PS: Thanks to the monthly ticket of the Fire Monarch, now I go out to play with my friends, and the second one will be later, probably until the early hours of tomorrow morning, anyway, write it before going to bed.

At night, Hiawasa is like an unpolished ruby, rough but unable to completely hide its sparkle, which exudes a different kind of beauty reflected in the moonlight.

Since the horse bandits, due to the blockade of trade routes, this originally busy trading city has been depressed a lot, but as the situation of bandits continues to develop in the direction of good, the curfew and city ban of Hiawatha have ended, and the lively night market has once again lit up the sky of Hiwarsa, as if it has returned to a bit of prosperity.

But on this night, Hiawatha is uncharacteristically quiet, a dead silence echoes in the streets and alleys of the city, and there is no trace of pedestrians in the originally lively night market, except for the sporadic lights, which sway in the night breeze that passes through the streets from time to time, pulling out strange reflections of teeth and claws on the ground.

This is not because of the curfew policy promulgated in the city again, and there is no official dissuasion, in fact, because of the policy of stopping the night market during the lockdown, the people who have long been accustomed to the rich nightlife of Haihuasha have also had a fight with the officials of Haihuasha, as they have a great sense of ownership after so many years of trade, so that the residents of Haihuasha are not very afraid of the official, although the night market was closed under pressure from outside the city, but the official of Haihuasha was also quite embarrassed.

Today's desertion is entirely a spontaneous move by the inhabitants of Hiawatha, as a strange army has stepped into the city.

Fajellino sat on horseback, his armor imbued with the simplicity of Konatas. The sleek, mirror-ready silver armor had no carved ornamentation on it, but the simple armor revealed a purely violent beauty.

His Royal Highness the Prince from a foreign country rode in the middle of the procession. He was surrounded by cavalry, which at first glance felt like an elite cavalry, marching through the streets in a neat procession of five horses in parallel. A long straight line was drawn, and the crisp sound of each horse's hooves striking the stony floor seemed to be perfectly dissolved into the same note, echoing everywhere it passed, alternating to the suspicious and fearful gazes of the houses on both sides that were cast at the team through the cracks in the doors.

It is a smooth journey to the Gulak Square in the heart of Haiwarsaw, where the semi-monthly traditional bazaar is held, which can accommodate nearly 10,000 people at its busiest time, when the makeshift white tents learned from the steppe people fill the area, only the roads divide the blocks. Looking down from above, it looks like clusters of beautiful white mushrooms, which has an exotic atmosphere, so it is also nicknamed Mushroom Square.

Of course, today is not the time for the bazaar, and it is still empty, without those "mushrooms" piled up on the ground, and there is no pressure to accept this army of more than 1,000 people.

When Fajellino arrived at Gulak Square, the official representatives of Hiawasaw, the city lord, the garrison officer, and the inspector were already waiting there.

His Royal Highness had a brief exchange with these officials in standard Konatas etiquette, and then the officers in charge of logistics continued to communicate with these native officials. Arrangements were made for the stationing of troops.

The tent prepared for Fajellino was the first to be erected.

It is a huge quadrangular shape about fifty or sixty meters apart on each side, and is about the height of a two-story building. There were twelve pillars supporting the tent, each as thick as a sturdy man. The walls of the marquee are partly formed by overlapping thick cloths, and air accumulates between the cloths. It can block the heat in summer and the cold in winter. The innermost cloth is silk embroidered with sacred beasts and flowers, and the floor is covered with felt, while comfortable rattan chairs and wooden beds are placed.

After the guards have placed a product. Fajellino entered the tent.

Soon, a dark shadow appeared at the entrance to the tent. The good light transmission performance of the black makes the person inside see that he is a rather strong person.

"Come in. Fajellino put down the book in his hand and said lightly.

"Good night. Your Highness. The men outside lifted the curtain and entered, and it was none other than Tavren, one of Fajerino's loyal men, who was not empty-handed, and a thing wrapped in black cloth, and as soon as he entered the tent, the strong smell of blood came out.

"In obedience to His Highness's orders, his subordinates brought the head of the enemy commander, Moosa. Tavron held the cloth bag in both hands and placed it respectfully in front of Fajellino.

Untied the cloth bag, and a human head appeared in front of the two of them.

It was the head of a middle-aged man, the thick beard on his rough face almost covered his face, and the blood stained together, his eyes like brass bells were open angrily, and he could still imagine the heroic appearance when he was alive, but at this time he was just a trophy, and he had lost his value.

