Among the five major military regions of the former Snowton Empire, the snowy ice field has the smallest area and the smallest establishment, and even the positioning is very unclear, which really seems to be a bit unworthy of the name.

The Aalborg Empire, its main defensive object, has been unusually safe for hundreds of years. Large-scale military operations made it difficult to cross the towering Ymir Mountains, and as for the harassment and infiltration of small forces, after suffering a few big losses from the "Ice Hunters", the Aalborgs wisely abandoned this sport, which they were not very good at.

As a result, among the five major theaters, the Snow Hell Ice Field Garrison, which is known as the strongest single combat power, can only shift its attention to trivial matters such as patrols and bandits. Later, the over-energetic "Ice Field Hunters" even began to clean up the herds of beasts that entered their defense area, which can be regarded as extremely unprofessional.

On the other hand, the Snow Hell Ice Fields are harsh and sparsely populated, and they are unable to be self-sufficient in food and grass materials, and all rely on the allocation of the Imperial Ministry of Finance. The consequence of this is that the usual means of fishing for oil and water in other war zones will not work here. Therefore, it is not for nothing that some people jokingly refer to it as a three-no-war zone that "cannot make meritorious contributions, cannot enjoy, and cannot make profits."

However, Ruberdin, who had great military achievements and was in the year of fighting, was sent here just now. Moreover, for several consecutive terms, there is no sign of transfer, and there is a momentum that will make him retire to the snowfield, and the reason is by no means simple.

This general, who came from a humble background, was sold to the nobles as slaves when he was a child because of his family's poverty, and although he later escaped from slavery through his military exploits, his hostility to the aristocracy has not been reduced. It is precisely because of this attitude of resistance that he is struggling in the court, and the aristocratic officials certainly cannot erase the military merits he has earned in exchange for his life out of thin air, but secretly do some means to send him to a remote war zone, out of sight and out of mind. But it's not particularly difficult.

After the Victory Day turmoil, the Snowy Hell Icefield Theater in the north, completely cut off logistical supplies, and the situation became increasingly difficult, but in any case, Ruberdeen did not break his oath. So loyal. Even though the nobles were still unhappy, there was no reason to stop the king's canonization.

It is precisely for this reason that Dorgers thinks that Ruperdin will definitely come in person to participate in this meaningful celebration. However, since the border has changed, it is natural to focus on defending the territory, and he didn't say much.

Seeing that Gumbinor looked behind him inquiringly, the old earl smiled and introduced them to both sides. "This is Count Allegri, who has recently joined the Empire...... Allegri, the deputy commander of the 'Icefield Ranger' unit, is Fabino, known as the 'Icefield Flying Fox'. ”

"General Fabino, it's a good thing. Seeing that there was a faint light in the other party's eyes, and the momentum of his whole body was hidden but not revealed, Allegri did not dare to slack off, and nodded hurriedly.

"It turned out to be Master Allegri," Fabino was about thirty-five or sixteen years old. Medium build, not strong. But he looked strong and powerful, and after hearing Dolges's words, he thought for a while, and then laughed, "I have admired the name of the master for a long time, and now I see it." It's much younger than I thought. ”

"Is it General Ruperdine, did you mention it?" Allegri was slightly stunned.

"The Great's face in the Victory Day turmoil, the General often talked about," Fabino explained, shaking his head with a smile. "But as a Vulcan, I was even more impressed by the vigorous preaching of the priests of the church. ”

Back then, when Herseus founded the "Vulcan Cult", I am afraid it was hard to imagine that thousands of years later, his successors would have the feeling of "confidant in the sea" because of his unintentional act of inserting willows.

Because of this relationship, the two sides exchanged quite pleasantly, and the three of them talked and laughed loudly, leaving Ansel Borriello aside. Of course, Ansel "Grand Duke" did not dare to say anything, although strictly speaking, everyone in the audience regarded his status as the highest.

Fortunately, it was not long before the ceremonial officers of the inner court entered the tent and began to teach them the procedures and etiquette of the canonization ceremony. This also means that they will soon ascend to the high platform and accept the title conferred by King Nacini in full anticipation.

Outside the tent, there was a faint sound of applause and noise, and they lined up in two columns to stand by according to the instructions of the ceremonial officer.

In front of Allegri was Ansel, who was so excited that he was trembling twice, and he just wanted to laugh at the other party, but suddenly found that his hands were also trembling slightly.

"Were you so nervous at the last celebration, Master?" Fabino, who was standing next to him, asked curiously.

"Well, I'm always worried that I'm going to mess up......" Allegri knew that he was trying to distract himself, but the inexplicable nervousness still lingered, he scratched his head embarrassedly and asked in a low voice, "General Fabino, have you attended the canonization ceremony before?"

"Not really," Fabino replied, shaking his head, with a pretended cryptology, "but before I came, the Admiral told me a secret that made me so calm. ”

"What is it?" Allegri asked, stunned. Ansel, who was in front, also quietly pricked up his ears, obviously trying to steal from the teacher.

"The general said, don't be nervous," Fabino spread his hand and laughed, "Anyway, that title is not for you." ”

"You two, be serious. They were giggling here, attracting frequent sideways glances from the courteseers, and Count Dorges finally couldn't stand it anymore, and turned his head and scolded.

Fabino shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and Allegri finished laughing, and most of the tension in his heart disappeared.

At this moment, the melodious roll call came from afar, and the ceremonial officer stretched out his hand to signal, and the four of them stepped out of the tent and walked towards the towering stone platform in front of them.

"Next, it's time for the knighthood ceremony," a clear voice echoed through the square with the blessing of amplification magic, "Today, the king will canonize two dukes and lords, as well as two new earls......"

Allegri recognized that it was Mordschic's voice, and it seemed that the seal keeper of the inner court could also serve as the master of ceremonies.

The four of them stood on the hanging board, and the cardinal rotated, pulling them upwards. Allegri held on to the railing and looked down along the thick chain at the mouth of the bowl, the farther the ground turned out, the hanging board swayed from side to side, he was a little dizzy, and quickly raised his head.

“...... They either defend one side and protect the country and the people, or they follow the general trend and are sincere...... "They gradually approached the top of the platform, and Modesic's voice became much louder.

Allegri took a deep breath and stepped onto the solid stone staircase, a bright sunlight reflecting diagonally in the gap above his head. (To be continued......)

PS: (When I go out today, I will be more respectful first.) ）