It's suicide! If you do, you're a scoundrel! Heinous scoundrel! Surrender to the Empire!"

Another voice in the body shouted frantically.

The Emperor's control magic was right. If he does, he's a villain. If he had been a competent Free Army officer, he should have chosen to surrender.

"But...... No way. Naimon licked his lips, savoring the bloody smell of his own blood.

Because he wants to win.

More than anyone wants.

I want it from the bottom of my heart.

"Even so, I want to embrace victory!"

The teeth cut deep into the tip of the tongue, and the blood that flowed down was painful to the heart.

"The people here, everybody chooses to win rather than flee! They have a choice, I'm a magician! Why can't I?"

There was a "pop" sound from the eardrum, like the sound of glass breaking.

The command magic hadn't been removed, but it was no longer able to influence Naimon's actions as freely as it had before.

So he made up his mind, turned around, and faced the broken team head-on for the first time. The battle is almost over.

"Everyone, you have worked hard! The republic has reached the most dangerous time, I will not talk nonsense!"

Then he gave a military salute. Whether they were soldiers or not, the members of the entire battalion phalanx saluted him in return and looked at him and cheered.

"Citizens, don't cheer at me! You still have a lot of battles to fight! Citizens, take up arms! Citizens, go back to the battlefield!"

The taste of one's own blood is fishy-sweet. At least I won't bite my tongue in the future speech, Naimon comforted himself.

"The Republic is still here, and we are still here! This reason is enough! Gentlemen, forward!"

He doesn't run away anymore. He didn't despair anymore.

"Forward! Go and reclaim our victory!"

For at this moment, he still has companions by his side.

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1st arrondissement in the early morning of August 9, 1666 (MDay+130).

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At the top of the parliament building, the Freedom Bell rang one by one.

The old-fashioned bell cord is long and heavy, rolled up layer by layer with coarse linen soaked in black oil, weighing dozens of kilograms, and the new-style, light bell cord designed based on modern mechanics will take more than 100 years to be invented.

Ringing the bell is a task that requires both physical strength and skill, even for a young man of his strength, let alone for an old man of Conti Fox's age.

"You must ring the Liberty Bell with your own hands, for what, Your Excellency Marshal? Where are your guards?"

Anne finally couldn't help but ask.

"If you can ask this question, you must have a different idea. What are you here for, the ...... of the Western Army" The old marshal paused, obviously not remembering her name, "...... Lieutenant Staff Lady?"

"Lieutenant Seffir. Anne didn't introduce herself more, but cut straight to the point, "I do have a different idea. What is the use of ringing the Liberty Bell now and successfully assembling an army? I came all the way from the northern city and found that all the walls were already breached. Even if we still have a fighting force, Lenny will not be able to hold it anyway. ”

"Yes, the Empire, of course, will not give us any chance to regroup. Go ahead, Lieutenant...... Lieutenant Sefir. ”

The retired marshal gasped and pulled the bell again with all his might.

Anne paused for a moment, waited for the bell to clear, and continued, "Lennie's government is finished. Almost all the chairmen of the parliament and all the ministers of the government fled, and even the Free Army issued a general order to retreat. What is the use of gathering some members of parliament who are like defeated soldiers? Neither the Union Council nor the Lenny Special District Council are known for their incorruptibility and steadfastness. Most of the people in it probably have long since escaped the Metbysie River, and most of those who remain still want to get a knighthood in the Empire. If you want to convene a parliament to rebuild the country, you may not be able to achieve this goal...... Of course, you know this. ”

Conti Fox nodded, "Yes." A Provisional Government rebuilt by these people will not have any appeal. Nor would this government have any appeal to the Republics of Interre, Italy, or the Phates. Please continue, Lieutenant. ”

"Not to mention that you're a valuable target in your own right. "You can imagine how much the Emperor would want to run a decent surrender ceremony, smash the history and position of the Confederation of Republics to the ground, smash it to pieces, and step on one foot—there is nothing more satisfying for him." How can you stay here and ring the bell by yourself, regardless of your own safety and the republic?!"