"Yes. Fajellino nodded, looking away from the worthless thing and at the man who had always been loyal to him. "How's the army outside the city arranged?"

"It's all arranged, as you commanded, not too close to Hiawatha, and the road is out of the way. ”

"Yes, so be it. ”

"Your Highness, it's all come to this, why don't we just take the city?" Tavron hesitated for a moment, and finally asked his question.

"I need a reliable ally, not a vortex that keeps devouring our strength. Fayelino gave Tavron a faint look. "This is not destined to belong to Konatas. ”

"Your subordinates understand, Your Highness is wise. ”

"Get out of the way. ”

"Yes. ”

“...... Wait a minute. Fajellino called Tavren, who was about to leave.

"Your Highness, please. ”

"Let me know as soon as there is news from Saloras. By the way, Gehr should also be there, and if there is news, he will send it together. ”

"Yes. ”

After Tavron left, Fajellino read the book for a moment, then got up and left the tent.

After a round of the army's camp, I had a brief exchange with my soldiers, and saw that everything was going on in an orderly manner. Fayelino was relieved to walk to his tent.

Coming to the open space in front of the tent, the prince of a foreign country looked up. Looking at the bright red moon and the stars dotted around it, my heart suddenly felt a pang.

Suddenly. The star closest to the moon shone brightly, and at its peak it seemed to obscure the moon's light, but it was only for a moment, and the star's light immediately dimmed, and then disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"I will do what I promised, don't worry. ”

His Royal Highness looked into the distance, as if he had passed through the barrier of the mountains and arrived at a great city hidden in the middle......

......

"Salorath", who was watching, cast her gaze on the seventeen princesses beside her. After receiving a nod from the other party, Ying Ying stood up and pulled off her veil, revealing the face of a young woman who was neat but nowhere near as beautiful as Saloras.

"Not Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess!"

The people who saw the face of "Salorath" exclaimed one after another.

"Where's Salorath?" Flomien, who felt that something was out of his grasp, was obviously not in a good mood, and his voice was unusually low.

Under the gaze of His Royal Highness the eldest prince, this woman, who was just a maid, couldn't withstand this heavy pressure, her body began to tremble unconsciously, and her face was a little pale, but she still said out loud the words that Salorath asked her to relay: "Your Highness said that she was waiting for you there." If you want to know the answer, go there and find her. ”

In the direction the maid had pointed, there was a dirt slope that was a cut above where everyone else was, a place that was familiar to all those present, and it was the best vantage point in Ursula's palace. It is also the best location in the entire palace area, through which you can overlook the whole of Bern without hindrance, and it is a very famous scenic spot.

But what exactly did Salorath want everyone to go there for? What will be the result? If you don't go, what will happen?

I don't know if it's Flomien. The rest of the people were a little uncertain.

"Let's go, let's go. The seventeenth princess got up directly. Said to Gehr and the others.

Gehr and his companions looked at each other for a moment, and without hesitation, escorted the seventeen princesses and walked to the dirt slope.

The actions of Gehr's group immediately woke up the rest of the people who were thinking about it, especially those who were hostile to Flomien, and immediately realized that they had no other choice now, and it was also a good plan to meet Salorath first and see how she handled today's affairs.

So, a group of people, escorted by the guards, hurried towards the dirt slope, and for a while, most of the people in the dueling arena left in an instant.

"Boss, are we?" asked Estud as he walked up to Flomien.

"Don't start yet, let's go see. Fromion knew that the younger brother was not only asking if he was going to see Salorath, but also whether he was going to attack these enemies directly, and to carry out the purge they had predetermined in the first place. However, Flomien's original intention was to carry out a more moderate coup d'état, to use unstoppable momentum to pressure the opponent to give up confrontation, hoping to reduce the damage to a minimum, because no matter how good it sounds, any loss today is actually digging the foundation of Haysting, and unnecessary losses are naturally as small as possible.

At the same time, he was also a little uncertain about his sister, in his understanding, Salorath would never do meaningless things, and her actions today probably represented the future direction of the situation in Haysting, so it was reasonable that he had to meet this sister.

Flomien arrived with his own guards, while Flanagan and Estud put their troops in order for any eventuality.

When Flomien reached the bottom of the dirt slope, the people who had arrived in front of him had already formed their positions below the dirt slope and made sufficient defensive preparations, only giving way to the slope that led to the top of the dirt slope, which was more than ten meters long.

Looking up, Flomien saw his sister standing at the top of the dirt slope, smiling and staring at her.

"Dear brother, you are finally here, come up, witness this moment of bright red with me......" (To be continued......)