Saint

Chapter 9: two years

What is the most important thing for a noble? It's not the invitation letter of luxurious costumes, high-class carriages, erudite housekeepers and private salons, but the heraldry of the family. The inheritance of blood and honor is all reflected in this little thing. From the above pattern, you can guess what the origin of his ancestors is. For example, the heraldry of a knight's family is usually represented by tough animals such as lions and boars, while the patterns of civil servants are mostly birds and flowers. If the bird on the coat of arms is a pelican or a swan, nine out of ten, there was a member of the family who served as a senior clergyman of the church. There are three yellow diagonal stripes on the bottom of the purple shield. In the middle of the whole pattern is a black crow, which is the family emblem of Lord Fleur. Fulan's grandfather is a secretary in charge of intelligence in the army. His careful calculation has earned him a pretty good reputation. The intelligence officers in the military often take crows as the most prominent place of the insignia, the watchman and the dead. Crows have such a meaning in the eyes of the world. Now there are some small scale like selvedges on Lord Fleur's family emblem, which is what senior prosecutors in the judicial field love to do. Well, in the eyes of others, Fulan is really an old hand in the judicial field. Although it was only two years since he became a formal prosecutor. He is not the kind of solemn and dignified prosecutor who can make suspects and lawyers feel uneasy just by his face without any anger. He always sits on the bench quietly, with a mild smile on his face, as if he was a recorder who just came out of the cottage and saw the big scene for the first time. But the words uttered from the recorder were extremely mean, aiming at the weakness of the opponent. No matter how stubborn the prisoner or how cunning the defense lawyer is, he could not walk for several rounds. Compared with the thunderbolt in the sky, the small flame burning silently beside the powder magazine is more terrifying. If a trial is like an opera, Fulan is undoubtedly the most dazzling performer. He dominates the emotions of all the people in the court, and his words seem to be stained with magic. Both the audience and the opponent are led to joy, anger, sorrow and joy with his pace. As long as he stands in front of the judgment platform of that Zhuang mu, he is an omnipotent prophet, and no matter how complicated the case is, he can't be defeated. Saint Fulan, this is a nickname given to him privately by the employees of the first court of nobility. Everyone guesses that in a few years, Mr. Fleur will become the youngest grand prosecutor in the history of Fedu. This view comes from Fulan's outstanding ability and more from Reinschmann's support for him. As we all know, Follain Friel is a part of the lush rhizome of Lancaster. Within two years, there were at least fifteen cases related to the interests of the Lancaster family. Fulan made judgments inclined to his own people, "the loyal dog of leienshman's family", which is what the malicious people call him. But anyway, people who like him and those who hate him all admit or have to agree that this twenty-five year old young man has more mature wisdom than his age. Just had a delicious meal in the dining room, the guests gathered in the big living room with satisfaction, 3,322 group talking, ten waiters shuttle back and forth among the crowd, the guests occasionally took a glass of stomach raising wine from the plate held by the waiter, and then put the spirit back to the topic under discussion. Almost all of them are parties attended by members of the judicial community, and the topic is naturally inseparable from the law. A group of judges and prosecutors are talking about a strange case that just happened recently. There is an area of about five square kilometers in the old district of Fedu, surrounded by mottled iron railings, belonging to the place where the dead died. Over the past century, the city's cemetery has buried at least tens of thousands of dead people. The new and old tombstones are so dense that they are like mushrooms emerging from the wetland after the rain. The place is not enough, so we have to bury them one by one. To exaggerate, dig down from a corner of the cemetery, dig to more than ten meters underground, and you can still see the skeleton. Although the church's cemetery is magnificent, it is only for the rich believers who can afford to spend money, and the ordinary fee citizens. What can be provided for the deceased family members is the thick coffin and the cemetery that is as close to the top as possible. Three weeks ago, the place that provided rest for the citizens was like a rash horse in the garden. It was disorderly and broken, and countless bones were dug out of