The Cathedral of Light, the Great Hall of Light.

Veronica quietly reported to the Pope, St. Ivan III, about the recent changes in the situation in the South: "... After the capture of the Rock Fortress, Govin Cecil blocked the entire South and announced the establishment of the Principality of Cecil or Reconstruction of the Principality of Cecil.

“At present, only licensed caravans can enter and leave the South, and they can only stay in the vicinity of the Rock Fortress for trade. The Cecil family has set up a new town in the southern part of the Rock Fortress, called 磐石城.

"No matter whether the merchant or the messenger sent by the nobility can cross the Rock City, the situation in the hinterland of the South is completely unknown. Only sporadic news has come out, saying that the Duke of Govin Cecil has begun to integrate the South and sweep away the Southland in the past 100 years. The influence of the nobility, he implemented a lot of new policies to ensure the rule."

St. Ivan III listened quietly until she finally sighed: "It seems that this ancient hero has a strong desire to control..."

Then he paused and asked without hesitation: "The body of Leymont is still in the hands of the Cecils, is it?"

"...The Rock Fortress did not respond to the church's request. The remains of Bishop Leymont are still in the south and are said to have been cremated."

"Purifying the body with flames... Fortunately, the Cecils have at least not done anything to the body of the Bishop of Leymont, but if they are willing to return the Ashes to us," the old pope sighed softly. "So at least we can confirm the true cause of death of Bishop Leymont."

A regional bishop died in the "noble war" in the south. This news caused a great storm when it was transmitted back to the Cathedral of the Light, but in this war, the supposedly neutral church fell on unreasonable grounds. It is an indisputable fact that the aristocrats in the south have taken the initiative to invade the Cecil territory. Together with the fact that the Cecil family completed the factual rule over the South in a short time, the church has no reason or opportunity to control the situation until they finally When the hands of the expansion of the parish and the fight against heretics were made, Cecil’s army had already reached the Rock Fortress.

After that, the church also sent messengers to contact with the South. The messengers were blocked from the gates of the Rock Fortress. They only got a letter from the Grand Duke of Govin Cecil, in the letter to the Church of the Light in the southern region. The action expressed disappointment and conveyed an astonishing message:

Although the Bishop of Leymont was killed in the course of the aristocratic war, it was not killed by the Cecils, but by the sneak attack of the perpetrators.

The contents of this letter are known to a few in the church, and the Pope and Veronica are two of them.

"Now the situation in the southern parish is not more optimistic than in the east. Although the Duke of Gaowen has not publicly expelled our priests, according to sporadic news, he has blocked Lu'an City and prohibited all the sacred officials from walking and propagating in the south. It is necessary to investigate the corruption of the aristocrats in the south and the post-war security," Veronica said. "He is equal to using the post-war control to house the entire southern church."

"...The South and the East have always been tricky places. Now it is only more difficult." The old pope said with no expression, and said lightly, "Now the main energy of the royal family is placed on the Eastern Rebels. We want to use Their power, therefore, can only focus on the east... Veronica, you have been in contact with the ancient Duke, now you think about it, what is his possible attitude towards the church?"

Veronica lowered her eyelids: "...he is indeed a non-believers, or the power of 'belief' is just a tool for him. I have only been in contact with him for a short time, and Still a year ago, but according to his actions during the year, I can guess his thoughts: he doesn't really care about 'god', neither fear nor resistance, but follow pragmatism. I have studied him. The implementation of the New Deal has found a rule: all his systems first consider practicality, secondly consider cost and efficiency, and finally consider legal morality, which can explain his style of action."

"Hurricane, but qualified to be arrogant," St. Ivan III closed her eyes. "But his disregard is better than Edmond Moen's hostility. Since he regards faith as a tool... it means he will at least not reject it. This tool."

Veronica's eyebrows rose slightly: "Your Majesty, you mean..."

"Let's wait and see what he wants to do next to Lu'an City. If the situation does not change, then we will ignore it for a while. If the situation worsens... Veronica, you have to be prepared to go to the south. Talk to the ruler."

Veronica bowed her head deeply: "Follow your will."

"Go on, I am a little tired," St. Ivan III closed her eyes, and the body that was trying to sit up straight down gradually, his voice was ethereal, and it seemed that some of the mind had already drifted to the kingdom of the Light of Light. "I want to nap." I feel...to listen to the voice of the Lord."

Veronica bent down and whispered in the ear of the old Pope: "Yes, the Lord is with you."

St. Ivan III gave a uniform and gentle breathing, and on his face, a smile that satisfies the lightness gradually spread.

Veronica walked down the platform where the Pope's throne was located, and with a wave of light, a layer of sacred light shrouded the entire platform, protecting the Pope and isolating it from the glory of the Great Light Hall. .

......

The night is coming, and the kings under the stars are shrouded in silence.

St. Sunil City, No. 4, Crown Street, the military affairs bureau clerk Jeepie stood quietly on the balcony of the mansion, looking at the gorgeous but stale buildings outside the balcony.

At No. 4 Crown Street, some of the buildings have become pure historical relics, but there are still many noble descendants living in the rest of the ancient houses inherited from the ancestors. Every day from morning to night, there will be many beautifully decorated carriages in this section. On the streets, when there are a lot of carriages in the same area, the lights in the mansion will be lit up all night, and the music of the lyre and tambourine will continue until the next morning. On the second day, the carriages will leave their intoxicated masters and return to their estates and castles inside and outside the city.

