The sun is bright and the sky is clear.

Allegri, who was sleepy-eyed, beat his spirits and entertained his fellow nobles around him. As members of the upper class, they had the privilege of arriving at the celebration site early, rather than spending a lot of time on crowded journeys, as the petty nobles or commoners did.

Of course, it's not without smart people.

The Victory Day Celebration takes place in a soothing valley south of Norman City. The Public Works Department under the Imperial Ministry of Government Affairs has built a well-equipped viewing platform according to the topography, but the limited number of seats obviously cannot meet the needs of everyone.

After all, almost all Snowdonians want to see this unprecedented celebration in person. In addition to the Normans, there were many good deeds who came from other regions.

Fortunately, the hills around the parade site were not included in the planning scope of the Public Works Department. The people who did not get seats came here with their oxen and wagons, and gathered together in a bustling manner, which looked like a sea of people from a distance.

"Someone, staying here for the night?" Allegri glanced over and found several colorful tents on the top of the hill, which was the best place to see them.

"It's a guy with a lot of brains, and maybe he can make a fortune at the opportunity. The Marquis of Walledon, who was sitting beside him, smiled casually. Among the hot-blooded Snowton boys, a guy like him who is full of money is also an outlier.

"The people's enthusiasm for war is really high. Allegri exclaimed, and before he could finish speaking, he saw the audience sitting on the ground, taking out their food and drink, and eating and drinking. They formed a group of three or five, fighting wine and guessing boxing. Vendors come and go like butterflies in flowers, and children are jubilant, which is really a lively scene.

"To them, it's more like a big picnic," replied a dignified count, shaking his head. "But war is not a game, and we have to be mentally prepared. ”

It seems that there is no shortage of sensible people in Snowton. Allegri looked over with some surprise, in the past few days, he had really seen too many blind and confident imperial nobles.

Feeling his gaze, the old earl, who was about fifty or sixty years old, politely bowed sideways, "Plantagenet family, Dorges." ”

"It turned out to be Count Dalges. Thinking back on what he had just learned, Allegri said, "The Violet family, Allegri. Although there is only one member of his family at present, it always seems a little more imposing to say it like this.

"You're Allegri?" Dolges turned his head and looked at him earnestly. The old-fashioned face actually showed a kind smile.

"Your Excellency the Count knows me?" Allegri was slightly stunned. Yourself and each other. I don't think there was an intersection before.

"Miss Althea, the head of my house," Dorgers briefly clarified the connection between the two, and then whispered, "She explained before I came. If I can see you, take a hello. ”

"Althea...... Didn't she come?" Allegri asked, after a moment's hesitation. He had heard that King Nacini would take this opportunity to canonize several new lords. Borriello. Himself, as well as Althea, are on this list.

"The old master is seriously ill, and Miss Althea can't get out," Dolges sighed lightly with a sad look on his face, "I am allowed to come to Norman by the king's grace to accept the canonization on behalf of the young master." ”

"That's-"

Allegri was about to ask a few words, when a majestic military music suddenly sounded in the field, and the revival of the three-year "Victory Day Celebration" officially began.

Twenty-four brass trombones, whining and blowing, kicked off the melodious prelude.

Subsequently, the big and small trumpets, piccolo, Qingyue's horn, and undulating reeds joined in one after another, following the distinct rhythm of the war drums, and sent a passionate Snowton war song to everyone's hearts.

It was the surging blood, the earth-shattering thunder, the indulgent roar of millions of heroes, and the supreme glory of returning triumphantly. Allegri, who had been uninterested in it, was now infected by this passion, and like everyone else in the field, he raised his arms and shouted a few times.

After all, music is the best way to create an atmosphere.

When the high-pitched war song gradually went down, people's feelings had been fully mobilized. The fanatical crowd let out a tsunami-like roar, as if they were eager to personally carry their swords into battle and establish immortal deeds.

Click!

At this moment, the thunder fell!

All the voices were suppressed, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the thunder, and they all looked at the high platform in the middle.

The ten-zhang high platform, piled up with huge stones, has not undergone any carving, and the rough rock primary color is exposed. Like a sharp sword piercing the heavens, it exudes an incomparable momentum.

At the same time as the military music was playing, King Nacini had already arrived on the high platform. He was dressed in mighty gold armor, reflecting brilliant brilliance in the sun, and a scarlet velvet cloak, hunting and flying in the long wind. Today, Snowton's young king, who did not wear a crown, took off his helmet with his hands, his long hair flowed down like gold, and his handsome and extraordinary facial features made him like the son of the god of war.

"My people, I don't know if you still remember......" With the blessing of amplification magic, Nacchini's deep voice rumbled throughout the audience, "It was two years ago today, the shameless Holy See of Light ignited the flames of Snowton's war, and since then, countless Imperial soldiers have died on the battlefield, countless robes and brothers have fought in the same room, and the people of the Empire have swords against each other, and the initiator has been safe and sound on the sidelines, cheering and cheering. ”

The sound of military music stopped, and only the whimpering horns remained, like weeping and complaining.

"From that time on, I made a vow that the tragic scene of the imperial capital of Vanuna would be repeated in the so-called 'Holy City' of Ranken," Nacini stood as tall as a spear, clenched the long sword at his waist, and shouted in a deep voice, "In two years, the flames of war ignited by the Holy See of Light will finally burn back on their own heads, and Snowton will be stronger than ever!"

"Revenge, revenge!" From the nearby viewing platform to the hill where the people gathered in the distance, the shouts swept by, like a rolling tide of rage, shaking the heavens and the earth. Revenge is always better than aggression, at least, they have a glamorous reason to proclaim.

"Yes, it's time, it's time to throw the spear of vengeance at the despicable enemy!"

"For the Empire!" (To be continued......

PS: (In the second year of junior high school, I am still on duty.) ）