Even during the war years, Iver Isnir did not shed its veneer of prosperity. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Tiansheng Imperial Theater has just staged "The Ancient Capital of Love" not long ago, which tells the story of a noble child and a commoner girl who fall in love. According to the author, the play is based on the former chief mage of the court, Particius Liadon. As soon as the play was staged, it caused an uproar in the government and the public, and Queen Mary angrily declared that she would hang all those involved in the play. Prime Minister Zabi King was happy to watch the opera, which stigmatized his former political rivals in the name of "free love", so he tried to keep all the members of the cast in front of the queen. Under the patronage of the Prime Minister, the opera was staged twenty-one times at the National Theatre and was warmly welcomed by all the young nobles, and the costume of the heroine, Matiel Green, became the most popular style in the royal capital. Some critics have said that the opera provided the best weapon for the children of the aristocracy to challenge the traditional ethics of Midfeldt.

There were many nobles and young people who imitated the words and deeds of the male protagonist - the elven mage Parin on the streets, and the silk bauhinia flower used most in the play also quietly became popular in the streets and alleys.

However, for the common people, they did not know why the old men had pinned bauhinia flowers to their clothes, nor did they know why the noble lords had learned the melancholy temperament of the elves, they only knew that because of the new outbreak of "holy war" in the east, they had to pay an extra twenty-three copper in war tax each.

Pay your taxes, pay your taxes, pay your taxes!!

Ever since Chancellor of the Exchequer Zabi King became Prime Minister of the Kingdom, this is the word that the people have heard the most.

In addition, if your ancestors did not pass on any noble titles to you, you should be careful, it is best not to go out at night, the night road in the royal capital is not very safe now.

In view of the historical lessons of the Frankenstein and Rhodel dynasties, there has been a tradition since Liverl the Great: no matter how far away the nobles' territory is, they must send at least one young family member to the royal capital to "learn".

The Emperor of Heaven has prepared a number of places to train the future pillars of the empire: the National Academy of Magic, which has been handed down from the hands of the great sages of the previous dynasty, the historic Havinli Seminary, the aristocratic court that allows young noble children to remember the glorious traditions of their ancestors, the country's highest institution of learning, which inherited the previous dynasty's Rodell Institute of Technology and is now renamed the University of Liver, and the War Academy, which is specially designed to train military talents for the kingdom, and the War Academy, which is presided over by the Fernandi family.

Even with noble blood flowing through them, these young people are still like wild horses at that impulsive age. Emperor Rohan the Great had the foresight to promulgate a curfew in the seventh year of the kingdom's calendar, which clearly stipulated that the children of the nobility in school were not allowed to stay overnight. Ten years old is usually the most energetic period of a person's life, but these noble children have to go to prison in school, you say, is there anything more suffocating than that?

However, life will always consciously look for opportunities to bloom with vitality, and now four hundred and eighty-two years have passed since the decree was issued, and although the heads of the various schools still nominally maintain the ban of Emperor Rohan, the previous opera "Absolute Love in the Old Capital" does not vividly tell the children of the nobility a variety of ingenious ways to break the ban?

As you can see, the night in the royal capital is now lively.

On the 6th day of the Foggy Month, a student of Livre University and the future Earl of Santellus, set a fire in the slums, causing the royal capital garrison to be busy for half the night, and only then did the fire be brought under control to a certain range. The people of the ghetto woke up from their sleep, most of them fleeing for their lives in single clothes, and in front of them were aristocratic young men holding hands, who blocked the way of the poor and sang in unison:

"Fat fellow John,

Grab your pants!

Be ready

Chased all the way by love!hey!hey!"

The people who fled were not in the same good mood as the young masters, and they had to make a choice, either to run into these young masters in front of them, or to turn around and find another way to survive in the sea of fire.

Ancient and glorious traditions and humble intellect clearly told them that they should choose the latter.

So, some people screamed loudly, some people laughed, you may feel cruel, but this is what innocent and lively young masters do!

