On May 25, 346 A.D., in a residential area of the eastern city of Kaunescu, the king's herald was announcing to the people that the damaged aqueduct had been repaired and that they could restore the water supply to the area today. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is great news for residents who have been plagued by water problems for more than half a month, and people immediately rushed to tell them. When the housewives heard the news, they immediately dragged their half-grown children and rushed to the water collection point with all kinds of water containers. By about 10 a.m., the dragon's spout at the water intake point finally lived up to expectations and spat out a trickle, which grew larger and larger, and soon filled the long-dried reservoir. The people were unusually happy, people hugged each other in celebration, and naughty children even jumped into the pool to play.

"Miss Rabelais, it's all your work." A young Praetorian Guard officer complimented.

"No, no, Lord Larson has also done a lot of work, and Lord Luce has always taken this matter to heart." The young lady in front of her was naturally Aressa, the Count of Rabelais, and the officer was Larson.

"It's really nice to help people do something, and I'm feeling a little bit of it now." Larson said heartily, smiling as he looked at the people gathered by the pool.

"I think that Lord Luce entrusted you with full authority to handle this matter, I guess I hope you will feel this way."

"Is that so?" Larson looked at Aretha with some confusion, and he felt that the woman in front of him was full of intellectual beauty that really fascinated him. Looking at her smiling face and shining eyes, she must be a kind-hearted and gentle girl. Larson thought.

"Whatever Mistress Luce is up to, I feel motivated now, and I feel like there's a lot to do." Larson said deliberately aloud, and while there was some ostentation, most of it was from the heart.

"Ai ...... "Ellesa......" asked the young officer, blushing and emboldened, "May I call you that?" ”

"Of course, what's the matter?"

"I'm going to trouble you a lot in the future." Larsson must have despised his cowardice.

"It's okay, I'll be alive and well with Lord Larson doing these things that benefit the people."

"Then, please let me take you back to the Great Library."

"Thank you."

"A person's life is more or less subject to a number of contracts, and if they are subdivided, there will be many types, and the number of them may reach thousands. However, I would like to say that in terms of the contract itself, what really matters is the purpose for which it is signed. The more sacred the purpose of the contract, the less binding it is; Conversely, the more snobbish the contract, the stronger its binding force. That's why I've been accused of always signing sacred covenants with a snobbish face. What I want to answer, though, is that you're all wrong. I've had times when I made contracts that should have been snobbish with a sacred heart, yes, and that was when I married my wife. - "Quotations of the God of War; Miscellaneous Talks》

One morning in September 346 in the continental Gregorian calendar, Mastar, Edchelee-Elysée.

"Your Majesty, this is roughly the way your itinerary is today, do you think there is anything that needs to be changed?" Atalanta closed the notebook and asked the empress respectfully.

Sigrani ran her fingers around her hair as she thought about something else. So, she barely listened to Atalanta's words.

"Your Majesty—" Atalanta couldn't help but raise her voice to regain her attention, noticing the Empress's distraction.

"Atalanta!" Sigrani suddenly said in a loud voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty, here I am." The guard officer bowed his head respectfully.

"Marry Hayes." Sigrani said this opinion flatly, or rather as an order.

"Huh?!" The Guards were surprised at first, and then, after the expression lasted no more than three seconds, crimson flew onto her face.

"Also, Redknapp of the Templar Order has been courting Cosette for a long time, so I'll ask him to go to Lance's house tomorrow to propose marriage." With that, Sigrani rose from her throne and prepared to leave.

"But...... Your Majesty......"

"Don't delay anything that doesn't need to be delayed, Atalanta, unless you don't want to marry Hays. You and I grew up together, and you're like my own sister, so I don't want to force you to do things you don't want to. Okay, now tell me sincerely, do you want to, or do you feel embarrassed? Sigrani asked earnestly as she put her arm on Atalanta's shoulder.

"Your Majesty, I ...... I don't hate Bavar......" the beautiful guard officer bowed his head again.

"That's good," Sigrani smiled and kissed the forehead and hair, "let me bless you like a sister." ”

September 22, 346 Continental Gregorian Calendar, Partra Palace, Pammis.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think of this invitation from Mastar?" King Arslang I, King of Paramis, raised a piece of parchment in his hand.

"This is a conspiracy of the Mastars, and we must not be fooled." Conspiracy theorists' perception.

