A jumble of petals piled up in the middle of all the streets, from the city gate to the Glorious Cross, and almost everywhere you could see the tables full of the remains of the feast, the wine glasses that fell to the ground, and the swallow-tailed flags that fell on the ground...... All kinds of traces tell the whole world what an exciting carnival this great city experienced yesterday.

Compared with the last time when the Triumphal Ceremony awarded to the Dominica Expeditionary Force was a little hasty, this time the preparations were more thorough and more orderly - the whole Triumphal Ceremony was perfect like a play, smooth and without any flaws, and the progress of every step and every link was extremely smooth.

The moment the chief knight of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, Gaio Valens, dressed in the flaming goshawk coat of arms and wearing a black tree coat on a white background, strode into the Glorious Cross Chapel, the whole city of Turin was boiling - all the nobles and commoners were cheering loudly for this hero, and the young and beautiful girls secretly promised this still single knight of the sacred tree, and their crystal eyes flashed at him, never stopping.

However, the most ironic thing is that just a few years ago, at the same time, Gayle Valence was called a butcher and executioner by the entire city of Turin for the counterinsurgency of Pipe Town, a bloody murderer, like a mouse in the gutter, was expelled from the city by all the people of Turin to the bloody cliffs of the East.

No one will remember this, except that at the end of the triumphal ceremony, Gaio Valens, who fell on one knee in the Templar, confessed to the Radiant Cross and confessed his "crimes" in Pipe Town - no one saw the Chief Knight's still stiff and cold expression when he said these words, they only saw a tragic hero who had achieved great feats in battle and did not forget to atone for his sins, and this image was the image that most touched the people of Turine, who had the blood of the knight in his veins.

Naturally, this link was also carefully designed by Berrion - as a descendant of the Marcherus family. Of course, he knew all this, and he saw through what the "triumphal style" was that was held up by countless Turin knights for a lifetime.

It's a farce, a show to show off and put someone in everyone's sight, the only difference is that the actors are no longer the bards and jugglers, but a group of powerful aristocrats.

And now he has succeeded - Gaio Valence, who was previously unknown in the whole city of Turin, and even infamous, has become the hero of the entire kingdom of Turin overnight. It was as if he was the one who saved the kingdom from the infidels, who protected all the devout believers and did not forget to repent of his soul.

As for the knights and soldiers who died on the cliffs of blood, the villages and caravans that were slaughtered - no one cared about them, and those distant things were in the eyes of the "noble people" of the city of Turin as a bunch of numbers, which were used to set off the greatness of Gaius Valens' exploits, and had no other effect.

The people of Turine are hungry for "heroes", for being able to see heroes as legendary as they are in the legends and stories. They love to be boisterous too much—when everything is revealed, it looks so childish and low, and the triumphal style of so-called "glory" is no exception.

But for Berrion, the real "success" was not just that - a triumphal gesture alone was not enough to call it a victory, and more importantly, Guérlot Valens finally agreed to his terms.

He would become Grand Master of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and pledge his allegiance to him as soon as possible, for a month - no matter what. He will all go from Chief Knight to Grand Master of the entire Knights of the Sacred Tree!

With several parchment scrolls in his arms and dressed as the Lord of the Seals, Berion Marcherus walked through the gates of the palace step by step. Walking from the corridor in the direction of the conference hall, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

The most interesting thing is that although the history of the Order is not without examples of the previous Grand Master being handed over to the next one before he left office, almost all of them were during special periods - the earliest cases occurred after the death of Levy I, when the Grand Master was accused of treason. The two chief knights then asked him for a duel at the same time, and the one who survived became the new Grand Master.

The second occurred during the regency of the Order, when the fourth king of Turin, Solo Marcherus, was too young to become a puppet of the Grand Master of the Order. Finally, there was a split within the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and all the knights convened a meeting of the Knights, uniting the nobles of half of Turin at that time. Kill the Grand Master who almost overthrew the Kingdom of Turin and establish a new dynasty, and His Majesty Solo has chosen a new Grand Master.

Of course, there is a third case, during the reign of Edward, the seventh king of Turin, there were frequent wars in the east, and the heretics east of the Blood Cliff appeared to be united for a short time, and the enemy was so strong that the entire Knights of the Sacred Tree was almost wiped out, and the Grand Master at that time became a prisoner of the enemy, and after being ransomed, he lost an arm and a leg, and chose to retire for the honor of the Knights, and handed over the position of Grand Master to the Chief Knight who survived at that time.

Duel, Rebellion, and Virtuous ...... Gayor Valens, which one would you choose so that Mercer Kane would have to give you the Grand Master within a month? Berrion's face was full of curious smiles, and even a hint of anticipation, like a theater-obsessed man waiting in the theater for the next act to begin.

This feeling of knowing the ending, but still full of anticipation for the process...... It was so perfect!

The two royal knights standing outside pushed open the door for Berion, and the ministers with serious expressions walked into the room calmly, seeing the imperial ministers who were waiting for him as usual, but their expressions were a little strange today.

Berrion immediately felt a little more vigilant in his heart, but he still had an unsmiling expression on his face: "Ladies and gentlemen, we still have a lot of things to deal with today, are you all ready?"

No one spoke, everyone looked around, waiting for someone to stand up and be the first to open their mouths. But only Berion himself sat down slowly, and continued to smile and say: "The triumphal ceremony has just ended, but the remaining problems have just begun - first of all, the cost of the ceremony that day, and the security during the period, when I first came in, the prison warden of Dongcheng District complained to me that it was almost full, and he said that he hoped ......"

“...... I'm interrupting you, but it's an important matter, Lord Chancellor of the Seals. Before Berrion could finish speaking, Horard Minester said slowly: "It is true that a triumphal ceremony has just ended, but it is only a small problem compared to this matter, and now that His Majesty Horace is not here, you alone can make a decision, we hope you can listen to it now." ”

"Then please speak, Your Excellency the Imperial Minister of the Interior. With a "standard" smile, Berion said, "Tell me, what is it that makes everyone so excited?"

"Perhaps...... It would be more appropriate for you to read it for yourself. The old man Holard smiled and handed a parchment scroll to Barion, watching him open the scroll before slowly sitting down, and then leisurely admiring Berion's pupils suddenly shrinking.

"This is a triumphant request from His Highness Anson Marcherus - to highlight his brilliant victory in the Vast Lands!"

"yes, then I'll have to congratulate him. Berion held back his composure, looked up very calmly, and said, "But I will say that the land is part of the kingdom, and there has never been a ...... of triumph in civil war."

"300,000, 300,000 Hantu barbarians, the Blue Wolf Clan from the eastern part of the Hantu Highlands, were all wiped out by His Highness's elite legion of less than 40,000 people in the Iron Cliff Mountain, not counting dozens of trolls with hundreds of heads, and many more unknown monsters. The Marquis of Holard Minest looked at him with a strong voice: "This is certainly a triumphant victory!" (To be continued.) )