After crossing the King's Bridge over the galloping Triumph River, the convoy carrying the flag of the Kwen family continued north along the Turin Boulevard, picking up pace towards the city of Turin, which was the goal of the trip.

The closer they got to the capital, the more they could see the difference in the road beneath their feet, and the straight Turin Avenue under the blue sky stretched into the distance, and almost every other way they could see a white marble sculpture standing there—some of them clergymen, some of them scholars, some of them soldiers, some of them looking like lords, these sculptures were holding swords or spears, books or badges.

The only thing they have in common is that they all point in one direction - the location of the city of Turin.

"This is the road to glory, and it has been a custom since the great family of Marchelus crossed the sea to rule the city of Turin that every king, before returning to the embrace of the Radiant Cross, would write the names of ten men in his edict, the names of ten men who had contributed the most to the kingdom of Turin during his reign. ”

Stepping on the stone slab of the Turin Boulevard, the little priest Weber looked at the statue he had just walked by with great admiration, and chatted with Edward: "Ministers, clergy, nobles, commoners...... Anyone's name could be written on it, and a statue would be erected as a signpost for the city of Turin, forever remembered and remembered by those who walked the road. ”

"Sounds like a thing to be happy about. Edward rode his horse and muttered to himself, "For those who are dying—if they live, it would be spared." ”

The little priest Weber seemed to have probably not heard what Edward said, and still looked at the scenery on both sides of the Turin Avenue with great interest, his eyes were full of curiosity, and he kept reflecting the stories about the Road to Glory that he had read in the book, and he felt that everything was fresh like a country boy who had just arrived in the town.

Perhaps because of the exceptionally sunny weather, the convoy was much faster than it used to be. Just two days later, the group had reached the banks of the river less than a few miles outside the city of Turin. Mrs. Angelica immediately ordered the entire convoy to stop and rest for half a day, to sort out the fatigue and dust of the long journey.

Sir Loras silently agreed with Lady Angelica's order, and the servants set up their tents in the woods by the river, and brought clean water to wash the horses and carriages from the dust, while the guards, who sat on the banks of the river panting, began to wipe their shields and spears with wet towels to ensure that they were still shining when they reached the gates of Turin.

Even the little priest Weber took off his black clerical robe with an extremely pious look, and the whole person was completely immersed in the icy river water to "purify his body", until his lips began to turn purple from the cold, and then he crawled back to the shore shivering, and changed into a brand new clergyman's robe and deerskin boots.

"When we get to Turin, I want you to come with me to the Radiant Cross first. With a pleading tone, Webber walked up to Edward and said, "In any case, your resurrection is a miracle, a manifestation of the will of the Radiant Cross, if you can......"

"But you're hesitant. Edward looked at the simple little priest, and the other party's expression seemed to be very struggling: "Can you tell me why?"

"The people of the Radiant Cross will not believe this lightly! Even if there is a letter from the Bishop of Fort Hague, they will still be suspicious of this matter--all the miracles of the resurrection so far in the history of the Church can be counted on one hand, and the last appearance was fifty years ago!" the kind Webber told the truth almost without hesitation, his hands on Edward's shoulders, his eyes flashing: "And, once they think, they think ......"

"What they think doesn't matter, what matters is what you see with your own eyes. Edward curled the corners of his mouth and met the pure eyes of the little priest, "You have walked this journey on foot, and all the sweat, danger, and pain in it...... Is it all a test of the Radiant Cross?"

"There is no doubt about it!" Weber nodded reverently, "In order to spread the teachings of the Radiant Cross, all priests are obliged to sacrifice a qiē, and even give up their lives if necessary!"

"In that Glorious Cross, then, is your final test. Edward rubbed his wet head, "Let those people understand that it was the Radiant Cross who answered your prayers and brought me back from the dead—remember, you and I are insignificant, and it was the Radiant Cross that made this miracle happen, and no one else, for in this world, the Radiant Cross is the only true God!"

"Only a true god can achieve such a miracle, and only the Radiant Cross is the only true God in this world...... Webber's eyes were distracted, and his trembling legs couldn't help but kneel in front of Edward......

