"There are many who hold the view that there are multiple equal and contradictory justices in this world. The so-called 'individual has his own justice'www.biquge.info and it seems that as long as he is linked to these 'justices', anything he does is justified and can be exculpated. Whether there really is a contradictory justice of reciprocal value in the world is not going to be debated for the time being. But history proves that no matter how noble your intentions are, if you use the wrong means, you will end up in the mire of injustice. Attachment to faith is admirable, but almost all 'unjust' people cling not to their beliefs, but to the wrong means that can never be carried out by their beliefs. -- "Quotations of the God of War: On Justice"

The year 346 of the mainland Gregorian calendar is a year that needs to be commemorated especially for the Nawei people.

As we enter October, Navi's climate is as usual, enveloped in the slow, warm atmosphere of late autumn. Although the temperature is gradually starting to drop, for the Navi people, this time of year also means warm fires, delicious hot soups and hot springs in the Voka Valley. From now on, it's time for the rest of the year.

Of course, there is another particularly important event this year - the first brave man of Navi, Gronshar, is about to remarry. The marriage partner was Simone, the daughter of the late Mebres patriarch Tovding and the sister of the current patriarch. In terms of the effect of marriage, it symbolizes reconciliation in a sense. Although the hearts of many young girls in Navi will be broken with this marriage, it also means that many young people no longer have to bear some of the burden-bearing pressures. On the other hand, the Navi people are naturally fond of celebrations. After the civil war at the beginning of the year, it was no matter what an opportunity was needed to heal the wounds it had inflicted on the nation.

Gronshar's wedding was held without the consent of the parties. The Misharu, of course, had no opinion, and they all sincerely hoped that their patriarch would find a suitable wife to support the family. The Mebres, too, were honored to be able to get back on track after a brief split and to be able to marry the "First Brave of Navi". For the Ottons, the whole of Navi was once again out of crisis under the leadership of their patriarch, and it would be nice to find an opportunity to celebrate as soon as possible.

For "Navi's brainchild", organizing this wedding is the best time for him to realize his ideals.

"Romedahl, think about my plan."

"Lisedar, at this moment, I don't think it's appropriate to discuss politics." Romerdal said with a frown.

"It's the best moment, all the Navi people are watching this wedding, so that everyone knows about it, and let everyone decide whether to support such an idea, isn't it just right for you?" Lisedar struggled to convince the somewhat stubborn leader.

"Do you still want me, your family, to become the king of Navi, Lisedar?"

"I think you're the right person, and then it's up to everyone else to see what they think." "Or, Romydal, do you still cherish your reputation more than Navi's future, as Sogrerd Leuss said?" ”

Romerdal couldn't help but take a step back, and although he clearly knew that Lisedar was provoking him, he had to admit that it was a fact.

"Isn't there room for manoeuvre in this matter? I mean, wouldn't that seem too hasty? What if he was impatient and threw Navi into another mess? With such wisdom and insight, have you not considered such a possibility? Romerdal thought for a moment and asked the above question.

Although this move is said to be a delaying tactic, it also mentions a situation that has to be worried. Lisedar was not surprised by the other party's question, and could even say that this was what he expected, the king of Navi could not be a thoughtless person, he should be able to take into account the overall situation and take into account most of the changes in the situation; And he should be strong-willed, judgmental, and proactive, and not easily listen to the persuasion of others.

"Well, honorable Romedar, leader of the tribal alliance, we can achieve this ideal step by step." Lisedar sighed and said, "I knew you would be disgusted by this somewhat radical proposal, so I also drew up such a transitional plan, you can listen to it." ”

About an hour later, the two heard a knock at the door, and when they turned their gaze to the door, they saw that the rough poplar door had been pushed open with a "creak".

"Celeste, don't run around!" Reesel's voice rang out outside the door.

When Romedalar heard his eldest son's words, he walked slowly to the door and pulled open the wooden door. Outside the door, Celeste was pushing the door with a small pink hand, and behind her, Gronshar's son, Rehhagel, was trying to hold her other hand, trying to stop the little one. However, it is clear that Rehhagel did not succeed.

"Dad~" When Celeste saw her father, she easily broke free of Rehhagel and stretched out her hands to Romerdal. Romedalar crouched down and picked up his daughter.

"Ah, father, we have disturbed your discussion with Uncle Lisedar."

"No, we're done." Lisedar stood up from behind and said.

"Why are you here?" Romerdal asked.

"Oh, the elders are just trying to invite you over."

"Is the wedding about to start?"

"I guess so."

"Then let's hurry over, delay someone else's marriage will be punished by the goddess Frig."

The Navi weddings were rudimentary compared to the Mastar, but at the same time there was no red tape. Except for the sacrifice to the gods of heaven at the beginning of the wedding, the rest is a time for people to be free to give their passions unleashed.

For the wedding of a patriarch, it would be most appropriate to invite the current leader of the tribal alliance to officiate at the previous sacrifice. So the elders sent someone to urge Romedal to hurry up and attend the ceremony.