the ground and covered every corner. No one knows whether it's a prank or a prelude to a disaster. Sad people can't identify which bones on the ground belong to their relatives, so they had to work together to dig a big hole and bury them all. It's not over. But two weeks ago, the riot began again. This time, it was the turn of the church's sacred cemetery. When several noble lords saw their father's skull hanging on the top of the railing, they were angry and rushed to the police team who didn't find any clues. It is said that inspector em, after staying up for several nights, stared at the bloodshot eyes and shouted at the big man who came to exert pressure, "either let me sleep or bury me alive in the cemetery." "It's terrible. I think there's a pervert in Fedu." "Oh, fortunately, our family cemetery was not harassed. After this incident, I immediately invited ten night watchmen." "After the police investigation, they put forward a unique theory: from the posture of the bones and the traces of the soil in the tomb, the bones seem to wake up from a dream and climb out of the ground several meters deep." "Ha, the inspector is addicted. Since the famous murder of midnight butcher a few years ago, he declared that it was the devil's work, and now it must have been the ghost. But it's a good saying to admit that it's all put to supernatural factors without any responsibility." "Then at the next court session, I will say to the suspect:" although there is a lack of evidence, the saint of the trial came to my dream the night before yesterday and told me your crimes personally, so we are ready to burn you. " The prosecutors laughed at it. Anyway, the work of capturing prisoners and obtaining evidence is done by the front patrol hall. They don't need to worry too much about it. In addition, prosecutors are also men, and the topic of men is also inseparable from women. And the first lady of the Lancaster family is often the focus of this topic. At the moment, the focus person is sitting next to Count Carmen, the president of the General Court of the noble court, seemingly talking closely. The girl's dress is very casual. The white lady's wool suit and trousers are not two different from those in the court. It's just that the ponytail is always tied behind the head. How do you see? Peggy Don Reinschmann is not a standard beauty. Although his facial features are exquisite, the lines of his face are too rigid. He often has a mean smile on his lips, and he is also reckless in his actions. His eyes are so fierce that people dare not look at him. But the combination of these shortcomings produces a wonderful aesthetic feeling, as if she was born for "free and easy", "handsome" and other words belonging to men. So in the circle, many people who thought they were the right ones had launched a warm pursuit of her, but it didn't work out. So far, it has not been found that Peggy has a close boyfriend, except for the two years of gossip about the hero: Fulan Fleur. When talking about Peggy, it's necessary to implicate Fulan and comment on her. "The guy who relies on sexual ability to climb." this is a vicious evaluation. "At least it's a smart person." that's a neutral assessment. "It's still handsome. It looks like a weak attack, but it seems to be a strong one." Er, this is the evaluation of some kind of biological love. Fulan was alone in the smoking room on the side of the banquet hall, stroking the delicate outer lines of the leather cigarette clip, trying to decide whether to have another one. Since his addiction to smoking has increased to two packs a day, Anmei has forced him to control. The method is the cigarette clip in Fulan's pocket. Only seven cigarettes are allowed to be put in a day. "Seven is a good number. It's said that the seal of light creates the number of days between heaven and earth." An Mei stressed that she had nothing to do with the matter. "I don't want you to become a mouth full of smoke and dirt. That way, kissing will become a kind of torture from pain to suffocation." Now there is only one cigarette left in the clip. Fulan can't make up his mind whether to enjoy it immediately or stay until he goes to bed. When you are addicted to smoking, you can't have a good night's sleep. It's like a bug that's ready to move in his heart, a restless feeling, and also a hard punishment. "You've been here for half an hour." I don't know when, Peggy found the smoking room and was protesting against the smoke filled small room with a disgusting expression. "I need to ask you if you have anything." "Please say?" Fran frowned. It's not an interesting job to deal with Peggy. With this young lady, it's usually the compromise of the law on power and interests. It's yourself who makes the compromise. All of these made Fulan feel helpless. Push open the window of the smoking room near the balcony, Peggy put her head out and took a