In the early morning of the imperial capital, the doors of homes and shops were closed early. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Crowds of citizens poured into the streets at dawn, coming from all directions and converging in a flood of soup in the lush streets.

People crowded and complained to each other, and the noisy sound made the imperial capital wake up from its slumber in an instant, and fell into the festive atmosphere unsuspectingly.

Today is the birthday of George XIII, and to this end, a series of multi-day celebrations were officially held, and all citizens of the imperial capital were "kindly invited" to participate.

The men and women in their new clothes already knew what to do for the next few days: some wanted to watch the fireworks, some planned to see the guards plant blessing trees, and some planned to spend three days in the Miracle Theater, after all, it was not worth money to go there to see the opera during this time.

"When-when-when-"

As the hourglass flipped, the bells of the various temples rang one after another, distant and solemn, like the gods in the sky whispering.

The sonorous bells and the humming afterglow of the waves of unevenness set off each other, cleansing the festive noise to the imperial capital.

Under the ringing of the bell, which is like the tide of the sea, the people who are crowded with each other also extinguish the anger of each other, and the originally chaotic and bloated crowd becomes orderly.

Although the imperial capital at this time was far more noisy than before, this lively atmosphere could not affect the peaceful daily life of the major temples.

The guards dared to go from house to house to make "cordial and friendly invitations" to the people, but they would never disturb the prayers of the priests without opening their eyes.

The delicate glazed tiles glow with colorful light in the morning sun, reflecting the angels on the wall reliefs one by one.

In the hall, the archbishop, dressed in red, relieved his busy expression and bowed his head to silently state the Bible.

The breeze passed between the statues of sword-wielding angels on either side of the door, disturbing the clothes of the archbishop kneeling before the statue.

Bright golden roses were embroidered on both sides of the red robe, and their branches lingered with each other as the robe swayed, and from a distance, the archbishop's body seemed to be embroidered with roses that were intertwined with each other, like the fate of all beings entangled with each other.

"Charles," a man with light brown hair awoke the archbishop from his prayer, "and things are coming. ”

"Cheb, you should learn to be quiet inside the temple. Charles closed the book in front of him and slowly got up, motioning for the other party to follow him away, and whispering a warning to him.

"I'm sorry, old friend, but I'm just too excited. ”

Although he said sorry, there was not the slightest apology on Chebu's face, and the nonchalant tone proved that this was not the first time he had done this.

Charles was not angry about this little thing, he knew his friend, this old fellow's mouth was as out of tune as his character, and after knowing him for so many years, Charles was used to it. What's more, Cheb is an unbeliever, and such an act is not blasphemous.

"Alright, tell me what you came for. You don't even go to the celebration on such a lively day, this is not like the 'Earth Sword Saint' I know!" Coming to the apse to sit down in the living room, Charles smiled and teased his old friend.

"Earth Sword Saint" Cheb, one of the two great sword saints of the empire, has the strength of the legendary peak.

However, what really makes this sword master talk about the people of the imperial capital is not his strong strength, but his "lively" temperament. But in all gatherings and celebrations, the presence of this old man is indispensable, of course, provided that the banquet is attended by noble ladies and court ladies......

Belch...... In general, this old man and the other Juggernaut who has been guarding the "Kargli Line" for many years are the two banners of the Empire.

Among them, the "Sword Saint" Zoza is an extreme racist, and everything related to race is black and white in his eyes.

In his philosophy, all other races are the natural enemies of humanity, and they are always thinking about how to destroy humanity.

Therefore, not to mention the invading orc invasion army, whether it is the orc caravan from the grassland in peacetime or the elven allies from the forest, there is only one end if he encounters it.

If it weren't for this, the commander of the "Kargley Line" would not have asked the powerful Juggernaut to be stationed behind the line, not on the border.

As for Cheb, he is an old playboy of the empire, the idol of countless old aristocrats, and an absolute model of old man's old heart.

"Going to the ceremony?" Cheb said disdainfully, "George XIII is not qualified to let me celebrate his birthday, besides, I don't know if there will be a next birthday celebration like this, and if I don't do it, it will become a funeral." ”

Chebu, who was born in the aristocracy, and Zoxia, who was born in the border army, are not very interested in the royal family. This is also the attitude of most of the powerful people in the empire, as long as they can ensure that the empire is not divided externally, they will not care whether the nominal ruler of the empire is surnamed "George" or something else!

"Oh?" Charles frowned, "So, you've already found out what the royal family is doing behind it?"

"Small movements?" Cheb shook his head with a smile: "This series of actions can't be called 'small'!"

"Who are the supporters behind this?"

Charles didn't say anything else, and directly asked about the identity of the person behind the scenes. He knew very well that if there was no one behind him, he would give George XIII ten dares, and he would not dare to obstruct the Temple of Dawn from honoring the oracle.

"Temple of Knowledge. ”

"It's them ......" Cheb's answer made Charles fall into deep thought, although he had been prepared in his heart, he was still a little helpless when he heard that the perpetrator was another temple.

He didn't think that this was the intention of the priests of the Temple of Knowledge, who had definitely received the oracle of the gods just like them. It is a game between the two gods, and it cannot be treated with too much caution.

As for the accuracy of the message, Charles did not doubt it.

He didn't intend to ask how Cheb got this information, because it was the other party's secret, but even though the other party only told him such an answer, he still thought about this information as a verified conclusion for the first time.

Although Chebu is an unbeliever, he is an honorary knight of the Temple of Dawn.

Whether it is the past friendship between the two or the other party's contributions to the temple over the years, Charles has no reason to doubt.

What's more, after receiving the news, the Dawn Temple will also send people to verify it, although it is difficult to find the target from many doubters, but it is much easier to verify it after having the target.

"If there is any news besides this, let's tell it too!" Seeing the smile on Cheb's face, Charles knew that he had something to hide. Sighing helplessly, the cardinal archbishop of the Temple of Dawn had no choice but to ask out loud in order to satisfy his old friend's bad taste.

PS: Finally kicked out this chapter for everyone before the lab class.,I'll be able to resume updating as usual tomorrow.,Thank you for your support.。