A cold wind blew the nearby flag, bringing a squeaking noise, and Ropeney Gülen looked up and quietly stared at the ancient castle in the distance.

The two-hundred-year-old cracked stone castle is quietly entrenched at the top of the hill. The steep cliff on the side of the castle stands like a blade on the horizon. The sun sinking sunset shines on the rocky mountains and the high walls of the castle. Layers of pale gold are plated on those lines.

It is a stony mountain. The side of the mountain is steep and sinister. The cracked stone castle is located at the top of the cliff. It seems to be crouching on the blade. The outer wall of the old castle is already mottled, and signs of cracking can be seen in many places. When the sunset shines on the castle from the right angle, part of its outer wall will even reveal the opposite light, showing a cracked line of veins on the wall.

Some people are worried that when the castle will fall in the sunset, countless tons of heavy boulders will roll down from the top of the cliff, and the land will be the most glorious in an earth-shattering disaster. The last name was buried from here.

But Roppeni remembered her husband's words and remembered the ancient agreement about the castle and the spirit of the earth. It was in the era when the Gülen family was only a marginal vassal of the Cecil family, and the family's ancestors and earth element allies reached it. A contract: As long as the surname "Gulan" still rules this land, then the cracked stone castle will never collapse naturally...

However, the cracks in this fortress have been growing more and more these years...

"The hostess," the housekeeper's voice interrupted Roperi's thoughts. The steady and reliable middle-aged man handed a wooden box to the woman's lord. "This is the soil you want."

Luo Peini looked at the deep color of the mud in the wooden box, grabbed her finger and grabbed it and gently moved it. Then there was some magical brilliance between her fingers. The soil then turned into the blue smoke floating in the wind in the brilliance of the magic. .

"The pharmacy has worked," Luo Peini’s always gloomy expression seemed to be a little bit slower. She nodded slightly to the butler. "The farmer’s half of the farm needs this druid remedy to restore the balance of the land, spring. It must be done before. You go to the Cecil pharmacists to see what kind of price they will pay."

"Yes," the butler bowed his head, and then couldn't help but said, "The hostess, you don't have to leave the castle, you don't have to come to this dirty country. They are rude and ignorant farmers. They are It is likely to offend you."

"Similarly, you said enough," Roppeni looked at the housekeeper with a faint look. "Do your own thing."

The housekeeper hurriedly bowed his head and did not dare to make any comments.

"Gao Wen? The Duke of Cecil will visit in five days," after a few seconds, Roppeni broke the silence. "Get ready after you go back."

“The Duke is going to visit?” The butler was immediately shocked, but after seeing the calm and calm expression on the hostess’s face, he immediately swallowed all the doubts and nonsense back into his stomach. “I understand, I I will arrange the most appropriate greeting. But I don’t know why the Duke came. What do I need to arrange extra?"

"It’s just an ordinary meeting," Roppeni said faintly. "The Kant area has finally become the legal seal of the Cecil family."

"Kant... I understand."

A few days later.

A troika with the Cecil family's emblem is on the road to the east of Kant. In front of this carriage, it is the place where the Graham family ruled for generations.

Except for the driver who drove the carriage and the three soldiers in the latter half of the carriage, there were only Gao Wen and Amber in the carriage.

"This is really no more than the last time I went to Kant." Amber sat across from Gao Wen and couldn't help but start to groan. "I said, you are also a duke, even if you are going to visit lower than yourself." The nobles, how much do you pay attention to your own arrangement? At least two more cars and more followers..."

Gao Wen looked at the opposite half-elf girl with a funny look. He could know the thoughts in this guy's stomach. Amber didn't care if his row was enough. She just felt that she had to go to the Duke to follow the class. I didn’t enjoy going out to a team, and I’m going to go around with eight hundred entourages. I walked away from the drums and went to the city to report the treatment. So I’m a little unbalanced. This guy’s longing for a better life can be said to be simple and straightforward. The wind and the scenery are rich and prosperous. - There is no spiritual pursuit at all.

In other words, her only spiritual pursuit is probably who can organize a pitfall in a lifetime, and then she goes up to get a champion back...

"You still laugh!" Amber saw Gao Wen’s smile and smile, and immediately glanced at the other person. "I saw a count and seven or eight carriages."

"The carriage is such a thing... sooner or later it is going to be eliminated," Gao Wen smiled and shook his head. "When I wait, I will let you sit more than a carriage."

"What is more sensation than the carriage?" Amber suddenly curious, "What new things have you tossed?"

"Not yet, it's just an idea, but the timing and technical conditions are still immature," Gao Wen waved his hand. "Compared with this, let's continue to talk about the Gelan family. In addition to the accidental death of Viscount Ge Lan a few years ago. In addition to a few doubts, what else have you investigated?"

