The drunken observer sat at the top of the mast, empty bottles thrown at his feet, and boredly cut his nails.

The battleship passed through the mist, he looked up and saw the shadow of the distant continent, and the observer hurriedly picked up the binoculars and saw a towering building on a reef, which was an old lighthouse whose façade had been mottled by the sea breeze for many years, and a night owl flag hung from the window at the top of the lighthouse.

The observer immediately became excited, sobered up for the most part, and shouted loudly to the deck: "Brothers! Look! It's the Valsta Peninsula! We're home! ”

The sailors on duty immediately rushed to the bow of the ship, and at the sight of the shores of the Motherland, everyone rejoiced, "Haha!" The tour is over! Go call the captain! ”

After a half-day voyage along the coastline, carefully avoiding reefs and whirlpools, the fleet arrived at the port of Santa Casrella, in the southern part of the Valsta Peninsula, where the crew had already made plenty of berths for the fleet and the celebratory crowds had been waiting for a long time.

Two batteries on the harbor breakwater salute, dense crowds rush to the shore, jumping and shouting frantically, and a group of noble ladies stand on wooden stands with parasols and wave handkerchiefs at the fleet.

With the efforts of tens of thousands of people, hundreds of warships successfully docked at the predetermined berths, and there were only a few small accidents on the way, 1 person died, 8 people were injured, and the process was very successful.

The greeters had very thoughtfully prepared a sturdy and wide wooden ladder, on which a new red carpet had been laid, and the senior generals of the expeditionary force disembarked comfortably and waved to the thousands of cheering crowds by the harbor, who did not stop too long, and more than thirty luxurious carriages had been waiting on the roadside for a long time.

The generals of the expeditionary force, led by Marshal Dalí, set out from the port of Santa Casrella, with a squadron of cuirassiers in front of them, and the carriages moved quickly along the overland route, passing through many towns and towns, and were warmly welcomed by the local people everywhere, both the generals and the coachmen, everyone enjoyed this wonderful triumphant journey.

On a fine morning, they arrived at Fort Midknight, the capital of the Empire, and First Avenue was crowded with people on both sides of First Street, with flags and ribbons and flower petals flying all over the building.

Dali Einfurt pushed open the window of the carriage and waved to the people on the street, receiving an immediate enthusiastic response.

Passing around a corner, Dalí looked a little shocked because he saw the famous opera singers of the Valsta Theater, who were all big stars, and it was difficult to meet them on a normal day.

The troupe's staff set up a makeshift stage on the side of the street, on which the big stars were performing, and it was the famous playwright Sjöström's new opera, "Savior Mundi of the New World", in which the brown-skinned natives of the New World played supporting roles.

Dalí left the window open completely to listen to the opera, but the cheers of the roadside crowd completely overwhelmed the actors' singing.

"Long live the Empire! Long live the Marquis of Dalí! ”

The reason why these people are so excited is that their relatives are cultivating the New World, and they have been oppressed and plundered by the Sylvinian army, and the expeditionary force led by Dari has driven out the enemy's colonial forces, and is undoubtedly the savior of the Varstad immigrants.

The guard of honor led the convoy around the city before heading to the Golden Lake Palace.

In the palace banquet hall, the Empress summoned representatives of the colonial generals and personally presented the Legion of Honor to the first meritorious officer, the Marquis Dali Einfurt, a mansion on the outskirts of the capital, as well as a large special annuity.

Meritorious generals such as General Gavin and General Powani were also honored and rewarded.

At the awards banquet, Dalí had the honor to meet the empress's second pair of twins, the little prince Maxim and the little princess Edgar, who were held in the arms of the court maids, and their two little faces were white and red, chubby, and they were very cute.

The other children of the Empress stood in a row, and at this time the eldest prince Mayer Onassis was 6 years old, and he looked very much like his father, Duke Langford Onassis, with small hands on one side, holding his twin siblings, the second prince Constance, and the eldest princess Rosemary.

These children are so lovely and healthy that it is hard to imagine that a young and beautiful monarch like the Empress is already a mother of five children, which is a great thing for the royal nobility, and more children means more stable power, and the empire has a successor.

Dalí was smiling at the Empress's family when he suddenly felt a hand pulling at the hem of his dress, and he turned his head to see that it was the Empress's adopted son, Victor Stronghold.

Looking closely at the child, he couldn't help but be surprised, the boy was only nine years old, but his height was only a few centimeters shorter than himself.

Then I suddenly remembered the boy's grandfather, Baron Jason, the guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, Dalí remembered the old man's astonishing height of 2.06 meters vividly, there is no doubt that the boy inherited the giant-like bloodline of the Strondhade family, how tall can he grow in the future? It's unimaginable.

"Your Excellency the Elector!" The boy bowed politely towards Dali, "I have heard of your heroic deeds, and it is amazing! Lead more than 30,000 people to defeat 70,000 people, and I will follow you on the battlefield! Strive for the supreme glory! ”

Dalí felt the classical rigidity of the boy's speech, and it seemed that the old Baron Jason had instilled in him a knightly dogma.

He touched the boy's head, (while he could still touch it, when he grew up, it would be awkward.) ）

"Wait, you're too young." Dali said.

"But I'm growing fast!" The boy said unconvinced.

"Of course I can see that you are much taller and stronger than other children your age."

"Of course!" Little Victor's face was full of pride: "My adoptive mother, Her Majesty the Empress Sarantos, also gave me the title of Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, and I am determined to become a modern knight and carry forward the chivalry of the Stroenhold family."

When I'm older, I'm going to charge the battlefield in my grandfather's full-body plate armor, lead our cuirassiers and carbines, and crush all enemy troops! What do you think? ”

Dalí smiled and replied, "I can imagine that you are definitely a formidable warrior, I watched your grandfather Baron Jason and Her Majesty the Empress duel knightly dueling, the sense of power and impact, it is really impressive, but child...... You can't just rely on bravery and brute force to win a war, and strategy is just as important, if you want to follow me into battle, you must learn well. ”

"Of course!" The boy said confidently, "I took classes with my younger siblings, and Master Simon taught me language and basic mathematics, and I heard that he was also Her Majesty's teacher. ”

"Yes, Master Simon Gallieni is also my teacher, he is the greatest military theorist of Valstad, you must learn from him, and you will definitely be able to do great things in the future."

"Hmmm! I'll do a good job in class! The boy nodded vigorously, then bowed to Dali again, "I won't let you down!" Elector! ”