few deep breaths to let the fresh air dilute the smoke in the room. She sat on the frame of the window, and said simply and clearly, "the chamber of Commerce presided over by Alexis Viscount is facing a dispute. He and the partner about the ownership of a sum of one hundred thousand gold Caesar. Viscount's hand is obviously farther away from that pile of gold Caesar." "This should be under the responsibility of the commercial court." "The first court was allowed to take over the lawsuit by his noble status, and Lancaster has always been grateful to Viscount for his kindness to the family and hopes to make a return for it." "So I have to make my reputation, which is no longer innocent, a little more dirty?" "Don't complain like a child, the monkeys are close to the dark reputation of the night sky." the eldest lady looked at Fulan disdainfully, "honor is life, and people who guard virtue only exist in the story. You won't be naive enough to believe that there are saints in the world." Fulan sighed a little, and finally made up his mind to light the last cigarette, "I'll do it." he squeezed out this sentence like a cavity that causes swelling and pain in his cheek. After getting a satisfied commitment, Peggy relaxed the atmosphere and changed the topic, "why didn't you bring your cute little mistress?" "She is not suitable for this kind of social intercourse. Besides, she is not my mistress." At the beginning, when she participated in the Party of the upper class, Anmei always insisted on coming to see it, but after several times, little wild cat regarded it as a horrible experience. "God, I really don't know how to communicate with those expensive husband people. What they said is that I can't stick in my mouth, and I can only stand on the side and giggle from the beginning to the end. I think in other people's eyes, I'm a silly girl just from the countryside." Anmei is crying, and she can't learn those trivial etiquette, the latest fashion and grade. Then she carefully came to Fulan and asked, "I won't lose face for you." "In fact, I can't adapt to the atmosphere, so every time, I hide in the smoking room to pass the time until the end." Fulan comforted her. Anmei nodded desperately with the same feeling, and then announced sympathetically, "you can take two more cigarettes to the party later." Peggy opened her eyes like a joke, looked up and down at Fulan carefully, "God, you don't really like that country girl, do you?" "Please pay attention to your tone." Fulan thought it was time to end the conversation. He stood up and put the cigarette end out in the glass tank, ready to leave the disgusting room. "The country girl in your mouth is about to become my wife. I hope you can come to my wedding with a friendly attitude." This girl always makes him feel that he and she are not the same. These big people always look at everything around them with condescending eyes, and are incredibly mean and proud, as if they are the master of the world. "The fiance of a prosecutor in the hall is actually a prostitute who worked in a pub. Please believe it, you will become the funniest joke." Peggy cried sarcastically, "especially when one of your colleagues found out that the bride in the wedding dress was actually a lowly warbler he bought for bed with a few copper coins years ago." Fulan's body seems to be rigid, gasping, as if to exhale the burning heat in his chest. He slowly turns around, deliberately suppressing his emotions to make his voice hoarse. "Please don't interfere with my life, lady, although you love this business. Let me say that in my eyes, you are not more noble than others." The guests in the big living room whispered, looked at the most promising prosecutor in the rumor with a green face, and left without a moment. Fulan is walking fast, almost like a trot. He suddenly feels very tired and just wants to go home. The home with a warm fireplace, warm atmosphere and warm people. The light is on on the third floor of No. thirty-seven, Rahm street. Just climbing up the stairs, before taking out the key, the other side of the door comes "whine" like a coquette and the sound of claws disturbing the wood on the door. The door opened, Anmei put her head out, and Black Jack, a little puppy just two months old, came out of the gap and wagged her tail and circled at Fulan's feet. "Today's party ended early." Anmei wrote a question mark in her charming green eyes, "I knew that if you put bread and soup on the stove in advance, you must not be full." "And grandma?" Fulan asked. "Sleep, the old man can't stay up at night." Anmei put her finger up to her lips and made a small gesture. Immediately, she understood why Fulan asked. On the sofa, there was a storm. The small living room was filled with thick spring color. In addition, it was a delicate chant from the throat. "Oh, you're crazy, don't wake grandma, let's go back to the