In the eastern fortress of Soulingburg, a boulder-studded building, Edmund Moen, wearing a black coat, sits on his high-backed chair with a black jacket. A letter that has been taken apart is placed in front of him. On the table, the brilliance of the magic crystal lamp illuminates the emblem of the corner of the letter. It is the cross sword and plow, the emblem of the Cecil family.

The perpetrators of all things invaded and destroyed the important functions of the Sentinel Tower... The earliest erosion may have occurred hundreds of years ago...

If it weren’t for the team led by the Duke of Govin Cecil to discover the clues in the shadow world, the actions of those believers might never be discovered until the wall of grandeur collapses, until the destruction of human civilization will not be Find.

In the long hall of the castle, there is a layer of substantial deep pressure. The bad emotions of the high-class extraordinary people make the waiters and guards in the hall chilling until a steady and strong footsteps come from the entrance of the hall. The Duke Silas Loren walked into the hall, and the atmosphere shrouded in this space gradually loosened and returned to normal.

Silas Loren went straight to the main hall and came to Edmund Moen and bowed: "What happened under His Royal Highness?"

"Letter from the South," Edmund said not to say, push the letter forward. "Let's see, Duke Loren."

Silas Loren curiously took the letter with the Cecil family's emblem, and after a quick glance, he frowned. "His Royal Highness, when was this sent?"

Edmund’s tone was low: “I arrived in Sorinburg this morning.”

After entering the winter, Wang Guojun and Dong Jing, who had entered the confrontational state, further contracted their respective strengths due to the severe cold. Edmund also temporarily returned from the front of the giant wooden crossing to the Sorinburg as a temporary base camp. Therefore, the letters from the south must be It will be sent to him later than before.

Silas Loren quickly calculated the journey of the letter on the road, recalling a series of news from the south, and thoughtfully said: "It seems that the Duke of Cecil just arrived at the wasteland boundary. Found these things..."

Edmund took a soft breath and looked at Silas: "Loren, the focus is not here."

“The focus is on the dark believers,” said Silas Loren, calmly, and his eyes resting on Edmund. “His Royal Highness, we knew this from the beginning.”

"Yes, I know, they are not credible..." Edmund closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened it again, there was already a chill in his eyes. "Luo Lunqing, we should pay attention to Cecil. The Duke’s warning, isn’t it?”

"Of course," Silas Loren nodded blankly. "Sweeping away evil and maintaining peace, this is what the nobility should do."

"Very good... Belk should return to Soringborg in the near future. After he returns, he will give it to him. I believe that the honest young man will handle this."

Silas Loren bowed slightly: "Of course, as you wish."

With the steady and strong footsteps, the Duke of Dongjing left the long hall.

Edmund Moen sat quietly on the high back chair and swept the warning letter from the south again.

His eyes stayed there for a moment, then looked at the many documents and maps on the other side.

After the winter, Wang Guojun adjusted the deployment. A mountain corps was stationed in the northern part of the giant wooden crossing. The cold winter atmosphere from that area was even worse than that on the plain. The northern Grand Duke Victoria Verde apparently had already visited the front line. His Majesty's Mountain Guards Corps is said to be fearless of cold...

The security of some towns in eastern Sorinburg has not improved, and the influence of the old lords has not yet completely dissipated.

The reform of the government in the east has encountered an unexpected rebound. A large number of peasants are actually resisting the land replacement bill. This is obviously not their spontaneous behavior. It must be behind the conservative lords, but he can't find evidence.

The plan to advance education is slow, the people have no active literacy enthusiasm, and the lower-level scribes and the small aristocrats who execute the orders are almost no one to do things seriously and even in many areas, they regard this task as a kind of “punishment” and “ Depreciate, because "teaching literacy is a decent job"...

Wang Guojun is gaining a firm foothold, conservatives are re-emerging, reformers are making differences, and the people who execute the decree are slow and irritating, and the people... he tries to help and wants to improve the people in his situation, he does not understand His bill.

In the beginning, everything was very smooth. The victory and trophy of the Legion made everyone morale high, and the implementation of the decree did not encounter any difficulties, but since the war was deadlocked, since the New Deal began to involve "land" and "population" "The countless obstacles and difficulties have emerged."

The irritability inevitably came to my heart. Edmund Moen suddenly felt upset. He reached out and picked up the cup on the table. He wanted to drink some water to suppress the irritability in his heart.

In order to keep his head calm, he has been drinking for a long time.

At this moment, the afterglow of his eyes suddenly saw an extraordinarily bright flame in the fireplace on the side of the hall. There seemed to be an illusory shadow in the flame jump that wanted to condense from the hearth, even the nearby wall decoration. The candle on the lamp stand, as if by the inexplicable force, suddenly increased the flame.

It’s not the darkroom or the top of the tower without outsiders. The attendants and guards are standing everywhere in the hall, which makes Edmund Moen’s bad mood worse. He frowned and turned to the fireplace. A wave of direction: "Be bold!"

The flame in the fireplace instantly returned to normal, and no matter who was projected, it was obviously interrupted.

Edmund Moen snorted and took the water to his drink.

