At six o'clock in the morning, the bell tower of the inner city rang out on time, and through the dawn sun, it resounded throughout the city of Istalen. The sleeping city quietly woke up, and the gates of the city slowly opened on all sides. For hundreds of years, the city has been under the original militarized administration, with bells of varying lengths guiding people's daily routines.

The ancestors of the White Lion family built the Isttalon military fortress on the high ground by the Greywater River, and in order to clear the shooting boundary and ensure safety, they cut down and burned the forest within a radius of twenty miles into white land. Three hundred years later, what was originally a strategic depth developed into a bustling city, and the military fortress became a closed inner city.

From Victory Square head north across the moat, and climb a steep 45-degree slope to reach the inner gates. The 20-meter-high inner castle wall is made of black rock as hard as iron, and you can directly observe the outer castle wall when you look out from the castle wall. Every ten paces on the city walls were a watchtower, which contained huge weapons of war wrapped in linoleum cloth, which had not been in a state of war for many years, but were still cleaned immaculately every day.

"Mad Dog" Shet, as usual, squatted on the city wall with his neck crooked, looking as if he had nothing to do, but his two squinted eyes were staring at the gate of the outer city. From the walls of the inner city, the crowd of people leaving the city was black dots the size of sesame seeds, but Shet's eyes could see clearly without the help of any tools.

Mad Dog's favorite thing to do every morning is to crouch on the city walls and look down on the city, and from this height, the trivial things in the city cannot escape his perverted eyes. Another of his perverted abilities is known to be his speed of action. Even standing on the walls of the inner city, the mad dog can reach the scene of the incident within five minutes. Although he is the commander of the security forces, he prefers to move freely on his own, and it would be great if he could loosen his muscles in the event of a fight.

He shook his head and hummed a tune, when suddenly his eyes lit up, and he threw himself against the wall and craned his neck to look closely. An impressive figure walked in from outside the city, and the mad dog cracked open and laughed. His trademark hoarse laugh spread far away, and the soldiers stationed on the walls rolled their eyes, and Lord Shet had to turn a blind eye to the days of the month when he had to have a convulsion.

"Shut up! Shet!" a cold voice came from below the city, causing the mad dog's laughter to stop abruptly.

"Good morning, Sir Pross. Shet turned his head and twisted his ass in salute. Although he was courteous for several weeks, his face still had that unbeaten expression, which looked very sarcastic.

The young officer, who had just entered the inner city, was about thirty years old and rode a brown military horse. From the image alone, he and the mad dog Shet are almost two extremes - the blue and white military uniform and armor are meticulously worn on the body, the hair is neatly combed behind the ears, the face is gloomy and expressionless, and the words are like gold.

Despite his poor appearance and stubborn personality, Shet, the mad dog, has a good temper and is very popular with the mercenaries in the city. And the young officer looked polite, but no one dared to go wild in front of him. Because he is none other than one of the three giants of Istalen, who is on a par with Mad Dogs, the "hound" Pros, who is in charge of the monitoring force.

"Aha, feared Sir Pross, it's not easy to see you. Shet jumped from the wall, his feet brushing a cloud of white smoke from the wall, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he deftly rolled over and came to Pross.

"Get out of the way, I have something to do. Pross ignored Shet's nonsense and turned his horse's head and walked past him.

"What's the matter this morning?" asked Shet, reluctantly grasping the reins of Pros's mount, with interest.

"I'm going to report the mercenaries to the little master. GLP said that the purpose of the White Lion Family's killing order is not only to hone the combat effectiveness of the mercenaries under its command, but also to make statistics on the basic situation of these mercenaries, which is an indispensable routine report.

"Oh, of course I know that's the case, but why are you here so early?" Schette pouted in the direction of the castle and winked at Pross: "Little master has more important things to deal with in the past two days, don't delay your business." ”

Rao is GLP was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He followed Shet's gaze and glanced in the direction of the castle, but without saying a word, he silently jumped off his horse.

The castle of the White Lion family had awakened before the bell rang, and the servants and maids were well trained to work and prepare for the guests who had come from afar.

The platform on the top floor of the castle is the highest point in the city, and on weekdays it is enclosed by a curtain wall, creating a small observation deck that cannot be viewed by outsiders, but can enjoy a panoramic view of the city. This is the most intimate courtyard of the castle owner, and it is also the best place to entertain distinguished guests.

The three-metre-long red-shirted wooden table is neatly arranged with twelve sets of Missouritan silver cutlery, and young maids shuttle like water, bringing a variety of seasonal fruits, cakes, snacks and brewed beverages, which are as rich as the scale of a dinner party for the average aristocracy.

The gray-haired old butler served respectfully, with a kind smile on his face, but his eyes flashed with a feverish gaze, and even the maids who served seemed to be in high spirits. The atmosphere in the courtyard was vaguely eerie, and the iron-blooded style of the White Lion family permeated the blood of everyone in the castle, and now it was not so much entertaining distinguished guests as it was fighting a war.

