The rain is slowing down.

"Here," Nacini stood up, apparently unsatisfied, "I'll send you." ”

"Your Majesty, stay here," Allegri hurriedly grabbed him, showing surprise to the guards and the guards, "there are many people and ...... eyes"

"Well," Nacini nodded, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and invited with a smile, "By the way, you must attend the military parade the day after tomorrow, it will be very exciting." ”

"Huh?" Allegri understood that the reason why Snowton held the Victory Day celebration a year earlier was because of the imminent war and the need to demonstrate his military might. Those hidden methods of pressing the bottom of the box will also be put on the table one by one to boost the morale of the army and people in the empire. However, in addition to the three major knights, what other elite troops did Snowton secretly cultivate?

"I have many surprises to show the world. Seemingly unhappy with his skeptical tone, Nacini waved his arm vigorously and emphasized. At some point, this maturing king will still exude a little childishness. It's just as cute as every young person who has made achievements but has to hold it for a while.

"I'm looking forward to it. Allegri hurriedly made a look of hope, and at this moment, he really felt that the distance between the two was not so far.

"Don't forget," Nacini admonished, frowning, "but when the time comes, I'll inevitably be a little colder, so don't mind." ”

"Of course not, it's ...... Work required. Allegri pondered for a moment and blurted out.

"Yes," Nacini smiled, gesturing at himself and then at the other, and whispered, "Gentlemen and ministers intersect." You remember this sentence. ”

"They will live up to the king's trust. Allegri was a little moved, and bowed deeply before turning and getting out of the carriage.

Nacini stared at his back, standing still for a moment. Sit back on the couch. He lifted the curtains, saw Cartroman and Modesic on the other side of the carriage, and beckoned,

"Two Aiqing, come up. ”

The two of them got into the car as ordered, and the attendants turned around on horseback and drove quickly towards the palace.

The holy city of Ranken, with its majestic White Tower.

"Snowton, what are you going to do for the southern crusade......" Innedir frowned. Rubbing the crystal ball in his hand, he muttered to himself.

It has been half a year since that earth-shattering war, and the "tide of shadows" that once swept the south of Zhongtian is only a sad sigh. The "Council of Bones" was greatly damaged, the demon legion disappeared, and the Judgment Crusade led by Silves was under the attack of the "Holy Alliance". had to move to the countries of the foothills, and the Holy See of Light was overwhelmed. Finally got a brief respite.

However, one wave has not settled, and another wave has risen. While the church was still contacting the Anlan magnates and preparing for gradual layout, Snowton supported the Marquis of Borriello to launch a coup d'état with a thunderous force. directly controlled this strategic location. Millions of soldiers, waiting for the day, may wave their troops south at any time, and the Duchy of Ian, which has just escaped from the quagmire of war, is once again in a stormy situation.

After all. It is the only country in the Holy Alliance that borders the Duchy of Anlan.

"Grand Duke Ian, are you still in the city?" Innedil asked, looking up. Since the outbreak of the war, Grand Duke Ian has been dragging his family to Ranken, and he will not leave. Recently, when he heard that the Snowton Empire was going to march south, he was even more frightened and panicked, either huding in the palace or coming to the White Tower to complain and complain.

"Yes," replied the white-robed priest, bowing, "at noon, the Grand Duke went to the bottom of the tower to ask for an audience with the archbishop, and his subordinates sent him away according to your orders. ”

"Well," said Innedir, bowing slightly, muttering for a moment, and waving his hand, "you go down first, and you are not allowed to trespass unless you are summoned." ”

The priest bowed and left quietly, and the top floor of the White Tower was quiet, only the long wind howled.

The pale golden-haired archbishop, with his eyes closed, stood facing north, and the "Holy Spirit Eye" in his hand was raised high, dispersing the holy light and gradually becoming richer.

An instant later, the crystal ball overflowing with holy light slowly opened like a vertical eye.

Blink, blink, indifferent gaze looked down from the tower, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, for a while.

"Still won't work......" However, Inedil sighed softly and stopped casting. Even the holy weapons left behind by the Lord of Light are beyond their power, the realm of the Supreme Tower, or the qi of a legendary magician, can block the prying eyes of the Holy Spirit.

The question is, is it the former or the latter that pervades Norman City?

"It's all possible," asked the stone statue standing in the corner, as if he understood what he was thinking, in the usual hoarse voice, "why, still worrying about Snowton?"

"Teacher, you're awake," Innedir turned around, shook his head and sighed, "It's easy to break through the enemy, but it's hard to guard against the thief inside." ”

If the "Holy Alliance" is sincerely united to fight against foreign enemies, it is not without the strength to fight Snowton. But now San Setestian is about to leave, only to work but not to help, highlighting a perfunctory thing. The Empire of Buyada, on the other hand, was even more excessive, fueled by the royal family, and "fundamentalism" was in vogue, even trying to reinterpret the canon of the Church and try to confront the Holy See itself.

"The country of Buyada is rich and the people are strong, and the heart of disobedience has been around for a long time," the stone statue frowned slightly, "but at this juncture, aren't they afraid that Snowton's hussars will go all the way south and drink the shore of the Mirror Sea?"

"Intelligence shows that Buyada is building a defensive line along its northern border," Innedil said with a hateful voice as he stretched out his hand and slashed diagonally across the entire map of the continent hanging on the wall, "even some of the territories that originally belonged to the Duchy of Ian have been taken by them. ”

"So we were strategically abandoned?" the stone statue, or the Pale Lord, snorted softly.

"That's right, just as they firmly believe that Snowton will stop in front of that fragile line of defense......" Innedir shook his head and sneered, "But the ambitious Nacini has no appetite for this, and the unification of the entire continent is his dream." ”

"The day after tomorrow, it's the Victory Day celebration, right?" the stone statue glanced at the crystal ball in his hand and diverted the topic.

"yes," Innedil nodded, sighing, "so much has happened in the past two years......

"But two years ago, you were just a young apprentice," the stone statue woke up a little depressed, "and now, under the gods, above all beings, you are the only one." ”

"Divine Grace ......" Innedir's expression was re-energized, he took a deep breath, and faced the darkness of the night alone, muttering, "I will not live up." (To be continued......)

PS: (It's late.) ）