"That would have to start from an earlier time. Before the accidental death of the former generation of the Viscount, the former "Golden Law" was almost inconceivable in the territory. At that time, not only his territory, but also the surrounding territory. The nobility has been affected to some extent..."

“The new law?” Gao Wen frowned. “This part is carefully talked about.”

"Oh, then start with the serfs and slaves in his liberation territory."

......

When the carriage of the Duke of Cecil sailed to the Gülen collar, a messenger wearing a red and blue two-tone robes and holding a banner was riding a fast horse and rushing on the avenue in the center of St. Sunil.

The flag is the king's token. No one dares to block the messenger holding the token. The pedestrians on the road are all flustered and fearfully avoiding the running horse. The Wangdu people who have long been used to the peaceful life have been broken in this day. But at this moment, they still don’t know what’s going to happen next – they just hide on the side of the road, horrified and curiously watching the messenger’s direction, guessing what the man who is running wild is carrying Message.

The messenger ran across King Street, ran past the curved square in front of the Silver Fort, and then rolled over in front of the castle, holding the flag all the way to the place where the king was.

Just a few minutes later, an intelligence from the western part of the Holy Spirit Plain was sent to Francis II.

This urgent information made Francis II very uncomfortable, because today it is hard to see Veronica leave the cathedral, come to Silver Fort and reunite with him, for the father of the king, the daughter of the saint In fact, this is a very special and precious time, but this good time has been disturbed.

Veronica looked at the information she had just sent, and she showed a reassuring gentle smile and said softly: "Father, government affairs matter."

"I know," Francis II sighed and picked up the information on the table. "But I don't want to receive any "unexpected situation" at this time... Those greedy nobles are never fed, they are fundamental I won't think about this kingdom, but it will only give me trouble."

Veronica smiled shallowly: "Perhaps this is not about the nobility?"

Francis II barely showed a smile and opened the envelope of intelligence.

In the next half minute, the smile on his face faded away.

Veronica noticed the change in her father's expression: "Father, this is..."

"Let's see for yourself," Francis II handed the secret letter to his daughter. "This is something you can see - because it's probably going to be passed to the Cathedral of Light."

Veronica frowned and curiously took the stationery, and the above content jumped into the eye:

"...The Contradictions between the Holy Light Believers and the Blood God believers in the plains of the Holy Spirit are getting worse... On **** xx, the two sides of the boulder city broke out in a military conflict, and the radical blood gods smashed the statues in front of the Church of Light... the next day The Holy Lights retaliated and the Church of the Blood was burned.

"Lord..." Veronica sighed with horror and sorrow, and with her hand on the chest marked the emblem of the Holy Light. "Even if you maintain your faith, why do you need to do this?"

Francis II glanced at his daughter and shook his head and said, "Continue to look down."

Veronica looked at the second half of the secret letter and couldn't help but take a breath:

"...The blood **** sects of the sects led the believers to fight back. They were hit by the dark arrows on the way to the Church of the Light, and they broke out when they died... The mutated became a flesh-and-blood monster, and there were a lot of witnesses on the scene...

"The lord of the Boulder City and the bishop of the Holy Light Church jointly killed the monsters... After the search for the Church of the Blood God, the secret room was found in the underground of the church, and a large number of **** sacrifices were found... Notes on knowledge, evil speech...

"...All the blood **** churches in Boulder have been blocked... half of the believers have been expelled..."

"A local bishop-level person is actually a believer in the end of all things..." Veronica muttered with an incredulous expression, "They actually penetrated to this point..."

"So you should understand, my daughter," said Francis II, his face very poorly. "Understand why I have been saying that Ansu is not prepared for the war with Tifeng... especially this year. ”

Veronica was silent for a moment and returned the letter to the old king: "Father, how are you going to deal with this?"

"The king does not intervene in theocracy, and the theocracy does not interfere with the kingship. This is a rule all the time, but now someone has shed blood for this, and the king must act." Francis II said with a low voice, "We have been searching The whereabouts of those cultists, even began to investigate every aristocrat, began to investigate the extraordinary who was registered in the royal family, but ignored the Holy See... The Holy See, which was thought to be the least likely to be corrupted by cultists, was also a hotbed of evil breeding."

Francis II raised his fist and couldn't help but knocked on the table: "Veronica, the church must be inspected, but... I can't let this further affect the stability of the kingdom."

"Father, I can guarantee the cooperation of the Church of Light, and any sensible follower of the Light will understand this. It is good for everyone to take out the hidden cultists," Verona The card’s expression said solemnly, the power of the Holy Light was agitated by her side, and a layer of holy halo was swayed. “I believe that other sects will actively cooperate after learning about what happened in Boulder City... no one wants to let The cultists lurk in their own homes."