Chapter Ninety-Three: Christmas Eve

The winter of 884 in the ancient calendar left a very deep impression on the Byzantine Yanjing people, and the night on the eve of the Burning Ton Festival was called "Christmas Eve", a night of feasting and partying! When night falls, snowflakes float, and soon Yanjing becomes a world covered in silver......

The tall royal palace, the castle-like buildings with towering spires, the tall wizard's tower in the eastern part of the city, and the golden and glorious Temple of Light not far from it are all like crystal palaces carved out of ice and snow.

Many civilians entered the Byzantine city early the night before the festival of Burnton, where they stayed with friends and relatives or simply found an inn.

Because a large number of people will pour into Yanjing to watch the grand occasion of the Rantton Festival the next day, it is difficult to squeeze in, and besides, it is impossible to find the best place to watch the "Burnton Gladiatorial Fighting Competition" and the carnival parade.

From the evening onwards, Byzantium was already in revelry, the streets were full of bustling people, people dressed in new and fashionable clothes, bright lights were lit on both sides of the streets, and teams of Imperial Guards patrolled the streets and alleys to maintain social order.

But this year's eve of Burnton is destined to be an unquiet night.

It was not yet dark, and several messengers had arrived in front of a dilapidated manor, all holding sumptuous invitations inlaid with gold and silver......

"My lord, the Kolos family has sent an invitation to the banquet...... Phil knocked on the door again, this is already the nineteenth invitation.

"Phil, if it's still like this, don't bother me!" Lear said with some reluctance. Ever since attending such a boring banquet of aristocrats with nothing to offer, Lear has refused all invitations.

"This is simply squandering your life," Lear sighed, "With all this time, at least you can refine one more pot of elixir, or absorb and refine some more aura!"

Moreover, he also wanted to refine a few "flame guns" to try his hand. Ever since he arrived in this world, he had never started refining weapons!

Warlocks are based on refining weapons, and a warlock who can't refine weapons is still called a warlock? But Lear was so busy that even the cultivation time was greatly shortened, let alone refining weapons.

"My lord, His Royal Highness the Grand Prince has sent someone to visit you, so that you must attend the grand palace banquet tonight......" Phil's voice rang out outside the door again.

"Get out!" Lear roared, as soon as his spirit was scattered, the flames in the furnace suddenly deviated, and the good "Gathering Spirit Pill" on the furnace turned into powder with a bang!

Damn, there are so many flies in here!!

Phil hurriedly rushed out like a frightened rabbit, and behind him was the envoy sent by the eldest prince, who forced him to knock on the door, but he was not able to stop the envoy of His Royal Highness, but he really touched a nail.

"Squeak......" The door opened, and the envoy was just about to speak, when suddenly a huge foot in front of him quickly enlarged, "Boom!" He flew out with a heavy body, and slid on the snow for more than ten meters before stopping.

"Go tell your eldest prince, and come to trouble Lao Tzu again, I'll pinch out his egg yolk and feed it to the flies!" Lear scolded viciously.

The envoy was dizzy, and it took him a long time to recover, and when he saw Lear's fierce look, he turned his head and walked away angrily. This kid is really a toast and doesn't eat and drink, he is the envoy of the eldest prince, and even the ordinary nobles are all stuttering, but now it is obvious that Xiucai has met a soldier, and he can't explain it reasonably.

What kind of demon moth is this big prince playing? He said indignantly, pity me for a good elixir!

Just when Lear was depressed and countless aristocratic homes in Yanjing were in full bloom, a turmoil was brewing!

At the Yanjing Byzantine Security Office, a group of Praetorian Guards rushed in, and the officer led by the leader shouted: "Where is the magistrate, I am ordered by the general to take over the security of Yanjing! Tomorrow, all the security at the Rantun ceremony will be taken over by our Praetorian Guard!"

The fat Yanjing magistrate Conan Doyle's fat face trembled, and his eyes were almost squeezed together by the fat, he moved his body with difficulty and said: "The public security station is responsible for the security of the city, and the Praetorian Guard is responsible for guarding the city.

"Hehe, that's the precedent," the officer suddenly pulled out his one-handed sword and stabbed it into the side of the fat sheriff, who rolled his eyes and whined.

"Brothers, quickly clean up the scene for me, hehe! Now I am the sheriff! After the matter is completed, everyone will be promoted and rich, haha......"

"Yes, Commander Flo!" a dozen soldiers carried Conan Doyle's body out and into a vacant house.

Immediately, a crack was opened in the gate of Yanjing, and a group of people and horses rushed in, and the security station was tightly surrounded, and the soldiers who dared to resist were quickly slaughtered, and the rest were driven into a secluded courtyard......

The Imperial City Imperial Guards Army, Commander Dogg Ross is drinking a glass of stuffy wine, the rum that used to be sweet is like fresh water today, he has been in this position for ten years, but he has always stood still, if nothing else, he can only stay in this position for the rest of his life, until he retires.

And at this moment, all the families and everyone in Yanjing are partying, but he must be on duty here, wearing gorgeous and impractical Imperial Forest Army armor, holding a fancy long sword that is more showy than substantial, and pretending to scare ordinary civilians.

He knows very well the details of these Imperial Forest Army, and it is okay to use them to set up scores, and when it comes to the battlefield, it is a good thing that the children of these noble families do not fart!

"My lord, a large number of Praetorian Guards have entered outside, asking for a change of guard!" said a Royal Guards soldier as he hurried in.

The Imperial City has always been the territory of the Imperial Forest Army, when will it be the turn of the Praetorian Guards to intervene? The Praetorian Guards are responsible for the defense of Yanjing City, the Imperial Forest Army is responsible for the guards of the Imperial City, and the Public Security Office is responsible for the security of Yanjing.

"Ahh......h Dogg immediately became alert, something was wrong, and he grabbed his sword and rushed to the window.

Just as he jumped out of the window, the door slammed open, and a dozen long arrows nailed the startled soldier to the wall.

There was a noise of footsteps, and then someone exclaimed, "Someone has run, chase after you!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!" several long arrows flew past his forehead. Dogg was horrified, and without looking back, he surged forward, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

The snow soon drowned out his figure, obscuring the footprints he had left behind.

There is going to be turmoil in Yanjing! Dogge said secretly in his heart, but he is only a small battalion officer, in charge of two or three hundred people, maybe his subordinates and colleagues have fallen in a pool of blood now!

On the eve of the Yanjing Burning Festival, it is known as "Christmas Eve". And this year's Christmas Eve is destined to be unpeaceful, how much bloodshed is still happening in the night under the heavy snow......