While the triumphal ceremony outside King's Harbour was still being staged, the streets and alleys of the East City District were also celebrating happily for this grand ceremony.

Barrels of wine were filled, mountains of cheese were piled up, baskets of brown bread were filled...... All were placed on carriages, with the flags of the royal family or the Church, and poured out of the royal palace on the hill of Marcherus into all the streets and alleys of the whole capital - the whole city of Turin was boiling in this celebration!

The city of Turin, which has survived a difficult winter, is all celebrating the generosity and kindness of His Majesty Horace and enjoying this incomparable feast.

The night before, cheap wines from vineyards and cellars outside Turin had filled all the tables that could be found, and the pleasant smell seemed to cover up all the filth of the city, and even the air was filled with a faint sweet and sour smell.

And in the streets, the homeless and drunkards in the slums and almshouses, chanting "Long live His Majesty Horace!" while crowding around wagons full of food, desperately raising their hands high. Standing in the carriage, he yelled loudly, and then threw out the brown bread and cheese in the carriage one after another, and was held in his arms by a pair of dirty hands.

The frantic and jubilant "banquet" was staged in the entire Dongcheng District, holding the food in his arms, sipping wine that he would never drink on weekdays, and even the most annoying drunkard in the past seemed to have become extremely loyal to the kingdom, squatting in the corner and drinking a sip of long live the kingdom. Then eat a piece of my king Yongchang!

And then in other neighborhoods. In the past, Dominica merchants were extremely stingy. Outside his shop, long tables are lined up, inviting all the old guests to celebrate the Turinese celebration - a very simple food, but a lot of it.

These cunning Dominican merchants soon saw the opportunities in this triumphal ceremony and truly integrated themselves into the Turinese - and it was the perfect time to market their shop, and the Turinese, who were thoroughly enchanted by the joy, would not care whether the food was from Dominica or the local produce.

Just a few cheap food and drinks can easily win the favor of the people of Turino on this happy day, and it is a bargain.

Even Dominica merchants were able to notice this. Naturally, the Radiant Cross Church would not miss such a good opportunity - the churches affiliated with various urban districts opened their doors one after another, and the priests of the Radiant Cross also took to the streets on this solemn day to conduct prayers for the poor who could not even go to the church on weekdays, and generously welcomed the "sinful" believers to repent in the church, and then donated a large amount of atonement.

"That's really ...... What a touching scene!" In the tavern on Spear Street, the silver-haired wizard Marco Tasker, sitting at the table, sipped the wine he brought with him, and looked at the hot scene outside the door.

Although there are horse-drawn carts everywhere that distribute free drinks, Marco, who has always "loved life", naturally does not look down on those sour wines, and even does not even want to taste them. But that didn't stop him from participating in what seemed like a farce, especially when a little priest insisted on coming.

Even on such a lively festival. There are still some streets in Dongcheng that have not been able to enjoy the generous gifts of the royal family, such as ...... Spear Street full of slums. Many of the inhabitants here do not even have citizenship of the capital.

Upon learning of this, the young priest Weber Alexander retired to Prince Anson, who had now been "promoted" to the personal priesthood of His Royal Highness. After only a few words of emotion, Anson, who was very generous, ordered the servants to prepare a whole wagon of food for the poor of Spear Street.

When the lone priest and a few palace guards came to Spear Street, he was greeted by the same enthusiastic cheers, and Weber, who was in a hurry, had to recite the prayer aloud and distribute the bread and cheese in the bamboo baskets to the civilians who rushed up Lance Street, although they did not have much interest in listening to the prayers.

During this time, Weber Alexander became almost a legend in the East Quarter - there were hardly a few neighborhoods where people had not heard of such a young priest who was alone in the slums and shantytowns, spreading the teachings of the Radiant Cross, praying for the poor, and even many of the gang leaders being "converted".

Of course, most of these gang leaders were also coerced by the crossbows and short knives of the Blood Banner Brotherhood, and they "repented" from beginning to end, and became loyal believers and supporters of the little priests.

“...... Sorry for the delay. It wasn't until almost noon that the gathered believers gradually dispersed, and Weber, a little priest with a sweaty face, gasped slightly, and sat down in front of Mark with a somewhat complicated expression.

Although he didn't have the slightest affection for this godless "hypocrite", Weber knew that if he hadn't been protected by the other party, he would have been dead on the streets, not to mention that this guy was the only one who could get Edward's information anytime and anywhere - and this was the only person the little priest could find.

"Don't worry, we can have a drink first. Marco was not in a hurry, and poured his glass full of wine: "Oh...... Sorry, I forgot that a religious priest like you doesn't drink. ”

"I just want to know, how is Edward doing now?" Webb looked at the silver-haired wizard with an anxious expression, "His Highness Anson only told me that Edward was not on the list of triumphal ceremonies - maybe that's all he knows, so where is he now?!"

"Edward, you seem to have forgotten to add a few embellishments. Meimei licked the wine stain on her lips, and Marco let out a long sigh of relief: "Maybe we should all call him 'Viscount Edward Witwood' by now!"

"Viscount?" the little priest was stunned for a moment, and then showed a rather excited smile: "You, you mean that Edward is still alive, and ......"

"That's right, he's now Lord of Fort Hornhorn, and I'm afraid he's already in The Hague Harbor to marry his long-awaited bride, the lovely and high-profile Miss Alan Kwyn!"

With that, Marco slowly lowered his head, and no longer looked at the little priest Weber Alexander, who was surprised and happy for his friend, and a yellowed parchment completely attracted his sly eyes.

"Otovik Vault...... I'm afraid that's one of the reasons why you don't want to rush back to Turin, my esteemed Lord Edward Witwood?" Putting down his glass slightly, Marco's face showed a playful smile: "You can really surprise others a little - it seems that this is not the time for the story of Star City to come to an end." ”

The Duke of Berrion returns to Turin, Edward Witwood is crowned Lord of Hornfort, triumphal and the chaotic city of the stars...... The whole of Turin seems to be on its way to an eventful time.

But the person who sent this information back...... Marco raised his eyebrows and looked back and forth, but there was nothing but this message - just telling himself that Edward had ransacked the vault, and as for how many things were going to be shipped, he didn't write them down, which was extremely brief.

Was it to avoid being discovered?Or was it because the member of the Blood Banner Brotherhood who wrote the letter didn't know where the gold would be transported? Just a little thought, Marco couldn't help but frown - it seemed that his control over the Blood Flag Brotherhood was far less perfect than he had imagined.

"Hope is just a slip of the tongue...... Don't let me down. Marco couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Compared to Lord Edward, I can't accept such a very unpleasant thing as 'betrayal'!" (To be continued......