Beef tongue tavern.

Not even a decent name, just a few old wooden tables.

After all, in the prosperous city of Severa, the officers could find a luxurious restaurant to get drunk, so the tavern next to the barracks has always been only the low-level soldiers who would sneak out and drop a few copper coins in exchange for a large glass of muddy spirits.

Jubiano walked in, didn't say hello, sat down on the stool next to the bar, and said lazily, "A glass of dark beer." ”

"If you have something to say, don't tease Lao Tzu. The tavernkeeper was indeed entitled to the title of "Lao Tzu", his hair was all gone, his brows drooped on his towering cheekbones, his face was wrinkled, and at a cursory glance, he must be seventy or eighty years old.

"Give me a letter. Jubiano didn't turn around, he threw it back, and a ball of paper landed accurately in front of the old man, followed by three gold coins, clanging and making a seductive sound.

"This is not easy, the barracks is already under martial law," said the tavern keeper, "it is said that the Bishop of Noons has given a strict order that if anyone enters or leaves the camp without reason, the military judge has the right to kill him directly. ”

"In that case, how do you know?" said Jubiano, sneering, and threw out three gold coins again, which landed right next to the old man's hand.

"After all these years of mixing here, you have to have some way," the tavern owner bargained over the gold coins, "This matter is risky, ten gold coins, no two prices." ”

"Quick, go," Jubiano snapped all the remaining gold coins on the bar and urged, "I need a receipt." ”

The old man smiled, put away the gold coin, poured him a glass of dark beer, and turned to leave.

Even if I am anxious. But on the surface, Jubiano still looks good. He sipped his beer slowly, patiently leaning against the bar.

This wait is more than an hour.

Sunlight shines through the narrow windows, and the colors get more and more mellow, finally. The tall, thin old man walked back from the backyard with a few coats of ash on his face.

"I almost lost my life," he grumbled, patting the dirt off his body, "I knew I should have been a little harsh in asking for a price." ”

"you," Jubiano spat at him, reaching out for help, "Where's the reply?"

"Can't you really give more?" the old man stooped down. He took out a folded note from his stinky shoes and asked unwillingly.

Jubiano didn't bother to bother with him, snatched the note with his hand, flipped through it and checked the folding method, and then took it apart and took a quick look.

"You don't trust me?" the old man glared at him as he blew his beard.

"I'll come back to you for a drink when I'm free," Eubiano said, sipping down the stout in his glass, turning and walking away. His fingers twisted slightly, and the note turned into powder and fell. Drift away in the wind.

******

Six o'clock in the evening, Grand Duke's Palace.

"Take care of yourself," said King Nacini, patting Amely on the head, and whispering, "it won't be long before I'll be back." ”

"Hmm. Aimee nodded forcefully. There was a look of reluctance on his face. A young girl who is in love is most likely to fall into fanatical love, and in any way, King Nacini is an out-and-out perfect man.

While the two were talking, Allegri stepped out of his bedroom. He was dressed as a military attache of the City Guard. There was also a leather scabbard with a sword hanging from his waist, which was also decent.

Through the Tavern Owner Guò and Jubiano, Viscount Reims successfully passed the information on. For this reason, they decided to act ahead of time and look for an opportunity to sneak out of the city tonight. However, neither Reims nor Jubiano could go to the city walls to change the position of the flag until nightfall, so it seemed difficult to convey the news of the military operation outside the city.

"I'll go and change my clothes," said King Nacini, bowing his head and leaning into her ear, "Amely, wait for me to come back." ”

"I ...... Help you. The girl twisted the corner of her clothes and said reluctantly.

Allegri and Jubiano, who were also dressed in military uniforms, waited in the courtyard for half an hour, and King Nacini walked out of the room in good spirits, and Amely followed him with a blush on his face.

After saying goodbye, the three of them boarded the carriage of the Grand Duke's Mansion and headed south of the city.

They had to wait in the neighborhood near the city walls until Viscount Reims took over the defense of the city, and then looked for the right time to sneak out of the city.

******

Eight o'clock in the evening.

A curfew has been imposed in the city of Severa.

The last group of believers arrived at the brightly lit church square and began to chant in unison. Their voices echoed far away in the quiet night, and the people who had not slept were alarmed, and involuntarily stood and prayed for the salvation of the God of Light.

The more we are in the deep darkness, the more we yearn for a bright future, which is human nature, and it is eternal.

Bishop Nones, again came to the Cathedral of Severa and replaced the third platinum scepter. At the same time, Viscount Reims and other generals defending the city commanded their troops to rush to the city gate in four directions, digging up the earth and rocks blocking the hole in the city gate, and clearing a passage out of the city.

The excavation lasted nearly two hours, after which the weary soldiers were driven to the top of the city to take charge of the defense of the four walls. However, this task is much safer than going out of the city to send them to death, so they have no complaints, and obediently take up their weapons and stand guard.

Taking advantage of the gap between the mobilization of soldiers and horses, King Nacini and the other three successfully mixed into Reims's personal army. But the priests sent by Bishop Nouns have not left an inch, and Viscount Reims has no choice but to secretly signal them to stay quiet.

At about 11 p.m., Noons returned to the Cathedral of Severa and waited for the last "Isnara" to be recharged.

And the holy city of Lanken, thousands of miles away, is also ready for the final preparations. Inedil, who was white-robed and jade-belted, stood alone on top of the white tower, his eyes far away.

All the members of the Priesthood took up their positions in the center of the circle of the White Tower. On the Cathedral of Gothia, the Qingyue bell rings continuously, and the aftertaste is melodious and lasts for a long time.

"There is one last hour left," Inedil pleaded, stroking the "Holy Eye," "Mentor, please help me." ”

The Pale Lord nodded slightly, and there was a great light in his indifferent eyes.

Pieces of feathers of holy light erupted from the tip of the White Tower. They have bright, straight veins, and light-colored curved light curtains, which dance lightly on the sky and then dissolve into the night, completely disappearing.

"Curtain of light and shadow, divine barrier......" Innedir chanted clearly, and one after another large-scale divine spells were easily cast by him, projected onto the battlefield thousands of miles away.

The "Goddess of Dawn", who heralded the dawn, woke up at 12 o'clock in the evening.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (Today's second update.) ）