If you are a commoner in Rohan, you don't need to be surprised that the cow bladder or window paper on your windows will be punctured overnight, and you don't need to be surprised when the pillars of your wooden house were secretly sawn off. The bakery owner in the city of Everisnir usually has to have a few signs ready, because they might get up in the morning and the signs will be broken into pieces and thrown into the gutter. Rout Alphonse, a shoemaker in the south of the city, heard the voice of Siri at his door in the middle of the night, and he boldly opened the door with the valve and shouted, and saw a young master wearing a mink crown rolling down from the barrel at his door. The honest man hurriedly closed the door, and let the young master climb the barrel again majestically, and took away the spoils of his adventure in the middle of the night. Someone once tried to take off the sign after dark, but the next day his house was smashed to pieces. Between a signboard and a house, normal people will make a wise choice.

Dogs and cats were not popular among the commoners of Iver Isnir, and once had a dog, but when they looked for it the next day, it was completely unrecognizable: the hair on the top of its head was shaved clean, like that of an ascetic, its tail had been cut off, and it wore a robe made of blue paper, and on the left side of the burnt-covered dog's face was clearly written: "Chauvin Vic." On the right is written: "Scrooge Pope", apparently by a student of the seminary of Havinley. As for cats, it was not surprising that they cut off their ears and pulled out their nails, and citizens could sometimes find a bloodied cat by a garbage can, smelling of fine Thornfield red wine. How did he die? Of course, he was drunk. Praise to Coluna, this cat is so lucky, it is impossible for a poor man to taste this luxury!

Breaking the street lamps of Everisnir was commonplace, and once the son of a baron, boasting of his ability to shoot arrows, shot off half a street of street lamps in one go. But as he walked down the street in high spirits, the corpse of a curious citizen in the back fell from the balcony of his house with his feathered arrows, so it was not fashionable for Iverisnir to open the doors and windows at night.

Fortunately, magic is a very gifted thing, and most of the noble children who enter the Midfield School of Magic are quasi-"magic apprentices". Otherwise, the whole of Everisnir would have burned them. There was also one magic apprentice who liked to travel at night despite the curfew, and that was the suave half-elf mage Particius Liaton, but in those days, he didn't do anything bad about demolishing houses and burning them down except for making those women willingly fall - if the private meeting of using magic to tear holes in the wall mentioned in "The Old Capital of Love" doesn't count. In contrast, the students of the Fernandi War Institute were a little more comfortable - it was much more difficult for them to break through the walls of the courtyard than in other academies, probably because the instructors there were mostly glorious Kingdom soldiers.

It is extremely dangerous to be single at night in Ivy Isnir, and a few days ago a number of women have inexplicably disappeared at night, and some young and beautiful men have also been unlucky. According to the daughter of a tailor shopkeeper, on her way home she was surrounded by a group of young gentlemen, whom they called Queen, groveling to greet her, and then carrying her by the hand to a club to dance the "Harzblotti" - the kind that was once particularly fond of a certain count, which lifted the hem of the skirt and constantly split the legs. At first she was unwilling, so they served her with whips made of calfskin. If the girl hadn't changed her words in time, I'm afraid that by the time she jumped up, there would have been nothing to cover her. In the end, the girl suffered the kind of insult that men like to do to women, but she relied on her youth and strength, and finally escaped at dawn when everyone was asleep. As for the other girls, they all disappeared like smoke. Apart from their families, no one else cares about their whereabouts.