.................. Standing on the north bank of the Triumph River, at the eastern end of the World Sea, is an ancient city-state called "Turin", built on five hills. More than 300 years ago, a Western nobleman named Levy Marcherus crossed the sea with an army of 8,000 men and married his cousin Helena, the duchess of the city-state of Turin at that time, thus inheriting the rule of the city-state and beginning the nine-year war of conquest of the Kingdom of Turin.

The original Turin was only one of the city-states on the eastern shore of the sea in the world at that time, and even its area was not at all the size of today, occupying only three of the five hills. The only thing that stands out is that it is the holy place of the Radiant Cross of the new sect at that time, and that's it. But after the former city became the capital and even the representative of the entire kingdom, a great deal of wealth and political privileges gave the city a chance to revitalize, as if almost every generation of kings had been tasked with expanding the city of Turin.

According to the Church of the Radiant Cross, the city was expanded to a hill in the east, with the hill of Marchelus, where the royal palace is located, as the core of the city, and the entire city of Turin was built in the shape of a "diamond" that was long in the east and narrow in the west, in the shape of a standard Radiant Cross.

But such a magnificent city was not only a waste of money and labor, the longest wall was even more than 6,000 kilometers, and the kingdom had to be forced to pour huge taxes every year to ensure the speed of construction, and at most tens of thousands of workers and men were being built at the same time. Even so, His Majesty Levi Marchelus, who had conquered the kingdom of Turin, did not get a glimpse of the completion of the capital until he died.

The first thing the convoy saw along the "Road of Glory" at its feet was not the imposing walls of the city of Turin, but the elevated aqueduct built along the Via Torino - like an arch bridge above ground, nearly thirty meters high alone!

Not only that, but according to Weber, there are twelve such viaducts in the whole city of Turin - not counting the rivers and wells in the city, so that the magnificent city has the most abundant source of drinking water, and even when the city is under siege, as long as there is a canal, the city can still be vigorous.

Of course, after nine years of conquest, the entire city of Turin has never been subjected to any more war - the knights and fleets of the Kingdom of Turin are the city's best defenses.

Although he had some memories of his previous life, Edward couldn't help but show a little admiration when he saw the Arc de Triomphe facing the south, which was nearly fifty meters tall just by the arch opening. What he saw was not the delicate relief patterns on it, nor the vaults of the arches—all of them were made of flesh and bones, the great martial prowess of His Majesty Levi Marcherus.

He slain all those who disobeyed him, plundered untold riches, and then built the triumphal arch that flaunted his "great deeds" amid the frenzied cheers, one thing and one piece...... Something to be admired, isn't it?!

And he is standing here now, standing here as a worthless person, as if he can still see the other party's incomparably ostentatious demeanor, and the golden throne sitting on the dome with great envy!

Sitting in the carriage, Allen, who had already changed into a blue-gold dress, secretly hid behind the window and looked at Edward's excited, incomparable and eager eyes, and a little lonely slowly appeared on his face.

Perhaps from the first time they met, perhaps on that stormy sea, Alan had already had such a premonition - he would never always be just a small squire, nor would he ever be a knight who belonged to him alone, a knight who was willing to kneel in front of him and swear to protect him for the rest of his life.

"If you're going to get out of the car and say goodbye to him, I'm not going to stop you. Seeing the appearance of her dear little Alan, Mrs. Angelica's heart ached, and she gently stroked her cheek: "When you get to the house of your grandfather, the Marquis of Hollard, maybe you will never have a chance to see him again." ”

"Thank you, Mother. But...... No need. Alan withdrew his gaze and turned to Lady Angelica with a smile on his face, with an indescribable ease in his expression: "This will not be the last time I will see him, maybe ...... later"

"No, I'm sure I'll see him again, but he wasn't what he was now. ”

Absolute...... There won't be a little squire anymore.

(Thank you for not having constipation for three days, as well as the tips of ZDAC two book friends, please collect more and have a few more recommended tickets~)