room." it's not easy to get rid of Fulan's tongue, and Anmei gasps in protest, but it's obvious that the appeal was rejected, and it's another storm of kisses in response to her. Black Jack opens his round eyes, barks twice, and is frightened by the scolding eyes of the hostess. "Damned little thing, go back to your nest, or you'll be stewed tomorrow." An Mei stared at the baby dog, and she was helpless in the bottom of her heart. She was shaking, and her skin was full of flush, trying to resist the increasingly strong pleasure and not let herself make a voice. "You are the same damned big bastard." hold your lover tightly, and Anmei bite him hard, and then look forward to more violent storms. The elegant carriage of rein Shiman's family is slowly moving along the gravel road, and Peggy's angry expression has faded from her face. Peggy has always remembered what she regards as the truth. For those in charge, there are no more than two ways to control others: whip and candy. The whip lets them remember who is the master;The candy let them crawl at her feet willingly. But she has been unable to really control Fulan. "Too kind to him?" thought Peggy. The man insulted her with that contemptuous tone. Just a prosecutor, she has at least ten ways to make him fall into the bottom of the endless abyss. With regard to Fulan, Peggy has always been in a mood of ambiguity. She appreciates his wisdom, his chest in court and his performance of skillfully introducing the opponent into the trap step by step. It's a more interesting game to manipulate smart people and let them dance according to their wishes than to tease stupid monkeys. But no matter how funny a toy is, when it can't be obedient, it's no different from the garbage on the street. It's two kinds. When Peggy was a child, she had a dog. She was cute and sensible. She only listened to her words. She stuck with her all day long and never separated for a moment. And Peggy loves it so much that she even hired a famous chef to be responsible for the dog's meals. But when Peggy was sent to a boarding school for a year and went home again, the grown up dog didn't know her and shouted at her fiercely. On the second day, Peggy's lunch was a pot of baked dog meat. When the carriage stopped, Lancaster's first lady made a decision to give the toy another chance. If she could satisfy herself, she would generously give the dog's Kennel and chain made of gold, otherwise, it would destroy him. The eleventh chapter Through the narrow corridor and walking in the tombstone of miyiluo, it always makes people feel gloomy, as if the air is covered with invisible wings, which makes the warm sunshine a little cold. The common calamus in the cemetery, which always stubbornly occupies every inch of light white flowers in the corner of the sun, is hard to see. Obviously, it was dug up with weeds and buried in the rotten soil in the weird riots a few days ago. "Master, what do you find?" Inspector Lime, who accompanied master William, asked with a relaxed voice, so that no one else could notice his impatience. The butcher in the middle of the night two years ago, now the group corpse has played the border, there are always some mysterious cases, like a whip, he can't stop to breathe. Even for the most vicious criminals, inspector Laim is confident that he can use the sword in his hand to subdue, but this kind of unreasonable, invisible case, inspector really can't get the clue. "The magic peak is very calm, and there is no sign of using arcane skills." William replied, "maybe it would be more effective to find a master who specializes in prophecy. My specialty is enchantment and change, which is not suitable for large-scale search." "Look, could it be some evil people who have supernatural power? Such as necromancers?" the inspector speculated. William squinted and looked at the inspector for a long time, "please believe that if you are a person who has a little knowledge of arcane, I will punish you mercilessly, because this remark insults the dignity of the arcane operator. The necromancer is just a branch of various arcane schools, and it has no good or evil theory. Maybe I should explain it in more detail, so that you can no longer generate such ridiculous reasoning. A mage apprentice can operate at most two skeletons. If he is a master specializing in the necromancy, the limit is only twenty skeleton attendants, which can make the dead of the whole cemetery have a short life at the same time. Maybe only the legendary necromancer in the record can do it, but a legendary mage who is comparable to a demigod and can destroy a city in his mind will live in a shabby cemetery and waste precious media and magic power inexplicably, so that the dead people in the underground can climb out to see the moon? " "I'm sorry for what I just said." the inspector put his hand on his chest and apologized for a knighthood, "can