Another young man was less fortunate: Sir Maro Klingen's family had a small fief near Thornfieldshire, but not so big that it would be forced to "study" in the royal capital. Sir Klingen was young and handsome, and he heard that such a nobleman was very popular in front of the queen in these years, so he left his hometown and came to the royal capital alone. It's good that a young man is ambitious, but he shouldn't have chosen to go into town in the middle of the night. As soon as he got out of the carriage, he was unlucky in the royal capital, and when the group carried him to the club, they found that they had mistaken the sex of their prey, but this did not disappoint the young masters, and their eyes became more and more frenzied when they looked at him. Feeling insulted to his dignity, the young knight revealed his nickname, but unexpectedly drew laughter. The proud blood of his ancestors, which had been passed down from him, forced him to resist as fiercely as a lion. However, the young masters completely ignored the many-to-one, and served him together with a cowhide whip soaked in wine. Although tradition says that the crowd should not be bullied, it was the occasion for the sword! At dawn, the citizens found the corpse of the lord covered in blood and his pants down to his ankles in an alley near the Well of Our Lady, and hurriedly reported the case to the royal capital garrison. After investigation, the judge finally ruled that "due to excessive drinking, he fell to his death in the alley." "Actually, the judge is not unfounded, Sir Klingen does smell of alcohol, and the whip that whipped him was stained with alcohol.

There is no doubt about the impartiality of the royal judge, who, according to himself, has always been the most law-abiding servant of Her Majesty the Queen and the Prime Minister. And the leader of the young master who likes to kidnap people in the middle of the night is none other than the prime minister's son, Hierro Kim.

Hierro King, who is twenty-four years old today, has long passed the age of "studying", but his father is the president of the National School of Magic in Midfeldt, so there is no need to dig into this kind of thing.

Not long ago, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, Zabi King, who had been given full responsibility for the defense against the enemy, issued a conscription decree, which clearly stipulated that the king must gather an army of 30,000 men within the next few days to support the resistance of the Duke of Fernandi. Correspondingly, Hierro Kim also put forward slogans such as "For the honor of the kingdom", "Be an exemplary noble child", "When the country is in trouble, everyone is responsible" and so on. As a result, Hierro King's personal prestige grew exponentially, and it should be said that nothing aroused the patriotic fervor of aristocratic youth more than this.

The students' nightlife was even more varied: the next day Everisnier was as clean and tidy as if it had been visited by the Irish pirates. The townspeople woke up one morning to find that everything that had been placed outside their doors was gone, and in the afternoon they found the small square behind the palace full of lost belongings from every family: millstones from the mill, wooden poles from the tailor's shop, spinning wheels from the spinning shop, large bags of flour from the bakery, women's underwear, dried firewood, children's toys, etc., and most conspicuously a statue of the Virgin of Coruna made of Mithril on it. The children told the queen standing at the gates that these were donations to the kingdom by the glorious citizens of Everisnir to resist the invasion of the Fal-Easton Empire. The queen was delighted and praised her people for their loyalty. Just when she felt that the statue of the Virgin made of Mithril was familiar, the president of the Harvinley Theological Institute and the archpontiff of the Darkmoon Church, Chauvin Vic, ran from the direction of the college with snot and tears, and the fat on his face kept trembling, and begged the queen to return the relics of the Havinley Theological Seminary.

The queen was taken aback, and turned her head to the side of her elegant temperament and thought for a long time, and then remembered that she seemed to have had a tryst with Partisius Liaton, a top student of the National School of Magic in Midfield, who had escaped from the Middlefield National School of Magic when she was a student at the school, and Princess Margaret may have been pregnant at that time. Even with Princess Margaret's obvious elven blood, the queen was still a little unsure of who her father was, she was too busy when she was younger, but she was even busier now as a queen.

When Mary III saw the old minister, who had been her rector, kneeling before her with tears in her eyes, she immediately graciously agreed to the Pope's request. The overjoyed pope circled his chest and praised the Queen's holiness and piety, and the fate of the kingdom must be blessed by the Virgin. Although the queen has heard a lot of such words for a long time, this time she still has a feeling of fluttering fairy, with a charming expression between her eyebrows and a smile.

After settling the finances, we also have to solve the problem of soldiers. According to the tradition of the Tanlans dynasty, the eligibility of the people to serve in the army was granted by the various lords. No, these energetic young men made full use of the rights granted to them by their bloodlines to raise troops for the kingdom.

The first to enlist in the army were the homeless people, for whom it was perhaps a blessing - if they did not enlist, they would either starve to death or become slaves, but joining the army was very different, and even if they died, it would be the supreme honor of receiving the blessing of Mary!