The wedding sacrifice was made to Odin's wife, Frig, who was the patron saint of marriage in Navi as Juno was in Mastar. Today's sacrifice was very rich, seven oxen, seven deer, and seven sheep. The number seven is the most auspicious and important number in Nawi, and the three female animals that occupy an important position in the production of the Nawi people are also the most expressive offerings to the gods.

After the ceremony, according to the rules, the groom should go and fetch the bride. And you should carry her back all the way, and if it is in your own tribe, then you must rely on your feet to walk back; If it was from another tribe, he was allowed to use a means of transportation such as a horse-drawn carriage.

"Sister, Lord Gronchar has come over." Starr said, standing outside the door.

"I see." Simone responded to her brother, then turned to her female companion who helped her dress, "Do you think I'm okay with this?" It won't disgrace Lord Gronchar, will it? ”

"Simone, you should be glad that you look more like your mother, you are very beautiful today."

"Really? That's ......."

At the gate of the Mebres camp, Gronchar jumped out of his carriage, and Starr was already waiting at the door.

"Lord Gronshire," Starr spoke first, "I'll leave it to you, sister. ”

"I will take good care of her, and it is really the greatest luck for me and my family that she is willing to commit herself to me as a widower."

"My sister has always longed for Lord Gronshire."

"Let the bride come out quickly, don't be a good thing." Drul, who had come with Gronchar, coaxed from the sidelines, and his proposal was very popular, and the other spectators cheered loudly.

Amid the noise of the crowd, the bride opened the door and Simone, surrounded by her female companions, walked out. Gronshar greeted him with a smile, and he took the opportunity to take a good look at his bride. Simone and Starr are more similar siblings, but they are fortunate not to have the slightest inheritance of Tovding in appearance. After being carefully dressed and nourished by happiness, Simone can definitely be called a beauty.

Gronshire didn't have anything to say, and after finishing his brief observation, he picked up the bride. Simone let out a low cry, she wasn't quite mentally prepared. Gronchard winked mischievously at his bride, reassuring her panic, and Simone could only bury her head deep in his broad chest.

"Lord Gronshar, are you going to get in the car?"

"No, no, let's just walk back."

"What?"

"Let everyone bless us, and at the same time wish Navi to have such happy weddings often!"

When the crowd heard Patriarch Misharu's proposal, they cheered. Simone was even more ashamed at the moment, thinking about how happy and shy she was to be carried by her sweetheart like this for a full 10 miles.

In this way, the brave man of Nawei No. 1 carried his bride and walked a full 10 fats on foot. Along the way, people of various tribes greeted them in the aisles, and sprinkled wine bombs with blessings on them; Or congratulate with singing and dancing on the side of the road. At this moment, the whole Navi was in a frenzy of celebration.

"I wish you happiness, daughter of Tovding!"

"Lord Gronchar, I hope you will be able to add more children soon."

"I hope that your sons and daughters will be as majestic as Helldom, and your daughters as beautiful as Valkyria."

"Bless you, son of Grunholm, the glory of Navi!"

"The friendship between Misaru and Mebris will last forever!"

"Build a warm nest for our eagles, daughter of Tovding!"

These 10 fatalis are short-lived, because they are only a small part of their marriage journey; The 10 fats were a long time, and the Gronshals carried the blessings of the whole Navi to them.

In November 346 of the continental Gregorian calendar, Navi officially sent a note to her only land neighbor, Farensi, announcing an important matter. From now on, the Dukes of Nawei will be united, and the original seven tribes will now become the seven principalities of Navi, and the original tribal patriarchs will of course also become dukes. As for the co-ruler of Navi, Romedalal will be represented for the time being, and next spring it will be up to the general assembly and the dukes to decide who will become the king of Navi.

The Farency side accepted Navi's notice and recognized all of Navi's political decisions, and then suggested that after the election of King Navi next year, the two sides should renegotiate the original border survey.

Having ended our focus on Navi, let's move our gaze to another country.

On November 14, 346 A.D., the Zigna mercenary camp on the front line of Mryat welcomed some visitors from their homeland.

"Where is His Highness Henry? Where is His Royal Highness Henry? As soon as the messenger entered the camp, he cried out with a loud voice.

The longbowmen were evidently overwhelmed by the messenger, and it took them a while to remember that they should report to the commander, or call a random knight to do so. Fortunately, however, the Earl of Lancaster happened to be passing by, and he was not satisfied with the noise in the barracks, which also affected the tone in which he spoke to the messenger.

"I said, sir, that you have made the arduous journey from your motherland to this place, and we are very considerate. But please also be careful and moderate your behavior, there are not only natives here, but also many foreigners. Do you want the rest of the continent to laugh at us Zignars for their lack of etiquette and for the lack of discipline in our army? ”

"Presumably you are Your Excellency the Earl of Lancaster, and you have learned a great lesson, but this news is too big. I must tell His Highness Henry as soon as possible, and I beg your pardon for my ignorance. The messenger immediately apologized to the Count.