you give me some more suggestions to point out the direction in the fog?" "The resurrection of the dead is not the patent of the Necromancers. In fact, the gurus in this field are the bishops who stay in the church and make a special model to pray. The magic has a unique advantage in the field of soul and treatment. However, as the legendary master only exists in the ancient records, the divine official who can master the great resurrection can also only appear in the legend. In this world, there should be no one who can perform resurrection, otherwise, he will be the object of worship by every monarch who loves life and wants to sit on the throne immortal." The master's words were not fully understood by inspector Laim, but he understood that the originator of this case was not what a small inspector in a city could fight against. If it was thirty years ago, he would probably swear to find out the truth for the honor of the knight, but the older he is, the more he refuses to be called by the master of the underworld, and he would not be a tragic hero who blocks the dragon with the appearance of ants. Thinking of this, the inspector sighed helplessly. Master William was very excited. For a mage who was addicted to the arcane experiment, this power that appeared and disappeared inexplicably was undoubtedly a wonderful research object. Maybe he could pull the Cape of the legendary magic from the ashes of history. At the same time, the innermost Chapel of Fedu cathedral. The golden and winding patterns along the white altar depict the majestic pattern. A large handful of rotten soil and several segments of bone from the sacred cemetery are stacked on the altar. Under the call of the Dharma array, the gray soil emerges a halo of stars containing the holy breath. The Archbishop of Roland chanted a few words in a low voice, and the magic incantation seemed to cause the same sound of the halo. In an instant, the whole altar was covered by a golden light column, and the golden particles of light diffracted in a small room. The Yellow bones on the altar became pink and crystal, and even the periosteum attached to it could be seen. It's hard to imagine that it was buried underground for decades. Even Ige, the bishop of Fedu, who is not proficient in divinity, can feel the mighty divine power hidden in the light column. The miracle lasted only a few seconds. After the scene in the chapel was restored to normal, bishop Ige drew the cross. He was trembling all over and murmured with that kind of almost empty voice, "let the dead come back to life. It's really the power of the eternal cabinet. Praise the seal of light, the supreme power and purpose of the earth." "It's not the time to praise." the cardinal gasped for a long time. He grabbed the bone, cut it off, and watched a few drops of white marrow trickle down. "Immediately report to the Vatican that I need the full assistance of the holy city. The rest of Leo Angertes actually grasped the method of using the artifact." After searching for two years in Fedu, he finally found the trace of the stolen artifact. Roland vowed that he would never let it slip away again. In the third week after the beginning of the summer, Fulan received a large box of herbs ordered in the golden goose pub. The box was divided into twelve small squares by a thin wooden board, and each material was packed safely. The easily broken oyster bone was also carefully wrapped with a parchment pad. Arif, a big businessman on the road of spices, is really outstanding. It can be seen from the attitude and quality of service. It's no wonder that Fedu's bankers claim that just by virtue of Arif's name, they can borrow one hundred thousand gold Caesar from them without any guarantee. The only disadvantage is that the fees are too expensive. Even with the prosecutor's salary, which is not low, he was entrusted to bring back a batch of herbal materials from the East. Learning is really a luxury for the rich. Fulan couldn't help thinking of Mr. William, the first honorary master who tried to create a new transfiguration. He speculated that the cost of every magic experiment might be a huge sum of money that shocked ordinary people and cursed the injustice of the world. Since two years ago, I got to know Mr. William in the mage tower, every weekend, under the mage's Xu Yun, Fulan always took time to help the mage complete the experiment, and the reward is in the field of herbal medicine, to get guidance. Thanks to William's guidance, for the change master who is proficient in alchemy, herbal medicine is just a basic knowledge for enlightenment. Occasionally, a few proper comments can benefit Fulan. "Herbs, minerals, alien biological anatomy, theory of everything, and astrology, all of which constitute the cornerstone of alchemy research. Just focusing on herbs can't win great discoveries." the master always said. "Sir, it's