......

In the western part of the giant wood crossing, in the town of Baisong, under the control of Wang Guojun, the Viscounte Horne, wearing a dark red coat, was sitting in the carriage, his face very unpleasantly listening to the outside soldiers reporting to themselves.

Hell, this is a cold winter! A viscount would have to go to the streets where the Dalits lived in this ghostly weather, supervise what "destroy evil", listen to those stupid soldiers, and there is Wang Fa? !

Viscount Horne was secretive in his heart, but he did not dare to say what he thought in his heart, because these things were the orders of the Duke of Victoria, and the North Dagong, who had the power of winter, was stationed in the far north. He felt that every word he said in his words was immediately passed to the woman’s ear, which was not a good thing.

The cold wind seemed to blow in through the gap of the carriage, and Count Horne couldn't help but tighten the thick and warm coat. He was a low-ranking caster, but the perennial wine had long hollowed out his body. Even with the protection of the breeze shield, he felt that the weather was cold and unbearable, and at the same time, he heard the soldiers outside still chanting:

"...three people were found in the cellar, all of them died. They were obviously doing something wrong. They found the blood-stained altar and the container of suspicious liquid...

"The original owner of the house is unaccounted for. The people on the street said that they were not seen after the winter. This is consistent with the whistleblower's description...

"...the three cultists may be suicidal or guilty. This requires an adult to judge..."

There was a bit of impatience in the eyes of Viscount Horne, but when he spoke, he used a tone that was not too slow or slow. This way of maintaining a certain rhythm and strictly restricting the tone of each word is a must for qualified aristocrats. "I already understand that in a nutshell, someone reported to the Cavaliers that they found the trail of the cultists, and then you really found the altar of the blasphemy and the three dead cultists here, clear and correct, right? ""

The voice of the soldier came from outside: "There is another adult who has a missing resident..."

"I know, I know," Count Fonn interrupted the soldier. "I know this, I will do it according to the proper disposal, burn the body of the cultist, purify the altar with holy water, and return the house to the lord. that's it."

After that, he will order to leave the place, but the unrecognized soldier is still talking: "But... but adults, you... do you want to take a look... this is a rule..."

It’s a wooden bag, and I don’t know who ordered such an idiot into the inner city guard.

Viscount Horne whispered, quickly pushing the cover of the window of the compartment and glanced at the outside.

He saw a ragged street outside. The semi-melting snow smashed the walls and garbage dumps along the roadside. Several soldiers were guarded at the door of a residential house. Three bodies that had begun to emit odors were thrown at On the grass mat, there are also ritual daggers, pottery pots, stone tablets, etc., which act as "heretical evidence", while some timid and poor people look at the roadside, some hidden in the distance. Behind the window or door.

Those fearful and stupid sights are very uncomfortable.

Viscount Horne glanced at it so quickly, he quickly put down the cover of the window: "Well, I have witnessed it with my own eyes. According to what I said, Mr. Pierre, give them money to do things."

Outside the carriage, the keeper of the Viscount took out three silver coins. This was the money to dispose of the body of the cult and to purify the altar of evil. It was handed over to the captain of the soldier waiting on the side.

Subsequently, the Viscount and his attendants and housekeepers left the street.

Several soldiers staying at the scene, look at me, I look at you, or shake your head or swear a few words, then wield a sword and ran away the overlooking poor people, the captain called a soldier to the front, Plug the other party with a silver coin: "Well, do what the lord said, find two people to handle this place."

The soldier holding the silver coin looked at his captain and turned away and shrugged.

Then he noticed that there were still a lot of onlookers around, who were still standing in the ragged, yellow-skinned people. They had just been ran away by the sword, but most of them did not run far. They just stood on the side of the road. At this moment, I was looking at this side with a weird, numb, empty look. I looked at the three bodies on the ground and looked at the house that had lost the owner and was about to be taken over by the lord.

The soldiers who were left were stunned and suddenly shuddered inexplicably.

This **** cold weather, the brains of these poor people may have been frozen and not awake.

In the inexplicable uneasiness, the soldiers gave up the plan to go to the ownerless home and search for it. Anyone who lives on this street should have nothing to lose.

He looked up and looked over the poor people who were numb and sullen. They saw the dirty gray-black blouse and the talisman of the dead on the neck of the two corpses who had already waited outside the crowd. The most prominent feature of the corpse. These guys who deal with the corpse have always been sensitive to smell. I am afraid that within half an hour after the news of the corpse is there, the two corpses are already waiting nearby.

"I am so embarrassed today..."

The soldiers squatted and called the corpse to the front. They handed them a few copper plates and told them: "Put the body outside the town and burn it. Remember to burn it. This is the command of the top."

After saying this, he did not care how the corpse responded, and he left the place.

The reason why he walked so fast was that he knew that the corpse would definitely bargain for the burnt body and needed extra wood and grease. The copper plates were not enough.

But after he left, this matter has nothing to do with him.

The lord left, the steward left, and the soldiers left.

There are only a few poor people standing on the street standing in the cold wind, the bodies of three cults lying on the grass mat, the messy footprints, and two corpses.