"This only shows the weakness of the Mastarns, who are no longer under the weight of our side on the side of Scalan." The views of the militants among the Ten Thousand Horsemen.

Arslang I was clearly not satisfied with these statements, so he set his sights on his prime minister.

"Nazardin, my dear Prime Minister, what do you think of this wedding invitation?"

The Prime Minister of Parmis is now fifty-three years old, and he is a thin old man, but I believe that no one in the mainland will despise his wisdom, and it can be said that Arslang I was able to achieve the prestige of the "Liberation King", which is inseparable from his advice. After stroking his goatee a few times, Nazarald al-Din smiled and said to the king: "In the eyes of Wechen, at this moment, it is better to give a favor to the other party, and we will accept the will of the Empress Mastar." ”

"Oh?" King Parmis was interested, "Isn't that too cheap for them?" Even if the other party is the first beauty in the mainland, we can't let the water go like this. The king's self-deprecation drew a burst of laughter.

"Your Majesty, after so many years of operation, our country's power in Scaran is already quite solid, and Mastar has just experienced a civil war, so they may not be able to compete with our country in that direction for thirty years. And now, there are even greater interests and more important missions waiting for our soldiers. ”

"Greater benefits?" The Prime Minister's argument immediately caused an uproar among the courtiers.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Ladies and Gentlemen, there are already problems within our long-time enemy, Lenoske, and it is time for us to repay the care they showed for our country more than ten years ago."

There was a clear high-pitched mood among the 10,000 cavalry commanders, most of whom had been personally involved in the battle against the Reynosk invasion more than a decade earlier. Many of their comrades-in-arms, relatives, and people in their territories died in the catastrophe, and some of them were teenagers at the time, so they were left a deep impression. However, although Lenoske's national power has been in a stage of decline since that war, she is the largest and most populous country on the entire continent, so Pamis's revenge plan can only be put on hold for the time being.

"On the other hand, since Phaloncidu and Mastar have reached a temporary peace, it is not convenient for us to go against this trend." The prime minister added.

"So, does Qing already have a suitable candidate for the envoy?"

"Wechen recommends the Thousand Riders - Lord Hedna."

When the ministers heard this name, they let out a wave of admiration.

"Then, let Her Royal Highness the Princess's personal guard captain work hard once."

Countess Hedena Ramos is also a figure in the history of the Kingdom of Parmis who needs a special explanation. Being able to achieve the status of a thousand horsemen as a woman is obviously a feat for Parmis, who has been a hero, and its legend is comparable to that of two generations of Lan Fente's father and daughter who were both generals. On the one hand, apparently because the woman's family had always been a loyal retainer of Princess Fruse's family; On the other hand, she is also a brilliant military achievement, and she is famous throughout the country for leading the way. In fact, even if she had been given the position of Captain of Ten Thousand Horses, it would have been more than enough, but she declined all proposals for such an appointment on the grounds that she needed to remain with the princess to serve as a guard.

"By the will of His Majesty the King, the last general has come to your country to congratulate Lord Bavar Hayes and Miss Atalante Gautier, and Lord Frank Rednap and Miss Cosetteland, on their wedding." Facing Count César Maldini, the commander of the Western Army in Mastar, Heidna solemnly refinished the above words, and then motioned for her retinue to bring up the gifts for the other to see.

"No, Your Excellency Ramos, Her Majesty wants you to get to Shurasa as soon as possible."

"As soon as possible?" Hydena raised her eyebrows, "I don't know, can Lord Maldini lend me a Wyvern?" ”

"Are you also proficient in wielding dragons?" This surprised the elder Maldini.

"That's it." Hedena bowed to the other party, and her tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Then I will command someone to prepare it for you at once."

Ten minutes later, Hydena grabbed a map with a map showing the supply points she could choose along the way, stepped on the dragon, and took off in the air in the direction of Shurasa. The commander of the Western army watched Heidena's departure and muttered, "Is this the level of the thousand horsemen of Pamis?" ”

As the wind blew across the face of the Parmis Captain, Hedena calmly steered the dragon soaring through the sky. Although she was only a military general, she possessed the necessary qualities to serve as an emissary, as Nazard al-Din knew. But at this moment, the Thousand Riders were thinking about some personal thoughts.