As the royal capital of Midfeldt, the number of untouchables who insulted the image of the kingdom was naturally relatively small. As a result, the children of the nobility soon realized that they were not enough soldiers.

Some people began to complain that the future Count of Santellus should not have set fire that night, otherwise it would not be easy to recruit soldiers?

However, some clever brains soon came up with a way to compensate for it by releasing their slaves into the army.

But in this way, other nobles who were far away were troubled - where would their soldiers and horses be gathered?

No! We must not dishonor our ancestors!

The lords of these fiefdoms throughout the country began to spontaneously use their brains to keep their soldiers busy.

Tom is a deaf homeless man, and when he is put on his coat, he is about to steal a loaf of bread from the bakery. If he succeeds, he will not starve to death tonight, and if he fails, he will be hung on the gallows behind the small square of the palace tomorrow. Therefore, when the shackle-like thing was put on his body, it really startled the future thief. Frightened, he waved his arms with all his might, and screamed loudly in his mouth. Unexpectedly, this move happened to be seen by the lord, he touched the beard on his chin that had not yet grown full, and said with satisfaction:

"Well, yes! This soldier is very strong! He will definitely be able to fight bravely on the battlefield and raise the supreme prestige of the Midfield Kingdom!"

Henry was a disabled beggar who had lost his right hand due to illness. When a young lord put on a sabertooth coat of arms and his own coat of arms, and declared that he was a soldier of his family, he was scratching in the rare winter sun.

"You...... What did you just say?" Although he had a new set of clothes on his body, the man shivered with cold.

"You're a soldier of the Midfeldt Kingdom now!" said the sir.

"What?!" Henry still didn't quite believe his ears, after all, everyone knew that he was a handicapped, and he struggled to raise his right arm, which was only left with his right elbow, to show the lord, and stammered in defense, "Sir...... I'm a cripple, my lord!"

"Well," Sir ...... then realizing this awkward question, he glanced at the others behind him, and said, "It is all right! devotion to the Virgin will be your sword, and loyalty to the Queen will be your armor!

The one-armed man wanted to argue about something, but the soldier behind the lord reached out and grabbed it and threw it into the carriage.

Since someone has started to do so, the beggars in the city of Iveuisnir have become the objects of hunting by the young masters, and the deaf and blind people and the like are still decent in their robes, and as for those with broken arms and lame legs, it is a bit strange to wear the number robes, and a lord said to the government officials who questioned this: They have at least given those who have the opportunity to sacrifice their lives for the country, and the queen will help you with gold coins. But those who suffer from leprosy, or who are cursed by the evil king, have no glory in dying on the battlefield. Speaking of which, disease is really ruthless, in addition to depriving people of their health and life, but also depriving them of honor.

Even when the beggars and poor people of the city were gathered under the saber-toothed grass, the number of soldiers was still somewhat insufficient. A lord patted his head and came up with the following idea:

As he walked down the street, Yorke Hans, a carpenter from the south of the city, noticed a silver coin beckoning to him on the ground, and while silently reciting Coluna's name, he carefully observed the movement around him, and only picked it up after making sure that there was no one around. After walking a few steps, he found a silver coin on the ground, and the lucky guy quickly drew a circle on his chest. He picked up and picked up along the way, and before he knew it he had entered an alley, and it was not until he followed the silver coin into a hut and the door slammed shut that he woke up from his lucky dream, and wiped his eyes to see that a group of young masters with ceremonial swords were waiting for him.

"Welcome to join the Heavenly Saint **** with a supreme sense of honor and patriotism!" The young master at the head announced solemnly, and the children next to him raised their thin swords together and said in unison: "Long live the Queen!"

Poor York, whose face turned blue with fright, put on a saber-toothed coat in a daze, and then he was led to a group of equally confused companions, and it took him about a quarter of an hour to bring himself to his senses.