Seeing the other party's cheerful apology, the earl's slight anger disappeared, and he also said politely: "Then Your Excellency will come with me." ”

After about half an hour, the count and the messenger waited for the young prince at Henry's quarters. The prince wore a coarse cloth hunting suit of brown all his life, and carried an ordinary short hunting bow, the only delicate being the steel dagger he wore at his waist. Judging by the way he was dressed, it was clear that His Royal Highness had gone hunting. Faced with this fact, the Earl of Lancaster couldn't help frowning.

"What's the matter, my dear Lord Count? Who's that gentleman next to you? ”

"Your Highness, this gentleman is from Geldinburg, and he has important news for you."

"Oh, oh, that's a lot of hard work." The prince replied nonchalantly as he unloaded his gear.

"No, no, my toil is nothing compared to the pain that Your Highness will have to endure after listening to me."

"You...... You...... Be...... What do you mean?! Henry suddenly had a bad premonition, and he stopped his movements. But at the same time, he was afraid that his hunch would come true, so he spat out the inquiring words very slowly.

"Your Highness, please mourn, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has passed away......"

"What did you say!!" Henry roared.

"In November, His Royal Highness Edward is in a bad condition, and I have been appointed to inform you to return in advance, because His Royal Highness the Crown Prince misses you very much. But from the news that caught up with my carrier pigeons, His Royal Highness Edward had died on the 11th. ”

"How is that possible...... How is that possible? Henry bowed his head and muttered to himself. Although he knew that the eldest brother's body was indeed not capable of longevity, he was not prepared to accept this bad news so quickly.

"Earl, prepare a dragon ......for me," Henry covered his forehead and sat down to the side in a dejected manner.

"Your Highness, we don't have this thing at the moment...... Count replied nonoly.

"I don't care, it's my right as a prince, and I command you to find me a wyvern before evening! I'm a prince, can't I make such a request? Henry snarled at the Earl. This action made his face slightly pale, stained a little red by the upsurge of blood.

"Your Highness......"

Henry gasped and sat back in his chair, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. ”

"Your Highness, I will do my best." The Count owed himself to the prince and withdrew.

When the Count and the messenger both withdrew from the room, they couldn't help but look at each other and let out a sigh.

The Earl of Lancaster was quite efficient, and in the evening he borrowed a wyvern through the Iberians. When Henry got the news, he immediately packed up and took the Wyvern to Mallorca overnight. According to the message brought by the messenger, there was a fast cruiser of Tagner waiting for him there.

On the evening of 17 November, Henry finally returned to Göldinburg on a smooth sail. But the only thing that awaited him there was the cold tombstone of his eldest brother, and he fell limp on one knee before it.

"Edward Wilham, Prince of Inget, 317-346 Gregorian calendar. He was the pride of his father, the example of his brother, and the beloved prince of his subjects. He gave warmth and comfort to him like the sun on a sunny autumn day, and may his soul rest in eternal peace. "The inscription is written like this.

"Brother Wang......" Henry clung to the small tombstone and lowered his noble head.

"Henry? Is it Henry? A peaceful female voice sounded behind him.

"I think it's him, my child." Another old voice responded.

Henry looked up and looked behind him, where Richard I and his daughter-in-law were standing behind him, holding each other's arms.

"Father, sister-in-law, ......"

Edward's princess, Dorothy, was a member of Zigner's other large family, the Yorks, and she was seven months pregnant, so her body became bloated. Richard I, on the other hand, was apparently unusually old from the loss of his son, and Henry could barely recognize his father. The old king's current appearance, no one would have thought that he was just a man in the prime of life who had not yet reached the age of sixties, but more in line with the situation of an old man.

"I heard that you had returned, and I waited for you in the palace for a long time, but I did not see you. So, I think you're probably going to come here. The old king said.

"Father...... I ......"

"I know how attached you were to your brother when you were young. He also pampers you quite a bit, one might even say almost doting. George often complained about this at that time. The old king said, as if recalling the time when his three sons were young, so a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Henry, now that you're back, don't leave my side again." The old king continued. He had suddenly lost a son, and at this moment, his only thought was that he would never let any of his remaining sons take the risk. He wanted to see them at all times; He felt that in his last years, the most important thing was to be able to maintain the perfect harmony of his family. Anything else was now insignificant in the eyes of Richard I compared to family.

"Yes, Father, I will never leave you again." Henry walked up to embrace his father, and the grief of losing his brother turned into a different emotion at this moment, stimulated by the sight of his father's miserable situation—a tenderness with sorrow.

"Henry, we're all glad you're back." Princess Dorothy also said with a smile on the side.

"Thank you, sister-in-law, my nephew is here now."

"Yes, this is the most precious thing Edward left me." The princess stroked her bulging abdomen.

"The future king of Zigner is here, please let me pay my respects to him." Henry bowed deeply to his unborn nephew.

"Kids, let's go home." The old king stretched out his hand to greet the two children.

"Yes, Father."

The backs of the three members of the royal family, just like this, snuggled up to each other, were slowly blurred by the snowflakes falling in November in Göldinburg.