I've been sent to a wedding, Heidena muttered to herself. Maybe I can only be a spectator in the wedding for the rest of my life. Thinking of this, Hydena gently stroked the scar on her face, which was very long, starting from the end of her right eyebrow and diagonally across the bridge of her nose to the edge of the left wing. Nine years ago, when he first led the cavalry to counterattack the partisan forces of the Renosk Army, he was given the saber of Husa on the other side. She was a young girl who had just turned 16 years old, and as she grew older, her scars were stained with the golden yellow of age, and her sun-kissed skin, which had been exposed to the constant outside, did not form a frightening appearance. Sure enough, more people still judge people by their appearance. Aside from the little sadness, the thousand horsemen of Pamis pulled the dragon and flew east with the current.

September 25 was the wedding anniversary of the Hayes and Redknapps. The wedding was held in the temple of the sun god. As a close guard officer of Her Majesty the Empress, and her husband's family is a prestigious two generals. As a result, there were many guests who were not on the planned list who entered the wedding scene, after all, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join the royal family.

"Bavar, what should I do with that gamble?" While waiting for the bride, Redknapp asked in a low voice.

"Is it a dead end?" Hayes shook his head.

"What a disappointment, I should have won, if it weren't for Her Majesty's intervention."

"How can you say such a bold thing that I should complain."

"Wait a minute, did you see the lady who came in with Her Majesty?" Rednap glanced at the door.

"It's hot...... Hayes looked over as well, "and the skin is a little darker." ”

"The figure is indeed very attractive, but the face is a pity, the scar ......"

The figure they were discussing was naturally Heidna, who had come all the way from Pamis, and the dress of the Thousand Horsemen should be very suitable for physical activity, and the hot early autumn of Mastar forced people to choose their attire accordingly. Long military boots and a short leather skirt, the tan leather sets off the wheat-colored skin, outlining the graceful curves of Heidena's legs that have been honed by years of activity.

"I said, don't you know the story of this woman?" Hayes asked.

"Uh...... As you know, I also have a blind spot in intelligence gathering......" Redknapp said, embarrassed and confused. However, this was clearly a pretext, as the Templar Commander had previously focused on idleness.

"See the scar on her face? Do you know what the woman said when she woke up from a coma and found the scar? ”

"In this case, the women must be hysterical."

Normally, it should be, though, when the medic was said to have told her the news with trepidation. She was silent for a moment, and then said, 'Since your hands and feet are fine, it doesn't matter. ’”

"Should I call her sluggish, or should I call her arrogant?"

"I guess it's neither."

As Hayes and Redknapp were discussing with each other, a pleasant female voice rang out behind them.

"I said that it would be unseemly for two grooms to discuss women who are not their brides at their own weddings."

"Megaella?" The two looked back and recognized the owner of the voice, "Why are you here, and you are still dressed so formally......"

"I'm a bridesmaid today, so that means the wedding is about to begin."

The two bridegrooms found that all the guests had taken their seats in order, the high priest who was in charge of the wedding had come out of the preparation room next to him, and Sigrani and Leon had taken their seats as witnesses. A wedding that can be blessed by the ruler of this country will obviously be the envy of many people.

The doors of the auditorium were officially opened, and the two brides, dressed in their wedding gowns and holding bouquets of flowers, were held by the woman's representative, Count of Reims, and walked up the red carpet towards the altar where the ceremony was held.

"Hayes, how are you feeling right now?" Redknapp asked suddenly in a whisper.

"I ...... I...... I'm so nervous right now!! Oh, damn it! Hayes cursed under his breath.

"You say, what should I do if Atalanta and the others will answer that they don't want to marry me?" Hayes then asked.

"Don't worry, you're just suffering from the premarital blues, don't think about it." Redknapp comforted him.

"Why are you shaking when you say that?"

"I'm just excited......"

When the Count of Reims had brought the two brides to the appointed place, he let go of the arms that had been holding them, and then patted them on the shoulders with those hands, smiled at them kindly, slightly mockingly, and turned to his place.

"Bavar." Atalanta whispered Hayes's name.

"Ah...... Atalanta," Hayes stammered in response, then relaxed, "You're so beautiful today, like a fairy." ”

Atalanta smiled at him, a slightly shy smile that hooked Hayes into it.

"Frank." Cosette also called the groom by name, as his girlfriend did.

"Uh...... How so...... You are also beautiful. ”

"How does it sound like I'm perfunctory." Cosette was dissatisfied.

"You should understand that I am an honest man who is not good at words." Redknapp's words were met with contempt from all who heard them.

"Then, children, let us begin this sacred ritual in the presence of the goddess Juno." The voice of the high priest rang out.