Chapter 168: Bailu City (Part 1)

Bailubao is located in the city of Bailu.

This may seem like nonsense, but there is actually a **** history hidden behind it.

The capital city in the east was Ningxiang City, famous for producing various precious spices.

Over time, even the entire city was scented with fragrance. It was not just the taste of spices, but the long-lasting fragrance that had been deposited over hundreds of years of history.

The bards once described it like this--

Even if Ningxiang City disappears from the world, you can still smell its fragrance from the map.

However, no one thought that this beautiful phrase would come true.

Ningxiang City, the city of spices, was finally wiped out of the world in the forbidden curse jointly launched by ten sixth-order mages-[Fall of the Stars].

Only a huge pit that has now become a lake is left, and the faint fragrance that can be heard on the map.

Fortunately, the castle of the Saint-Pros family, the lord of the east, Bailubao was built outside the city of Ningxiang, which was able to escape the catastrophe.

However, some people believe that the reason why the mages used Ningxiang City as the target of destruction was because Bailu Castle was not in the city.

The mages hope to show their strength to the imperial nobles through this move, so that they will be jealous, instead of destroying a paladin family, completely intensifying the contradiction, and making both sides immortal.

In short, since then, the Saint-Pros family and the Mages Council finally reached a non-interference and non-aggression agreement.

Ningxiang City was destroyed, but life will continue.

Through this incident, the people of the Eastern Territory finally realized one thing-still follow the noble master to be safe!

Therefore, when the capital was rebuilt in the east, this new city decisively surrounded Bailubao, and even the name was changed to Bailu City.

In fact, the people in the East really didn't make much military achievements, and a city of wizards made them helpless. If it weren’t for the elves who also hated war on the border with the East, I’m afraid this area would not necessarily belong to the Glory Empire.

Although they were defeated in military terms, the people of the East were quite high in artistic attainments. Even the elves who had not completely retreated into the depths of the Huiyue Forest believed that the people of the East were the "most noble and elegant" among human beings. One pulse".

Located in the center of Bailu City, Bailu Fort is also the most proud architectural masterpiece of the East.

The dome inlaid with a whole piece of white marble is white and flawless, and even at night without moonlight, it will emit a cold and gloomy light, as if the palace of a **** descended on the world.

In the center of the square in front of the castle, a huge white horse sculpture is spreading its wings, as if it is about to rise into the sky in the next second.

This is the emblem of the Saint-Pros family-the pure day horse.

As night fell, a bonfire was lit in the square. Hundreds of Eastern Knights wore pure white armor and surrounded the sculpture. They all looked solemn, holding swords in their hands, and bowed their heads in prayer.

Below the sculpture, a woman in a white priest's robe is leading the prayers of the knights.

Her voice was dreamlike, but it looked solemn.

"...The glory of the Lord is everywhere, and it will lead the heroic spirits of the deceased to return to his temple..."

"...Rest in peace, fearless warriors!"

This female pastor looks more than 40 years old, but she still has her charm, and the holiness shrouded all over her body adds a peculiar charm to her.

As her prayers ended, a middle-aged man in a duke's dress strode into the square.

He is the master of the East-the Duke of St. Pros.

I saw the Eastern Duke approaching the female priest, clasping his chest with his left hand, bowing and saluting, and said:

"May the grace of the Lord of Radiance last forever, and may the souls of the dead warriors rest in peace!"

His voice is soft, with a hint of hoarseness, very contagious.

After the Duke of the East was finished speaking, he raised his head, his complexion instantly hardened.

I saw that he choked and pulled out the saber around his waist, held it high above his head, pointed at the sky obliquely, and said loudly:

"But their will will be inherited, and their hatred will be remembered by us!"

choke--

In a series of drew swords, the knights gathered on the square raised their swords to the sky in the same way as the Duke of St. Pros, shouting in unison:

"Inherit the will and remember the hatred!"

...

After the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heroic spirits, the knights dispersed.

Count Evan walked over slowly, and saluted the two remaining Duke of Saint-Pros and the priestess in the square, and greeted: "Father, mother."

It turned out that the female priest turned out to be the duchess.

The Duke of Saint-Pros looked at his second son, and said coldly: "What? You also came to help that Viscount Alston intercede?"

Count Evan rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm actually here to help my brother intercede."

"What do you mean? Your brother is still a prisoner of the Anglia family. What use is it for you to intercede with me?"

Count Evan did not answer this question directly, but instead said:

"Father, Viscount Alston has been kneeling in Bailu Castle for three days and three nights, and no water has entered. If this continues, even with his Tier 4 knight's body, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold it."

"Huh! You sympathize with him? Then who will sympathize with the 200,000 soldiers of the Pegasus Army?"

"No, father, I have no sympathy for Viscount Alston. It's just that if Viscount Alston, as his deputy, knelt and died in the White Dew Castle, what punishment should the Marquis of Vincent, as the coach, be punished?"

The Duke of Saint-Pros raised his brows and hummed: "You really came to beg your brother."

Count Evan smiled and persuaded: "Yes, father. If you don't want to forgive Viscount Alston now, how can you have any reason to forgive him after you redeem your brother in the future?"

The Duke of Saint-Pross said in an unpleasant manner: "Why do you think I will forgive Vincent that waste?"

"Oh? Don't you plan to forgive your brother? That's great!" Evan clapped his hands, but exclaimed more excitedly, "Then when can I inherit my brother's rank of Marquis?"

"You want to be beautiful!" The Duke of Saint-Pros glared and said angrily.

But Count Evan was not scared at all. Instead, he asked in shock:

"No, father, if this marquis position is not passed on to me, who are you going to pass on? It’s not Anna? Just her stupid look You are really ready to pass on The East is handed over to her?"

The Duke of St. Pros was panting with anger, and he held the hilt tightly with his right hand, as if he was about to swing his sword at this unconscious son in the next second.

"Okay, don't quarrel." The Duchess stood up at the right time, "Evan, you are not allowed to talk to your father in this tone in the future, and you are not allowed to slander your brother and your sister at will."

"Yes, mother." Count Evan shrank his head, as if the mother who was kind and didn't speak rashly made him even more in awe.

After that, the duchess turned her head to look at her husband again: "You too, are you ready to draw your sword to your own children? And that Viscount Alston, don't really let him die in Bairro Castle, that will damage your reputation. ."

"I know." The Duke of Saint-Pros sighed and strode into the castle.

But after walking a few steps, seeing that Earl Evan did not follow up, he turned around and ordered:

"Come here soon, I have something to ask you."

"Yes, father!"