Vol 5 Chapter 182

The bells were ringing in Fattan Port, and Roman watched the priests or believers wearing gold or red robes taking to the streets and rushing in one direction-that direction was Fossa Square, the largest in Fattan Port. Where the temple was—she stood in a crowd of people without feeling cramped, but Haruze stood behind her, looking slightly uneasy.

Roman suddenly suddenly saw a familiar figure from the crowd, and slightly excitedly stretched out his white hand in the air:

"Mr. Alermov--"

The middle-aged man dressed in a robe and dressed as a priest turned slightly, turned around, and looked to this side with surprise: "Miss Roman?"

At this moment, the bells of Fattan Port are ringing, but they are not simple bells. The bells are coming from the direction of Fossa Square. It is obviously a summoning order for believers in the temple. As the most senior believer in this city, he is also the priest in the neighborhood. One post, but the faculty is actually a part-time job for him. His other status is the vice chairman of the Silver Shark Chamber of Commerce in Fatham. The empire is prosperous. Marriage or other means are closely linked, so he has known and even met the representative of the emerging business power in southern Eruin-the beautiful lady-and is said to be the fiancee of the young lord.

Over the past year, the emerging forces that have risen in the southern part of Eruin have become famous in the eyes of businessmen within the empire or in the eyes of chambers of commerce. In fact, it is far greater than their reputation in the eyes of the traditional aristocracy of the empire. The revival and construction of Toniguer ’s collar brought a huge amount of trade to the empire. The empire ’s handmade products, weapons, and even labor and slaves passed through a steady stream of ships. The team was transported to the humble territory in the southernmost part of Eruin. In exchange for the precious minerals and raw materials transported from the Black Forest, and after passing through these imperial merchants, they can get an amazing profit, and facing the people who made it all, the owner of this territory and its future Who is not willing to be kind to them?

After all, for most people in this world, ideals and beliefs are too far away. Only interest is the most real and kind thing.

The dinner was hosted by the eldest son of the emperor. The banquet hosted many noble celebrities in the nearby area, but most of them were local families and businessmen who had inextricable links with military nobles. The intention is self-evident.

He stopped at hearing Roman's greetings. Asked politely, "What's wrong, can I help you, Miss Roman?"

"Nothing," Roman smiled hesitantly. "I just want to ask what's going on, why so many people, Mr. Alermov, where are you going?"

Is it because of this? Alermov froze slightly, and pointed to the spire of the temple towards the square of Fossa, and replied, "Have you heard the bell, Miss Roman, this is the bell for congregation. What should have happened to the temple, These people are nearby believers or priests, eager to go to the temple to see what happened. "

"Is it really the bell of the temple. Mr. Alermov, are you correct?" Roman's black eyes turned slightly, and the prime minister also had such a great influence on the temple, but Brando started from Didn't mention this, didn't it mean that the relationship between the temple and the prime minister was not good?

"Of course, this is not a joke with you. Miss Romain, this bell is not available to ordinary people at this time. It should be that the high-level temple of the flames has arrived. If anyone else uses this bell to convene believers, I'm afraid he can't afford this responsibility. "Speaking of here, Alermov himself frowned, Port Fattan had been closed for several days, how could a high-level temple arrive at this time?

Moreover, this port is now under the control of the eldest son of the emperor. What kind of meaning does the high-level temple arrived at this time, I am afraid it is thought-provoking.

"High in the temple?"

"The high-level here should only refer to people who are never sent by the Temple of Fire, Miss Roman." Alermov had some doubts in his mind, but still replied subconsciously.

"So it is, thank you for telling me this, Mr. Alermov," Roman answered with a smile.

Alermov nodded. He wasn't sure what the future Tonigel hostess asked himself for, or to satisfy curiosity. After all, there was no contradiction with the other party's performance at the dinner Everyone at the banquet seemed to this lady to be a lovely, curious, and extremely sensitive business scent.

Roman did not ask any more. After talking to the part-time priest briefly, he saw the other person hurriedly disappear into the crowd.

"Where is the high floor of the temple, Your Royal Highness?"

"Miss Roman?"

"Don't you think, Your Royal Highness? After all, such complicated things aren't my specialty." She asked back.

"There is something strange ... reasonably speaking, at this time, why would there be people from the top of the temple to the port of Fattan? I heard that the headquarters of the temple of the flames has been controlled by the silver queen. Although Haruze was a little timid, he wasn't stupid, and he connected them with a little thought.

"Meaning that you think it's weird too?"

"Wait, Miss Roman, what are you doing?"

"Strange, of course, to see what went wrong, Brando entrusted the rear to me to take care of it, but I had to do my utmost to do it." Roman answered honestly.

"Wait, but ..." Haruzer was dragged forward by Miss Merchant and ran forward panicking: "But don't you need to inform Master Yuta and Master Nimesis?"

"Do you think they need our notice?"

"This ... seems like it's true. But ..."

"No, but why are you a big man so shy, you should learn more from your teacher. Brando is nothing like you--"

"I, how can I compare with the teacher ..." Haruzer flushed anxiously.

...

Above the pale red to purple sky, the little silver ships are leaving the port of Fattan, heading towards the lofty inland sea, and one boat gradually disappears into the sea fog that pervades the harbor.

