At the end of summer, when the first autumn leaves fell from the branches and were immersed in the rushing waters of the Triumphant River, the vanguard of the Legion of Hantu City finally reached the King's Bridge and crossed the Road of Glory.

The 20,000 troops that followed did not stop, and the difference between the two sides was only half a day's journey - the townspeople gathered on both sides of the streets, cheering and jumping at the knights who were lined up in a neat formation and riding tall horses, as if they were celebrating a festival, and welcomed the guards of His Royal Highness Prince Anson who had come all the way from Hantu City!

Loud bells, heavy iron hooves, high steps, loud horns...... There was no need for the little prince to send a herald, and the voice that echoed on the road of glory had already spread the news to the city of Turin, and the excited people of Turin spontaneously began to prepare for the celebration.

In spite of the tragic "catastrophes" that have plagued the city of Turin in the past few months, the displacement of displaced people and the hungry almost everywhere, the gangs and bandits and the soldiers of the garrison have become in disarray, trade has been almost cut off, food has become increasingly scarce, there are not even enough charcoals and firewood for the winter in the almshouses, and even sour beer in taverns has become extremely sought-after.

Nevertheless, when the triumphal order was delivered, the people of Turine, who were naturally fond of excitement and ritual, seemed to forget their hardships and pains for a moment, and began to discuss the grand ceremony with high spirits - of course, because this time the triumphal ceremony belonged to Prince Anson, whose generous highness had already declared that he would bear the expenses of the whole triumphal ceremony alone!

That would mean that there would be a lot of performances, a lot of spectacle -- that would mean a lot of manpower, a lot of work to make ends meet, a lot of free food, and maybe a lot of grand banquets and balls for the nobles. But now the commoners just want soft and delicious white bread, preserved carrots, onions and potatoes.

Just one piece of news brought the originally lifeless city back to life, and although most people were still as poor as ever, the expressions on their faces and the look in their eyes were completely different.

That's the color of hope.

However, compared to most of Turin City, the atmosphere on the hills of Marcherus is not so optimistic - the nobles of the Turin family who originally thought that everything was under control. After hearing the news of the arrival of the army, it was like an ant hiding in a cave, yes, and began to panic.

The worse the news goes, the worse it gets—20,000 soldiers have become 100,000 or even 200,000 in their mouths, and there are also people who say that Anson Marchelus has recruited an army of 300,000 barbarians of the Wolf Clan to sweep the whole city of Turin and then burn down the mountain of Marchelus and crown him king in the ruins of the throne hall.

And when Berion got the news, the expression on his face didn't even change, except that the herald of the previous time once again went to negotiate with Anson as an envoy of the Imperial Council, and he didn't even have the slightest gesture of wanting to prepare. As if not at all worried about what terrible actions this "dear nephew" would make.

At this time, Anson, who had led the Guards Legion, had already arrived outside the city of Turin, and was not even half a day's journey from the city walls.

"Greetings to you, Your Highness Anson, it is a great honor to be able to see you once!" his teeth trembled, and his legs trembled like chaff, but the young noble herald still stubbornly kept himself calm in front of the little prince: "In the name of Turin and the Radiant Cross, I would like to express my condolences and heartfelt wishes to you." ”

"That's a thank you. May the Radiant Cross bless you, Your Excellency. Although it was just a cold snort of disdain. The little prince's face was still calm and calm, neither too gentle nor stern, as if he should have been born so arrogant.

And he does have proud capital and titles.

"Before we get down to business, there are some things I want you to answer me seriously. Seeing that the other party was just about to speak, Anson, who was about to speak, suddenly stretched out his hand to interrupt him: "Regarding the conditions I proposed, the adults of the Imperial Council. Or what is my dear Uncle Berrion thinking about?"

The herald paused as if gagged, but then hastened to speak, "When, of course, I told the ministers of the Imperial Council of your terms as they were, and the Lord of the Seals of Berrion, after careful discussion with the lords, decided to accept your request. ”

"So rest assured, the whole ceremony will go straight from the city gate to the hills of Marcherus. Then go to the Radiant Cross Church, every commoner in the East City District has the right to come and watch the ceremony, and all the nobles will be present, and His Royal Highness Berion will also come in person, and complete the whole ceremony with you, you can rest assured!"

"That's so gratifying. Anson nodded slightly, and glanced at Green Turn, who was beside him, "Brother Xiangbi will be overjoyed when they hear the news, right?"

"That's nature. An imperceptible smile appeared on the face of the chief lieutenant - it was evident that Berion had no idea what the little prince's motives were, and perhaps in the eyes of the regent, everything was nothing more than his nephew's nonsense and provocative actions.

But Berion, you are wrong, the moment you lose the Tree Knights standing by the side of His Highness Anson will be your weakest - you will not live to the triumphal end, you will not even see the stairs of Marqueurus again!

Everything was arranged to get the best time, the most crucial opportunity - the sixteen royal knights beside the little prince all brought crossbows and poison-extracted arrows, and when the minister of the seal lost his protection and the protection of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, he was immediately sent to hell.

Without Berion, his so-called supporters would immediately fall apart, and His Highness Anson would be the only one qualified to join the throne, and no one would be able to stand in his way.

It may be despicable, it may be dishonorable, but on the road to the glory of the crown, shadows will always inevitably exist in every corner, because where there is light, there will be darkness.

"Also, there's one more thing, of course, it's completely not worth mentioning, but Lord Berrion asked me to ask you, why did you bring the entire Colony of Hantu City?" the weak-legged herald was still trying to keep himself straight, squeezing out a smile full of fear with a smile on his face: "Didn't we already say it?"

"That's right, we said that only 10,000 soldiers would be eligible for the Triumph, but I didn't say which 10,000 - it would take time to carefully select and convince everyone. The little prince smiled slyly: "And I only promised that the army that would enter Turin City was only 10,000 people, but I didn't say that the remaining 30,000 people should return to Handi immediately, right? ”

"Of course, of course, you're right!" the herald quickly wiped his sweat, and the corners of his mouth shook and smiled desperately: "Then I'll go back quickly and convey your good news to the adults of the Imperial Council, and please wait with peace of mind, the day after tomorrow will be your triumphant!"

"I'm going to put my best foot forward and meet that day. Anson nodded, beckoned in the direction of the door, and the herald who understood quickly ran out in a panic, he couldn't even take this barracks for a moment, it was definitely not a place for a nobleman to stay!

"The day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow, the day I am crowned king, or the day when Berion is crowned king. Anson suddenly clenched his fists: "How is Edward's preparations-can you cooperate with us to take King's Port and Xicheng District?"

"You've given him the task, let him do the rest. Greene Turn, shaking his head, said, "He won't let you down. (To be continued.) )