On January 1, 640 in the Faimon calendar, the first empress in the history of the empire was baptized and crowned in front of the Cathedral of Coennas. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to maintain the dignity of the royal family, only a few people know about the scandal of Prince Angus's life, and for the vast majority of the empire, Emperor Auston, Empress Veronica, and the infant Prince Angus all died in the betrayal of Prime Minister Adrien.

Empress Lucia's enthronement ceremony was grand and grand, with long chants wafting through the square in front of the church, countless magical fireworks bursting in the blue sky, and hundreds of thousands of people pouring into the streets.

At the climax of the ceremony, the Son of God, representing the will of the god of light, bestowed a dazzling ruby on the Empress. According to the people who witnessed the scene, it was a rare treasure that was twice as large as the jewel in the Empress's crown.

The sorrow and depression of the whole of Coennas were swept away by a once-in-a-millennial divine favorite, and for more than a month, everyone on the streets discussed the matter, and no one mentioned the concern about the continuation of the royal bloodline.

At the beginning of February, the funeral of Emperor Auston took place in a drizzling rain, from Empress Lucia to Coennas's peddlers, all dressed in black. As is customary, all entertainment throughout the empire is cancelled throughout the month of February.

During this month, the nobles who lived in Coenas all year round quietly left the imperial capital for a country fief that they had almost forgotten what it looked like. This unusual move was apparently an attempt to avoid the special tax that the Empire would impose in order to rebuild the Imperial Palace.

The wealth of the Faymont royal family for hundreds of years was burned in a fire, and the most likely way for Empress Lucia to rebuild the palace was to expropriate it from the pockets of the nobles.

In early March, however, a message from Coenas temporarily dispelled their concerns.

The message reads: The Duke of Venn will bear all the costs of rebuilding the palace in Femon.

Even the people of Zai Mu Ne read the meaning behind it from this news. That's right, as early as the reign of the emperor, there were rumors that Princess Lucia was obsessed with Duke Vane, and at this time, Duke Vane stepped in to solve Her Majesty's urgent needs, and the reason is self-evident.

In fact, in the past few years when the Duke of Venn lived in the three northern provinces, some people in the empire have privately called the three northern provinces the Duchy of Santan, and after the empress ascended the throne, some people even joked that the Femon Empire would probably become the Duchy of Venn from now on.

In addition to Duke Vain's funding for the rebuilding of the palace for the Empress, there is another news that further confirms people's suspicions - Duke Vane's own brother, His Royal Highness the genius knight Richard, will replace Duke Katz, who sacrificed his life for the country, as the head of the Royal Knights.

However, for Empress Lucia herself, none of this disturbing news mattered, and the most important thing was the message from Donner that Richard brought with him when he came to Coennas.

"It's our brothers' turn to rebuild your home......"

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The alternation of imperial power in the Faimon Empire on the continent of Huls is a major event that happens at the top of power for the people living here, but if you look at the whole of Middle-earth, it is just an inconspicuous small matter.

There are far more noteworthy dynamics than those with an extremely keen sense of smell that extend throughout Middle-earth.

In the Emerald Harbor in the south of the Kaios continent, the center of power of the Medici family, in the wooden house next to the forest stream, Alex was standing behind his father, watching the old man sketch the lines with a paintbrush at random, and at the same time telling the latest news one by one.

As the old man's seemingly disordered brushstrokes fell, the outline of the painting gradually appeared on the drawing board, which was the idyllic scenery before the rainstorm.

Alex frowned at the sketchpad, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"Father, do you want to inform the Holy See of these things?" he asked in a deep voice.

The old man didn't look back, and snorted softly, "Do you think they know less than we do?"

"Then what do you mean ......"

Finally, the old man put down the paintbrush in his hand and muttered for a long time: "We are just businessmen......

Alex waited silently, but his father said only one sentence and said no more.

He waited for a while, then asked tentatively, "So, when they come up, we will stay away for the time being...... Wait until the dust settles before you make plans?"

The old man showed a rare look of approval on his face, and nodded: "No matter who is in charge of this world, it needs farmers to farm, craftsmen to build, and merchants to balance the situation, as long as you figure this out, you can find the answer to the problem." ”

"Father, I have one more question...... Alex asked.

"I know what you're asking," the old man waved his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and said in a deep voice, "We can't see the north, and we can't see the south, so ...... You can only wait, and when you can't wait any longer, that's when you bet. ”

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Emperor Auston was killed in a coup d'état, and the same thing is playing out in different forms on the continents of Middle-earth, and the only thing in common is that behind every event, there is a shadow from the north.

Faced with the faintly surging undercurrents in Middle-earth, the Medici family chose to hide, forbear, and pretend to turn a blind eye. This is a choice that the weak have to make in order to survive.

As the true helmsman of the Medici family said, their vision is limited and they can't see what is happening in the Knights' Federation and the Magic Continent.

In fact, the mages who stood on top of the world south of the Sea of Oblivion had no regard for the recent actions of the Lands of Chaos.

The beast tide had ended two years ago, but it wasn't until March last year that the last legendary beast was slaughtered by the dragon rider Master Sandru himself.

This battle between the mage and the demon beast lasted for nearly a year, and the victor Sandru, after returning to the Chiga Mountain, has been closed.

Dragon City, as the city with the greatest loss in this beast tide, is still far from recovering after two full years of reconstruction.

And in the major holy courtyards, the cloud cable car that was damaged by the flying demonic beast is also being repaired.

Not many people in St. Petersburg, who was trapped in the beast tide for nine months, remember that in the last two months of the trap, thousands of refugees died of hunger.

Few people know that after the beast tide raged, the first to restore order in the entire magic continent was the elven territory, and not many people knew that in the north of the elf territory, a small tribe that brought together ordinary elves and night elves was slowly forming.

Unlike all the other elf tribes, the elves here are beginning to learn magic, and the one who teaches them magic is actually a half-elf girl.

(I finally finished moving, I was so tired that my legs and feet were weak, and my whole body was screaming to rest, but I thought of promising to resume the update on Saturday, so I still insisted on writing it.) Thinking that I am such a responsible person, I can't help but be a little moved, hehe...... (To be continued.) )