Finally, when the butler and the maid retired, the host and the guests present breathed a sigh of relief.

The blonde boy sitting on the throne laughed awkwardly, he was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, his appearance was delicate, and his body had not yet fully grown. Although he has the emerald eyes that are characteristic of the White Lion family, his slender body is a far cry from the fierce body of the ancestors in the castle portraits.

Antonio Caesar, the modern-day head of the White Lion family, has never appeared in public since he succeeded to the patriarch's throne, so almost no one knows that he is just a sick boy who has not yet passed the weak crown. Ten years ago, the White Lion family suffered a drastic change, and the old patriarch and a group of blood relatives never returned, leaving only Antonio, the only lineage. He struggled to survive through intrigue and betrayal, eventually becoming the new patriarch, but he also lost his health.

"I'm so sorry, Sister Mary Vian, I hope you don't blame my servant. The young patriarch said with a wry smile to the guests across the table.

"It doesn't matter, our generations walk on the earth with the oracle of God, and the reverence of mortals for us is the reverence for God. As for our generation, all we need is water and bread. ”

The table was filled with sumptuous food, but there was only one guest. At the age of sixteen, a young girl named Mary Vivian was favored by the gods and traveled far and wide as the chosen people of the goddess of life.

The girl was sitting at the other end of the table, clasping her hands together in front of her chest and whispering a pre-dinner prayer. With bright purple eyes and long, wavy hair of the same color, she has a unique presence that is hard to hide even among the colorful fruitcakes. Although she wears the most modest nun robe, she clearly reflects the curves of her peers. The two diametrically opposed temperaments of nobility and holiness and bewitching ripples are perfectly combined in her body.

The continuation of life is the basic law of the world, sacred and noble. But from the perspective of human psychology, the continuation of life is also the embodiment of love. Almost all clergy are required to serve the gods wholeheartedly, to be clean, and to be pure. Only the goddess of life does not mind her followers pursuing love, getting married, and having children. That's why Marivian is treated so unusually here.

As the only remaining lineage of the family, Antonio has the obligation and responsibility to reproduce for the family, and Marivian, as the "Holy Nun" of the Temple of Life, can meet the standard requirements of the white lion family's housewife in terms of status, appearance and character. On the other hand, if Marivian was able to marry Antonio, she would inevitably bring the favor of the goddess of life to Istalen.

The patronage of the gods is essential to the family's legacy, and the presence of the Temple of Life will lay a solid foundation for the future development of Istalen. In the face of such a huge combination of interests, the personal opinion of the parties becomes less important.

Marivian's awkward words were not polite, nor were they modest politeness. After praying, the girl really only took bread and water, and turned a blind eye to the mountains of delicacies at hand. This kind of behavior is actually very rude, but Antonio has become accustomed to it these days. After a few days of contact, he knew that this was not the girl pretending to be high, or obeying some rules and precepts, she was just troublesome.

The young patriarch absentmindedly took a bite of bacon, equally uninterested in the other food in front of him, but his heart was entangled. On a personal level, Antonio was very impressed with Marivian. This girl was born to be a disaster for the country and the people, and if it weren't for being a voter, with a divine power that makes people unable to have evil thoughts, I'm afraid that all men would be crazy about her. Even when I met her for the first time, I couldn't extricate myself for a while. However, after all, young people have a little tender face, and they want to express their admiration, but they are a little reserved and can't let go of their hands and feet.

He didn't expect that the attitude of the White Lion family towards this matter was even more concerned than his own, for the sake of the little patriarch's happy life in the future, everyone in the castle was full of chicken blood, and even Antonio himself couldn't stand the excessive hospitality.

Fortunately, Marivian didn't mind...... In fact, she didn't pay attention at all. After a few days of contact, Antonio felt that her personality was actually a bit natural. Apart from her own interests, the Holy Sister was completely unwilling to waste her brain cells on other issues.

While the little patriarch was still pondering, Marivien had already settled the bread on her plate with graceful and quick movements, and drank the water from her cup. Miss Nun stuck out her tongue, carefully licked off the remaining crumbs from her fingers, and stood up to leave.

"Sister Marivian, do you have any plans for today?" Antonio asked aloud, recovering from his senses.

"Today the sun is shining and the wind is beautiful, and we should listen attentively to the teachings of the goddess. The Holy Sister stopped, with a pious expression on her face, and her beautiful bright purple eyes were blankly unfocused.

"Are you going back to sleep?" Antonio couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his mouth, and after a few days of contact, he could already understand the meaning of the half-literary words of the Holy Nun's mouth.

Anyone who meets Marivian for the first time will be deceived by her awkward grammar and divine temperament. No one would believe that the legendary Holy Nun turned out to be a magical creature who ate and slept and ate enough. It's pretty cute......

"There's a matter of spreading the plague today, Sister Marivian, can you come with me if you're all right?" the little patriarch tried to invite. Rather than making an invitation, he felt more like he was kidnapping Lori with a lollipop.

"Yes. Marivien covered her mouth and yawned slightly, nodding her head.

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