Not long after the midsummer sun passed, the golden autumn wind once again blew across the earth, and the northern world, which was about to usher in the joy of a good harvest, was shaking for another thing - the glorious cross appeared again!

Legend has it that the glorious cross that saved mankind is a symbol of knighthood, a symbol of empire, and even a symbol of humanity. What seems to be a legendary item is now real.

Every northerner once remembered the old, even forgotten story of Aragon, who came from a poor background, and it was precisely because of the Glorious Cross that many human city-states were gathered under one banner, and humanity was unified. All of them believed that only the true king could possess the sword - which, of course, was once only a memory in a story, a longed-for and unattainable myth.

But now, the story of what was once considered a myth by everyone has really appeared in the north - a Roman, a leader, who inherited the sword from the last descendants of the Pendragon family in the spotlight (obviously, the story is wrong), and a new myth is about to begin!

The whole north, from the manors to the towns, was excitedly discussing this matter, which also made the Romans living in Caesarea proud, which further proved how much the great Caesar was loved by the gods, and at the same time, Helena's prestige was further demonstrated among the Romans by the marriage contract to Theodore, and the enthusiastic and easily excited Romans were full of sympathy and love for this kind and brave princess. In the bustling Square of the Gods, you can already hear the cries of "Long live His Highness Pendragon!"

The Romans lived with great enthusiasm and gradually realized that this "new Roman city" was about to become the center of the entire human world. The scholars of the Caesarea Academy came up with a new idea: the continent is the center of the world's seas, the north is the center of the continent, and Caesarea is the center of the north - and they swore to tell all the outsiders who came to visit the academy about the latest research results.

And before the people could calm down, Theodore's "edict" had already been brought to all the lords with all the knights who had been sent to the north to announce the victory. Without the slightest time for them to prepare, there is no doubt that a few families will be happy and a few will be worried.

“...... Named Theodore Julian, Caesar of Rome, Supreme Leader of the Legion, owner of the Radiant Cross, First Citizen of Rome. In the name of Helena Pendragon, the sole legal heir of the Pendragon family, the owner of the Radiant Cross and the commander of the Knights of the Dawn, the edict was issued to all the nobles of the north to go to Caesarea to participate in the triumphal ceremony. I will entertain all visitors as a friend.

All righteous men who deem it appropriate to swear allegiance to the Radiant Cross, and who regard themselves and Her Highness Helena Pendragon as the rightful rulers of the North, are to do their duty, to remember their oaths, and to hold all those who hesitate, I will not pursue them, but choose carefully, for this will be your only and last opportunity to show your loyalty, and I will not give anyone a second choice.................."

Sudden "invitations". All the lords who were still waiting and watching became overwhelmed, they didn't know why the young Roman leader was in such a hurry, and his extremely tough tone didn't seem to be a way to discuss it at all, as if he had become the only human emperor, holding the supreme authority!

All the lords know it. The north will inevitably move towards unification, and they all hope that the north can be unified, and there is no empire that is too strong to be defeated to protect the north. Naturally, they are also well aware of the benefits of unification. But just as the senate lords did their best to retain the senate's privileges, the local lords of the "far away" wanted to earn a place in the new empire.

Theodore was clear. The situation he faced was completely different from that faced by Aragorn in the past - the human world today was not composed of several major city-states, and the large and small semi-independent territories were scattered and completely scattered. Actually, even Salald or Aaron. It has not been able to achieve absolute control over the territory, and it is only in a situation of basic military unity, relying on long-standing prestige and powerful force to maintain control. The situation in Laria is more complicated, only slightly better than that of the Kwyn River.

On the other hand, Theodore is also trying to integrate the human world, which is not originally part of this group, into the whole system, such as the highlanders of the Far North Ice Field, and the remote emerald steppe.

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Autumn in the Emerald Prairie is much colder and colder than in the rest of the North, and the verdant grass begins to turn yellow, dry, and tarnished. The herdsmen hurriedly prepared all the resources for the winter, and rushed to harvest the wool at the end, waiting for the cattle traders from Laria and Caesarea to exchange their livestock, cheese, and wool for wine, utensils, and linen products.