It is a small wooden house, which is different from the stone buildings of Iver Isnier, and was apparently built in a hurry. It's stuffed with sardines like people. Light filtered in through the iron-barred windows, bringing a faint light to the hut. By this light, York saw a pair of eyes that were just as terrified as he was. When I inquired, I found that there were many strange ways in which people were caught here: some were caught in fishing nets falling from the sky when they went out, some were dragged into the alleys on their way to the Well of Our Lady, and some were missing after passing through the small square of the palace...... In short, the welcome words are almost the same: "Welcome to join the Tiansheng **** with a supreme sense of honor and patriotism!"

So, under the enthusiasm of the nobles and the people, this heavenly saint **** was quickly formed, the flag was the blue of the holy protection of the chauvin Vic Archpope, painted with a green and delicate sabertooth grass, and a bright red ribbon floating on the top of the flagpole.

When this procession walked through the royal capital avenue surrounded by the children of the nobles in bright armor, the onlookers were silent. Many of the loyal and brave soldiers of those kingdoms were their kinsmen.

A little boy with maroon hair suddenly cut through the silent crowd, ignoring the bayonet and heavy sword held high, and ran straight for someone in the group. And in the direction he was running, a middle-aged man with a spear in his hand just wanted to stop, but was squeezed forward by his colleagues behind him.

"Daddy, Daddy......" the little boy shouted in the direction in which the figure had disappeared, leaning forward slightly, slightly stiff at the shout.

A horse's hoof, a horse's hoof nailed to a silver back, stepped down on the child's dwarf back. All they heard was a click, and the broken rib pierced into the lungs, and there was no more crying, and the voice calling for the father was cut off. The child's thin body rolled on the ground, and crimson blood, which had symbolized vitality, spilled on the ancient granite street.

"Kill yourself! bastard!" the lord on horseback frowned, took out a handkerchief and wiped his blood-stained breeches, but no matter how much he wiped them, they couldn't wipe them clean.

A sad and low roar suddenly came from the queue in front, and an iron spear swept like a whirlwind, and the soldiers in the queue fell into a large piece, and many prosthetic hands and legs rolled all over the ground, and the female dynasty who inspected the army on the city gate glanced at this side, but because the distance was too far to see clearly, the nobleman in charge of supervision on the side turned pale with horror, and hurriedly ordered his own soldiers:

"Kill, kill them!"

The swords and spears were raised, and the street was soon covered with blood. The official next to the queen whispered a few words of explanation to her, and she stopped looking this way.

The head of the long dragon, Hierro Jin Jiaxue, dressed in golden helmets and golden armor, walked at the front of the queue with a majestic attitude, and a banner with "Heavenly Saint ****" written on it was erected beside him. Many ministers surrounded Zabi King on the city wall, and kept complimenting the prime minister's majestic appearance. It was loud enough for Her Majesty to hear it.

Mary III turned her still young and beautiful head, and looked at the troops passing under the city gate with a spring breeze, not realizing that the Prime Minister next to her smiled a little stiffly today.

"Long live the Queen!" cheered the Queen at the gates, many of whom were already her lovers.

Their fathers, who were standing at the gates, smiled at them. However, when their eyes swept to Zabi King, they were full of resentment. They were all from the past, and they all knew what this young fanaticism was up against.

When the team finally came out of Everisnir, the queen suddenly felt a little lonely, and under the pretext of being unwell, she walked away with the help of a beautiful young man.

As soon as the surrounding ministers saw that the queen was gone, they quickly dispersed in twos and threes, leaving only Zabi Kim and his henchmen on the city wall.

"Xiangye, are you feeling well today?" asked the henchman cautiously.

"Nope. ”

"Are you worried about their safety?"

"Nope. ”

"Xiangye...... If you're worried about the defeat of Childe, you can let the others lead the army!"

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose. The Prime Minister of the Kingdom said, "No matter how you say it, it's okay to support it for a month or two......

The man listened to Zabi Kim's words, and glanced at him in fear, the corners of the mouth of the Prime Minister of the Kingdom were slightly upturned on the fat face.