A month later, the funeral of His Majesty the First King was solemnly held in Silver Oak City.

The skilled craftsmen of the kingdom of Olam built a beautiful mausoleum in the southern foothills of the Ösk Mountains as soon as possible to mourn the great king.

Many of the nations of the continent of Eloline sent envoys to attend the funeral, and a huge procession surrounded the sarcophagus of Maharis, and from the capital, he was transported to the most beautiful place in the entire Ösk Mountains. From here, you can see the entire capital and the plains that stretch into the distance.

The first king passed away and the new king succeeded to the throne, and the inheritance of royal power is just a tiny fragment in the light and shadow of history. While Maheth rests in the kingdom he loves, the subjects of Oak City have begun preparations for Aiden's coronation.

The sky was turning white, the plains were showing a vague outline in the light mist, and the thin clouds of cotton wool were broken and floating in the faint sky, and they faced the eastern sky, gilding themselves with a circle of silver bright edges.

In the woods on the outskirts of Oak City, two carriages were parked silently, a fine dew hung on the cars, and a few sturdy horses were looking down for the young grass that had just emerged, and there was silence around them.

Inside one of the carriages, a man like Roshan was looking around at the sumptuous interior of the carriage, and judging by his expression, he seemed to be very interested. "Your Excellency, my lord, you will enjoy it, and it looks like I'm going to pack up my shabby carriage too. He said, patting the thick leather seat beneath him.

The old man on the other side had a somewhat playful expression, he didn't expect that on such a special day, in the early morning when he left the capital, he would meet a guest who knew him but had nothing to do with him. "Your Excellency, you are waiting for me on the side of the road, won't you just discuss the carriage with me?" the old man did not believe that the other party would find him for no reason.

"With all due respect, Lord Duke of Montoe, do you really want to return to the City of Thousand Streams in such a hurry? Colin said with some pity.

Montoët chuckled and looked out the window. "Do I have to go and witness his coronation? He turned to look at Colin, "Do you think I still care about all that gossip?"

"Hey, my lord, there are times when you need to care," Colin suggested, his eyes flickering, "After all, some rumors still have an impact on your reputation, don't they?"

The old man squinted slightly, and he was waiting for the treasurer's next words. "I don't know what you mean ?......"

"Your lord, your chief of guard, it seems that Baron Norraby has disappeared for a while......"

Montoe's pupils narrowed, and he knew full well that it was no accident that Noraby had been missing for a whole month since he had reported back from Rivertown. "Oh, can the Treasurer tell me where he is?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm afraid I can't help you," Colin shook his head helplessly, "but I heard a terrible plan in Rivertown, and, besides, picked up something interesting. ”

As he spoke, Colin pulled out a golden badge from his pocket, clearly engraved with the three long swords that crossed together, and the ribbons that surrounded them.

"It's an interesting thing...... Montoë looked at Colin coldly, he already recognized it as the Cormorant Guard Captain's badge that Noraby had carried. There is no doubt that his chief of the guard has become a cold corpse, and he is even sinking at the bottom of the river at this time.

"My lord, rumors are sometimes best dissipated in the bud," Colin said, placing the badge beside the old man, "even if someone has heard of it, but no one will know about it in the future, do you say?"

Montoët played with the badge, nodded slightly, and smiled kindly. "You're right, my lord, let those frivolous gossip leave it at that," the old man pocketed the badge, "Riverbend is a good place, and the Treasurer should be pleased with its tax payments for the next three years." ”

"Thank you for your generosity, my lord. Colin bowed slightly.

Montoët waved his hand and said with a smile: "You are too polite, as the former Chancellor of the Exchequer, you must always have a car worthy of your status, right?"

"Ha, my lord, you really speak to my heart. Colin clapped his hands, apparently having accomplished the purpose of his trip, "Then I won't bother anymore, and I wish you a safe journey, my lord." ”

"By your kind words, Treasurer. Montoët politely replied.

Colin twisted his broad body and boarded another carriage, and soon returned to the capital to the sound of wheels.

In the silence of the carriage, Montouët pulled down his silver hair, and his slightly smiling face did not seem to be affected by what had just happened. "Let's go. He instructed the coachman, then leaned out of the car and took a deep look in the direction of Silver Oak City, closing the window, "Maheth, you have tied me to my side for thirty years. In order to find a good helper for your son, you finally let me out. It's a pity that the years have taken away your life, but I have learned to forbear. Watch from the top of Mount Ösk and see who will have the last laugh in the end......"

The carriage gradually picked up speed and disappeared at the end of the road.

......

The loser withdraws from the battlefield, and the winner is crowned king. The Oak Palace, which was high above and shining with pure white brilliance, was carrying out this solemn ceremony at this time.

In addition to Lupe, who attended the coronation ceremony in his father's place, the high-ranking nobles of the Kingdom of Orem gathered here, even including the dukes of the other six provinces, who rarely appeared. The vassals of the kingdom were lined up on either side of the King's Hall, and in the open space in the middle, Aiden knelt on one knee, facing the throne not far away. A sumptuous dark red velvet cloak embroidered with interlaced gold threads hung from his shoulders and neatly laid out on the ground behind him, a cream-white cotton turtleneck bodice with shiny gold buttons, and a slender steel sword encrusted with jewels hung from his waist.