At this time, Marions, the "pastoral city", was already crowded, and the last market of the year must be very lively, and the Duke of Alama's family, as the sole owner of the prairie, naturally had to sit and manage it here - in fact, despite his old age and decrepitude, Duke Alama was still very tired of living in the town, and his big tent would often move back and forth on the grassland, and the majestic pastoral city was only a symbol of his ruling power.

The old Duke of Allama sat on a felt cushion, his tent never lacking in weapons and hides, and the blazing braziers on either side made the writing on the parchment in his hand clear with his bright eyes.

The cool autumn breeze came in through the open door curtain, and he walked in with steady but silent steps, and slowly stopped in front of Duke Allama: "Are you looking for me, Father?"

"The young human emperor couldn't sit still anymore, and it seems that the orc tribe attacking the Kwyn River had touched him a lot—of course, it was possible that he did it on purpose, but either one of his goals was achieved. The old duke's wrinkled face showed a snickering smile, and he handed the letter forward with his right hand: "After reading this letter, then tell me what you think, Adil." ”

His white, slender hands respectfully took the parchment, put it in front of his eyes, and read it silently. The young man had neat and elegant black curls and a beautiful mustache completely different from Alama and his hazel skin, and it was hard to imagine that this was a Cato man who had been exposed to the wind and sun in the savannah for many years, with a clean plain robe, and a gorgeous scimitar tied around his waist, as if he had just come out of an ivory tower.

"We should now send an emissary of the highest calibre - preferably in person if possible, for the Cato cannot be excluded from the Empire. Adil slowly raised his head and returned the letter to the old duke: "This is a wonderful opportunity to extend Marions' influence beyond the Emerald Meadows. ”

"Of course, you're right, not to mention that we've missed it once. The old duke muttered, "It was my mistake not to send reinforcements to the Kwen River, and we lost a chance to gain the favor of this newcomer - I really didn't expect that he would care so much about the safety of the Kwen River!"

"If he needs to rule the whole north, then he must have a power that can override all the people in the whole north - the Kwyn River can give him this power, and with the Kwyn he has the food to feed half of the north, and he can multiply the number of his army. Adil smiled lightly: "And Marions' power can also be a strong reinforcement for His Majesty the Emperor to suppress the local forces, and he will need us." ”

"Perhaps it would be most appropriate for you to attend, you are my son, and you are the eldest, and if you attend, I am sure that you will be more pleased with His Majesty Julian. The old duke waved his hand and said, "The southerners are always like this, they are interested in face, and if I let any of my younger sons go, it would be as if it were an insult to them, and as far as I know, the last time I went to Haringos, the boy almost had an accident." ”

"Speaking of which, I ...... I've heard some very interesting rumors. Adil's eyelids suddenly jumped, and he looked cautiously at the old Duke of Arama in front of him: "It seems that you are intent on marrying our Arjuna sister to a Roman, I have heard about this from other brothers. ”

"Oh, that's what happened, but it wasn't intentional, it was something that had already been decided. Allama gasped and leaned back, "At the height of summer next year, they will be married—a Roman named Belisarius, Theodore Julian...... Now I'm afraid I'm going to call Your Majesty, it's his most trusted cavalry commander, it's a good match, and the kid agreed. ”

"It seems like there's more to it than that. Adil glanced at Alama and said in a low voice: "You seem to be talking about ......"

"If he has the ability, he can naturally inherit the title of Duke of Marions...... Since it is my son, he has this right. The old duke said slowly.

"Don't you think it's too dangerous, if he really inherits the title, it means that Marions has become a Roman ......"

"If you want this position, then rely on your ability!" The old duke's roar shook Adil back: "I will not hand over the family property I have worked hard for all my life to a guy who has no ability, even if that person is my son!"

“............ I see what you mean. Adil took a deep breath, humbly lowered his head, and hid his angry gaze: "Everything is at your will, and I will go to Caesarea!" (To be continued......)