Even if the country is in a civil war, even if soldiers die every day on the eastern front of the Holy Spirit Plain, even if the refugees displaced by the war are about to spread to the Great Woods crossing, the nobility of the country has not reduced the frequency of their feasts. scale.

Jeep has been tired of these.

Fortunately, today is a rare quiet day: there are no banquets in the recent houses, it is said that because the Earl of Bahrain held a larger banquet in the south of the city, half of the nobles in Crown Street received invitations, and their departure gave Jeep is a chance to enjoy the night.

The sound of the roller-rolled stone road of the horse wheel sounded in this silent night.

Jeepie retracted her eyes. She saw a carriage with a magical crystal lamp parked in front of the mansion and quickly left the balcony and returned to the study.

A moment later, Pierce, who was tall and thin and dressed in a knight's uniform, appeared in front of her.

“It’s getting harder to go out at night,” Pierce said as he took off his coat. “The banquets of the nobles are getting more and more frequent, and the curfews in the artisan and merchant areas are getting more and more severe, if not the Duke’s Mark, I am afraid I will not come back tonight."

"After all, there have been rumors in the city recently," Jupley nodded. "The situation in the east of the plain is not good."

Pierce smiled, and the line of sight came to the window quietly after the room was swept. He closed the window and then activated the magic runes under the window sill.

A small soundproof enchantment covers the entire room.

"The Ministry sent orders," the officer of the Military Intelligence Bureau said in a clear and concise manner. "We are ready to evacuate."

“Evacuation?” Jupley widened his eyes. “The situation has deteriorated?”

"The Duke has laid down the Rock Fortress, the South has become the Principality of Cecil, and the Ansu royal family will soon respond to it. Regardless of the reaction, we will receive more attention in the kingdom," Pierce quickly explained. "We have been publicly active here for a long time, and you have been in contact with the Master Circle many times. We are no longer suitable to continue to be stationed here."

Jeep couldn't help but frown slightly: "What about this stronghold?"

"There will be a new working group to take over from us but they will remain lurking in the dark," Pierce explained. "The lord still needs the intelligence of the king, but we can't hide and disguise. We have to evacuate in advance."

Jeepie snorted and then sighed with a slight excitement: "Yes... it seems that you must leave."

"It is also a good thing. It is said that the local side is developing very fast. The newcomers in this department are much more advanced than ours in terms of skills and equipment. We can go back and take time to make up the class, otherwise... I am afraid I will go directly after going back. I can't keep up with the newbies," Pierce said with a smile, and glanced at Jipley. "Do you say... Are you still in love with this place?"

"Nostalgia? I don't want to fall in love here," Jeepie said with a sardonic smile. "The wind on the banks of the White River is more fresh than the stinky streets here."

......

The night wind of Baishui River is very fresh. From a long time ago, Gao Wen liked to come to the high platform on the bank of the river, blowing the cold wind to look at the scenery on the river bank, or thinking about the future, or remembering the past, or simply nothing. If you don't want to, just appreciate this scenery.

The scenery here has been changing.

When I first came here, there was only a barren beach on the banks of the Baishui River. Eight hundred refugees set up a simple tent on the barren beach. The guards of the camp used a brazier and a simple fence to protect the safety of the land. At that time, the sun must return to the camp as soon as the mountain falls, because the hungry wild beasts in the jungles outside the camps can only be stunned in the tents...

Then the tent became a wooden house, the wooden house became a brick house, the fence became a city wall, a sentry tower was built on the wall, and the wooden bridge on the White River became a mechanical bridge driven by a giant repulsive mechanism. The temporary wharf has become a permanent pier built of cement, and even the most desolate Baishui River north bank has become a busy "Beicheng New District" at this moment...

After the night, the brilliance of the magic crystal stone will shine on both sides of the river, as if the stars are scattered on the earth.

It took only less than two years.

As a person who has created all of this, Gao Wen can feel the greatest sense of accomplishment from these changes.

He knows that the speed of development of this city is a miracle, even on the earth. The reason why the Cecil people can achieve this almost open miracle, in addition to the tremendous power of sudden liberation of productivity In addition, there is the development of magic technology.

"Magic technology..."

Gao Wen whispered, raising his hand under the illumination of the stars and the lights on both sides of the strait. A hustle and bustle of light appeared in his palm.

This is not a knight warfare or a spell, but a luminescence phenomenon in which the free magic in the air is stimulated. It always reminds Gao Wen: magic, everywhere.

"Everywhere, seemingly endless energy..."

Waving away from the magic of gathering, Gao Wen’s brow could not help but wrinkled slightly.

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound in the river not far away, interrupting Gao Wen’s thoughts. The latter looked up and saw a stream of water on the river, and Tyre’s head floated from the water. .

"Hey, Lord, are you lazy?"

(Push! Book! Time!! This book I pushed a long time ago, the phased traveler wrote "The Evolution of 4.6 Billion", science fiction class, still serialized today, telling a story that evolved from a single-celled creature. The story, even if it is now, is also a very new and challenging brain. The book has been serialized for many years, and it is still insisting on updating. It is acceptable to accept this kind of "the protagonist is not a person, even a supporting role is not a person" For the set-up people, this is a very interesting story. If you can't read the book, you can look at it. The imagination inside will make you satisfied.)