just a hobby that I don't squander in my spare time, and a shelter that makes one of my elders escape from suffering. Human energy is limited, that is, to defeat the despicable criminals in the court and to try to understand the profound alchemy, which will only make two aspects become mere skins." "It's a pity that, although you are an arcane idiot, you have a good head and quick thinking. If you can get rid of mundane things, you will become a full-time experimental assistant that every mage dreams of in no more than ten years." William is very sorry, "an assistant with tacit cooperation can be worth several bags of precious magic materials." "According to the Oriental theory, there should be a pathogen called rheumatism in my elder's joints. Only by virtue of the efficacy of the wind eggplant, it can only relieve pain. It is said that there are also plants such as angelica, Caulis Spatholobus, and Clematis that can effectively eradicate rheumatism, but these plants have never been seen before and do not know the specific formula." Fulan asked. William shook his head, "my knowledge in herbal medicine is limited to the combination of plant media and magic, and I can't do anything in the field of medical care." the mage thought carefully, and then said, "according to the records, there was a kind of witch doctor called Sa Man in the Kingdom of orcs in the black continent. Their understanding and application of plants are better than Dru, and the magic medicine is the masterpiece of Sa Man people. But the battle one hundred years ago, the civilization and mystery of the kingdom of orcs have become the broken sand and mud of that continent." "Magic medicine? I really hope to see it." Fulan sighed. The investment of a lot of money, the wisdom of the tutor and the collection that every mage will never lack, let Fulan have a rapid improvement in his experience. He can tell the characteristics and valuable ingredients of hundreds of plants, and he has also mastered several small recipes that match plants to produce wonderful effects. In summer, the mosquito repellent water, which can inhibit the toxicity of several poisonous snakes, is not a great invention, but Fulan thinks it is very practical. He once said, "I always think that the value of real gadgets is no less than that of big discoveries. At least in the eyes of a person bitten by a poisonous snake, the anti-virus medicine is greater than the planetarium that systematically clarifies the mystery of stars." Fulan also plans to sell the formula, change some money to make up for the household deficit brought by the research, and the insect repellent water is ignored, because there is a weak but not pleasant smell. The cost of pure Oriental herbal medicine quality insect repellent water is expensive, and those who can afford it would rather be bitten by a little bug than become a joke in the upper circle because of the strange smell. The only one who loves is William. He doesn't care about the strange smell. In fact, when the mage put his heart into the experiment, the dirty smell on his body is not only weak, "Oh, there is nothing more uncomfortable than when he was in meditation, when he was suddenly bitten by a mosquito on his nose." William took the bottle full of medicine and said with love. The antidote was sought after, and the last mamolk merchant bought the formula with five hundred gold Caesar. "In the desert of mamoek, there are many golden snakes as the sand. These poisonous gods of death will not be merciful to those who accidentally step on it. I hope it can be used." the businessman was in a good mood. Fulan felt quite a sense of achievement. He was looking forward to calculating, "maybe decades later, when I retired, I could go to a university to be an honorary professor, not a law department but a pharmaceutical department." The pursuit of knowledge is expensive, but it is always satisfying and fulfilling. It seems that not long ago, the words in the smoking room humiliated the eldest miss of the Reinsman family. Fulan has not talked to her for two weeks. Occasionally I met in the corridor of the first court, and I only got cold sight. No longer bothered him, no longer used the forces behind him to force him to do things he didn't want to do, and could use the code regulations to try criminals without favoritism, which made prosecutors feel very happy. But Fulan was still aware of a hint of uneasiness. The young prosecutor really didn't want to bow his head and apologize and submit to a man who insulted his wife and trampled on his morality and integrity. "Can we use the law, which should be dignified and just, as a tool for future?" Fulan thought. Social experience also tells him that if he offends a high-ranking person, there is usually no good end. "He was expelled from the judicial circle, returned to the broken houses in the old district and