"I know what you say. Field Marshal Fawkes replied, "I am the Fox of Kengele, and I am here for good reason." ”

Anne spread her hands: "I really can't think of it...... What other reason is there to counteract these concerns?"

"The reason is actually quite simple. ”

The marshal once again pulled the bell and answered the question lightly.

"Because I'm alive, right here, and I want to do it. Do you need more reasons to do something than that?"

Anne was stunned. At first glance, this answer seems to be some kind of prevarication, but it is the bull's-eye for her at this moment.

"Because I'm alive, here, and I want to do it. ”

She muttered to herself, involuntarily taking a step back. The smile on her face finally began to fade.

"It's a bit of a shame to say, but there were several times when I was young that I wanted to run away from the battlefield. As a soldier, you will always encounter battles that you can't win no matter how much you think about them. The old marshal laughed, "Whenever I feel confused, I think so. Because I'm still alive, here's bound to be something I want to do. Don't think about the crap, motivation, conspiracy, or success rate, just do what you want, and sometimes the results won't be bad. ”

Anne took another step back, her back hitting the wall.

"Even if I am sentenced to death by the emperor tomorrow, I will ring the bell of liberty here today. ”

Ring the bell.

"Even if I only have a 10% chance to save the day, it's better than if I flee to the Lower South and regret it. ”

Another bell.

"You're coming from the Western Army, and you must have something more important to do than ring the bell or watching me ring it, Lieutenant Sefir?"

The old marshal's hand shook a little, and this time the bell became two consecutive bells. He shook his head, stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and faced Anne again.

At some point, Anne was already on one knee. Her hands were barely holding on to the wall, her whole body was shaking, and the smile on her face had completely collapsed.

"But what if you don't even have a chance of 10 percent, your Excellency, and if you're completely hopeless? Will you still choose to do it? I don't know what I'm supposed to do......"

"Fear is only one side of the coin, and on the other side is courage. I don't know what the Western Army or you were going to do, but there must be something else that can be done!"

Seeing that Anne hadn't stood up yet, Marshal Fox simply let go of the bell rope, stretched his waist, and shouted, "If you really are desperate, why do you want to come here?"

"yes...... Why am I here?"

Anne muttered to herself. In this world, faith determines power. And isn't the belief she has always insisted on "change" and "hope"?

In the war-torn Tereland. In the military factory where the machinery roars. In the ruins of the war in Teresa. In the divided and scattered motherland. In the post-war world where that person was lost. In completely different histories, there is always a road ahead, there is always a way to change reality, and there is always a slightly better future.

"Why am I following in the footsteps of 'that man'? Even a man of such high stature as Conti Fox rings the Liberty Bell here despite the danger. And now, I'm still doing all this ridiculous magic. What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of?"

Yes. She's been failing. She has been making wrong judgments and actions to end up in this desperate situation. She cannot rely on predetermined fate;

"It can't just end there. ”

Yes, she encountered all the storms, and her thoughts and desires were raped to the point by the invisible history.

"But even so, I'm still alive and still here. As you said, this reason is indeed sufficient!"

She doesn't run away anymore. She didn't despair anymore.

"Even if the opponent is history itself, even if all fate is against me, I will win for you!"

So she made up her mind.

"To hell with history and fate or something!"

At this moment, the god of magic seemed to favor her again.

"Let me see what I can do! MetaHextendRangeDetectMagic!"

The entire chaotic magic field of the city fell into her eyes, and all the disturbances were cleared!

"I hear you. You're still alive, aren't you, Namen, and I'm not too late. ”

Anne Seffel looked up and looked not far to the east: she heard. She felt it.

"We're all alive. That proves that we're not defeated yet, right?"

She walked to the window of the bell tower and leaned against the lattice to look out.

The iron-gray banners of the empire were lined up, and hundreds of soldiers were clustered around the square.

"I'm going to try at least once before all hope is gone. ”

With the hot wind of Mars, it blew across her face.

On this beautiful face, there was a smile again - and this time it was no longer a numb smile.

"I make a wish (IWish) and free me, Anne Seiffel from all her magic!"

She wants to test whether she can correct history by relying only on her own life, strength and faith.