Pope Kasroni of the Holy See stood beside him with an ancient scroll in his hand, and his deep and majestic voice echoed in the King's Hall.

"In the name of Somu, the god of order, Aiden Tivera Kunderbach, are you willing to take an oath here?"

"I do. ”

"Have you sworn and pledged to govern the provinces of the kingdom of Orem, and to protect the property, lives, and rights of all your subjects?"

"I swear and promise to do so. ”

"Do you swear and promise to uphold the majesty, justice, and mercy of the kingdom by your power?"

"I swear and promise to do so. ”

"Do you swear and pledge, in your power, to be forever loyal to the radiance of the God of Order, and to spread His gospel to the fullest extent?"

"I swear and promise to do so until the last moment of my life. ”

Kasroni closed the scroll and touched Aiden's forehead lightly. Under the watchful eyes of the vassals, the future king stood up and walked slowly along the red carpet to the throne at the end of the red carpet.

Aiden sat with his hands on the armrests of the throne as the Pope lifted a golden-yellow crown encrusted with colorful gemstones from the tray of the attendant next to him.

The crown paused over Aiden's head, then slowly slipped it on his head.

"God bless my king, God bless my king, God bless my king......" In the midst of the call for swearing allegiance, colorful petals fell from the sky, and the low and melodious bell resounded throughout the Silver Oak City. The people cheered and celebrated, turning the square of order in front of the palace gate into a sea of joy, and the huge waves shook the magnificent snow tops of Mount Ösk, chasing the early spring breeze on the plains, and the sound spread farther and farther, announcing the arrival of a new king in the kingdom of Orem.

The grand feast lasted until the canopy was covered with bright stars, and in the Oak Palace, the nobles in full costume drank heartily, and the crystal cups overflowing with fine wine reflected a seductive halo in the bright hall, and the crisp sound of the collision burst out at the moment.

In the notes flowing from the hands of the court musicians, the men showed off their handsomeness and strength, consciously or unconsciously, and the women smiled lightly and raised their beautiful red lips, exuding nobility and elegance on their bodies. I don't know how many fascinating romances will be circulated after today's banquet.

Sirian left early, and his departure did not attract too much attention to the new uninhibited Prime Minister, or rather, everyone had more fun after the adult left.

The night breeze on Mount Ursk was cool, and Sirian subconsciously tightened his cloak. After coming out of the Oak Palace, he did not return to the official residence, but took his personal guards to the mausoleum where Mahes was laid to rest.

Orange flames danced in the stone brazier, and Sirian looked at the statue of His Majesty the Ancestor with some fascination. He pulled out a letter from his pocket, a private message from Lord Count Tandra, the commander of the Kingdom's garrison who had returned to the capital.

"Cyrian, I'm sorry that there are two unfortunate pieces of news to inform you of.

Master Maurice Harker, the chief clerk of the army, had his throat slit in his study, and when his servants found him, he had been stiff and dead for a long time.

And the two crumbs that had been sent to prison by the head of the Order Templar Order, Upland, presumably Dumar and Chadang, who died of poison on the same day.

Hell, Sirian, there must be some connection here, but if you want to find out, I'm afraid it won't be that simple.

Be careful yourself, the Lord God is above, and those ministers are not a good thing.

If there's anything else, you know where to find me. ”

Cilian read the letter in silence, sighed, and then crumpled the letter and threw it into the brazier. Soon, it burned to ashes in a circle of light blue flames.

"That's it......" Ciri thought reassuringly, turning and walking out of the tomb.

Whoever did it, Montoe, or Donis, or whatever, or even, Aiden...... None of that matters anymore.

......

Thousands of miles away on the border of the province of Sardinia, more than a month has passed since that terrible battle. In addition to the nightmare that the survivors can't look back on, there are also the remains of the rebels that no one has cleaned.

The smell of ** permeates here, and the vultures hovering in the sky and the roaming wild dogs regard this dead man's field as a foraging paradise, and the dignity of the dead is nothing more than a pale joke at this moment.

A pitch-black figure emerged from silence, hunched over and holding an old staff, hiding his form in a dark gray cloak.

He walked slowly, and the frightened wild dogs were very unhappy with the strange visitor, and they bared their rotten teeth and let out a low growl, their blood-red pupils staring at the figure as if they were going to pounce on it and tear it to pieces in the next moment.

The hostility around him didn't seem to affect him, but the vicious wild dogs flinched, made way of way, and fled in disarray.

In front of a pile of corpses, he stopped, then pulled out a slender hedron from his bosom, which emitted a churning ash in his hand.

Ancient and obscure syllables came out of his mouth, and his voice rose and fell, becoming more and more high-pitched and powerful, and the hedron seemed to be awakened and glowed with dazzling light.

He looked down at the hedron and whispered an old whisper. "Fate is slightly off, but death is only the beginning. ”