Standing on the horizontal bridge of the airport, Delphine's long purple hair danced wildly in the wind. If she looked at the figure in the back and the flowing long hair alone, she could be regarded as a peerless beauty. But under her hair, a horrible face was exposed, and the scars from the burn were crisscrossed across her face. One eyeball was sunken deep in the eye sockets, as if there was no slight luster, only the charm contained in the other eye faintly showed the moving style that this face once possessed.

She was still in a wheelchair, but Ms. Yinlong had disappeared. Marjorie was pushing the wheelchair at this moment, while Ouni stood farther away. The latter seemed to have no cold at all to the prime minister, even to the fact that she let Marjorie push the wheelchair.

But Delphin didn't care at all. She stared at the huge fleet in front of her, frowning. Before, Brando suddenly asked her to send an order to sail the fleet. The other party must have found an opportunity. This fleet Obviously headed for the White Army. The young Lord Lord from Eruin seemed ready to show his teeth to the Silver Queen.

"six o'clock."

"What?" Uni not far away was confused by her headless words: "What did you say?"

"The time is not right," Delphin replied, staring at the sky. "The last fleet left the port at seven in the morning, but it's obviously not like it's going to be eight o'clock."

"Isn't that the dawn ..."

"Dawn is in this direction. It's sunset." Delphine replied with certainty.

"It's impossible, it's just an hour before dawn!" The Duke was startled, but suddenly she thought of something and blurted out: "A solar eclipse again?"

Delphin didn't speak, and at this time the bells in the city finally came far away, and she raised her brow slightly. Looking back, he asked, "What is the bell?"

Unni didn't seem to pay too much attention to the bell, she was still staring in suspicion at the line of gold above the sea level. He replied casually: "It seems to be the bell of the temple ..."

"No," Delphin frowned and shook his head. "The bell is ... someone in the temple headquarters has arrived."

"Temple headquarters?" Oni stunned: "What do you mean, how could anyone come to the temple headquarters?"

Marjorie heard about Sidney, the sacred statue of the lion's palace from Shire. He just wanted to say something, but the prime minister interrupted him: "Marjorie, you need to inform Shire There is a problem. It is not Ms. Sidney that comes, let him be careful and prepare for battle. "

Marjorie froze, thinking how did you know that the person who came was not Ms. Sidney, but as a professional soldier, he chose to obey the order for the first time: "I understand, Miss Delphine!"

...

Uta woke up from the coma when she felt the vibration of the carriage. The surrounding light was a bit dim, like the scene at 6 or 7 o'clock in the evening. The narrow space looked like the carriage of a caravan. The sun is dim orange red, it is already dusk-or early morning.

She frowned, and the pain around her body came back from the limbs and bones, and she remembered the previous battle. She thought she was going to die, but Brando arrived as promised.

"Wake up, Big Sister's head?" Crewe's voice came from one side, and she turned her head to see the latter sitting side by side, with her legs crossed, and a thick magic book on her knee, not far from him. Near the entrance of the carriage, there was Mel and several other young people. She subconsciously counted and found that at least half was missing.

Hearing Crewe's voice, Mel turned around and found the situation here. When he saw Yuta's somber face, he understood what the latter was thinking: "It's good, but Lord Lord has arrived in time, otherwise he will lose. There are even more, even adults, I am afraid you will die there. "

Utta frowned, such a heavy loss reminded her of the battle at Fir collar.

"Sir, you don't have to blame yourself. What I learned at the Knights College at King's Cavaliers is that someone must bleed, whether it's us or the enemy," Mel seemed to see what the boss thought, and advised: "We can All we can do is let the enemy bleed more blood than we— "

"But you are so young ..."

"Sir, there are adventurers and mercenaries killed at all times in Eruin. Some of them are much younger than us. You have been the mercenary commander of yours, and you should already be familiar with them."

After hearing Mel ’s words, not only Yuta, but Crewe also became silent. Indeed, in the short period of time in the South, they have long been used to life and death. Whether in Eruin or Cruz, or even farther away in the ten cities, the survival status of adventurers and mercenaries is far worse than them. As a member of the White Lion Guard, they can at least have enough food, but in In the south of Eruin, many adventurers and mercenaries live the same lives as the desperate, struggling on the line of hunger and death.

At that time they didn't seem to care about it, and it was no different from life to death. Just like those companions who were hanged by Grudin in Firthenburg, they could only make them angry at best.

At some point, those of them who are living on the edge of the knife have become so sentimental.

"Mer, what made you pay for all this?" She asked in a low voice suddenly.

"Ambition," the young man replied faintly, "Master, you don't understand a **** like me, you are not qualified to inherit the title, and the best way out is to become a knight under the control of a certain big man. The pattern has not changed for many years. No matter who I follow, the final result can only be a small fiefdom after getting old or injured, marrying a wife and having a son. One of my sons and daughters may meet a certain one in the future. An opportunity, to stand out from the beginning, but this is not the life I want. Lord Lord is the only person who can overthrow the entire Eruin structure. Only by following him and participating in all of this can I make a great achievement. To change my destiny, I want to prove to everyone that I am the best-- "

Crewe smashed his mouth a bit in surprise, probably did not expect that his companion who is not so eye-catching would have such a long-term ideal, compared to his greatest ideal is to be a real wizard, or more exaggerated If he can reach the level of Shire's mentor, he will probably wake up with a smile.

... (to be continued)

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