"Use my body as a RootNode!

Her remaining arm was raised in the air, pointing vertically upwards towards the sky.

The magic gushes out, and there are no more scruples!

"Camouflage magic removed! Anti-detection magic removed! Mana suppression enchantment removed!"

The gray cloak was thrown behind her back, leaving only the dazzling red Free Army uniform.

It was as if a bomb had exploded in her place, and the air took its own accord.

At that moment, a strong wind blew through the bell tower and struck the Liberty Bell with a crisp sound.

The incantation she recited was alien and fast to Marshal Fawkes, almost as if she were whispering a difficult rap song.

Farther afield, in the Third Eastern Sector, the various units of the Imperial Army, which were rapidly advancing, suddenly stopped.

Because their detection magician covered his eyes that had been stabbed by the magic aura at the same time, and they all fell to their knees with weakness and fell to the ground.

"High mana response detected...... It is presumed that more than five gold emblems are equally magical...... Platinum Emblem...... Mithril Emblem ...... Pure Gold Emblem...... Empty Crystal Emblem...... Undetectable!It's a super high mana reaction that exceeds the upper limit!"

"It's like the dragons of the entire Northeast Frontier Region gathering in one place, or the undead in the Great Wasteland unleashing the Black Tide!"

"From the Central District to the East Third District, all personnel pay attention!

"People below the same combat strength as the Golden Emblem, each scatter and quickly look for cover!"

Because it was an achievement that took more than 200 years of hard work in the civilized world.

Whether it is the forbidden spell of an ancient civilization or the secret method of a great mage, it is not worth mentioning in the face of this achievement.

Even descriptions like "dragons coming together" or "the undead unfolding the Black Tide" are not enough to compare.

Even if all the dragons and lichs of this era were combined, they would not have mastered more magic than her.

Because that is the king of all laws called the "scientific method"! That is the foundation of modern magic science!

Wherever the light of the scientific method goes, fate ceases to exist, conspiracies are shattered, superstitions are all discarded, and religion is shunned.

The girl who is made up of 500 years of modern magic science history is there.

Her very existence is the sum total of these five hundred years of convictions.

The magical aura she emitted was probably something that even the observers of the Imperial Capital of Delan could see.

If Anne in Jena was a shining meteor from time to time, now she is like a sun that radiates infinite light and heat.

Even the fox of Kengler's eyes widened: "If you have this kind of magic, why do you want to be a lieutenant?

"You can just think it's a little willful. ”

She was still smiling. Anne Sefir, who had no worries in her heart, was about to set off.

"It won't end there, Your Excellency. The parliament will be reconvened and the four-color cross will fly again. ”

The old marshal smiled: "I hope it is as good as you say, young lady." ”

"Because I said so, it will come to pass. Anne turned, "You told me what to do." Fear is only one side of the coin, and on the other side of it is courage. Wait for the triumphant song to begin, Your Excellency. ”

Anne gave a final salute, pressed her hand on the lattice, and leaped down the bell tower.

From downstairs came the sound of short shouts and fighting. Some colorful flashes shine through the windows and are reflected on the walls of the bell tower. None of this is amazing, it's amazing how quickly those flashes fade away. That's a whole battalion...... Maybe more than that?

"Citizens, go to the Parliament building, the Liberty Bell is summoning you!"

Even here, the marshal could hear the melodious voice of the lieutenant. He burst out laughing.

"Perhaps, I rang this bell of liberty to summon you, Miss Seffer...... No, Holy Lady of Sephir. Speaking of which, I don't know her name yet. ”

A new cacophony came from downstairs, and several people with southern accents were discussing the trap, who cautiously cut the trap's starting cord. It's not Imperial soldiers this time.

The "Kengler Fox" finally breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the bell in his hand. He then decided to improvise a short poem to adapt it into a fresh and hot political prophecy.

"Just when freedom was in danger, the Holy Maiden was by its side. A hundred years from now, we will also be grateful to the gods for this. ”

Sounds good, a lot like a true divine prophecy, thought Conti Fox. Before reconvening the council, he decided to hurry up and spread the prophecy.

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