lived a poor life, away from his dreams? Only a fool would be a saint." the realistic reason advised Fulan not to let him become nothing for the sake of his ethereal integrity and cheap reserve. In the eyes of his colleagues, Fulan has always been smart and strong, but in private, his sense and sensibility are entangled in his mind, as if in a dark and chaotic fog, so that he is confused that he can't recognize the direction ahead. Fulan is a smart person who can estimate the future of each choice. But smart people often stand in front of the intersection guided by wisdom and feel contradictory and confused. The prosecutor, who used to control his addiction, began to secretly buy cigarettes in the tobacco shop without Anmei's knowledge. At dawn, the dim dawn let the gate guard just after the shift see that there was a slowly moving shadow on the horizon. With the rising of the sun, the black and blue sky is occupied by the magnificent golden halo, the black is engulfed and blended, and the stars are still looming. Under the command of the irresistible majesty of existence, they quietly retreat to the background. The more bright light made the outline of the shadow clear. The scouts and cavalry who went to visit found surprisingly that it was a team of nearly 1,000 people. The spear about four meters high rises, and the white background flag tied to the top of each spear is floating in the wind. The flag is covered with Red Cross stripes, and above that, a V shaped pattern composed of crossed swords and hammers is depicted. Every knight with a sword wrapped his body in a silver plate armor. From the thin iron ring exposed from his joints, it can be seen that he was wearing at least a layer of locking armor. The style is the same as the spear flag. The Red Cross's robe with white background covers the back and the whole left half of the body, which not only makes the Knights more solemn, but also the leather lining of the robe is the first protection of defense. At the gap between the Cape and the waist, there is a brown hook shaped gun handle engraved with fine lines. If it is pulled out, more mysterious lines can be seen on the barrel. These figures with magical power can make the chamber of the firearm remain cold after the most intense shooting. The long and thick barrel of the fire gun, which is inclined to be hung at the waist, is pushed out of the Cape from behind, and with the ups and downs, it gently collides with the thin iron Ma Kai covered by layers on the horse's back, giving out a dull metal impact sound. Three carriages led by four horses move forward in the middle of the Knights square. The black cross on the carriage shows the identity of the team. The unexpected guest comes from the throne of the seal of light: holy city Anno. "No, you need to inform the old man as soon as possible." thought the Scout. The long line continued to move forward for a while. A knight broke away from the formation and galloped in front of the gate. She stopped, took off her helmet, and made a brilliant white gold hair. A beautiful young face immediately appeared in front of people. She was only about fourteen or five years old, but the rigid eyes and the expression full of purity and fetish let the childishness away. She pulled out a ritual sword decorated with gems and gold wires and knocked it on the shoulder of the nearest guard soldier. "Lead the way, I'm going to the Council," she said. In front of the Municipal Council Building of Fedu New District, people were packed, and the officials who received the report of the scouts early talked about it. The mayor who just received the notice came half a step slower, rubbed his sweat and asked for the latest information. "The most sacred, supreme and immortal, the authority of the whole nation, the shepherd, the Pope ordered to." the female Knight stopped the horse and shouted loudly. "Dear Paladin, please announce," the mayor replied. The female knight took out the parchment roll sealed with gold foil from her bosom, unfolded it, and read it in that cold but dignified voice. "In this ground, blasphemous heresy lurks, and the city is temporarily entrusted to the holy knight of the Pope's hall, and the city gate is immediately closed. The officials at all levels are under the leadership of the seal of light on behalf of his highness, Emperor Byron. They are loyal and cannot violate." At the end of the royal order, it was sealed with the royal seal of the Pope and Emperor Byron, and the signature of the imperial Presbyterian. The mayor sweat more. Everyone knows that for a free trade commercial city, the city closure order represents the depression and chaos of the economy. The house building, which was previously noisy, fell into a terrible silence. What kind of commitment did the emperor's highness and the elders of the capital get to agree with such a ridiculous decision of the Holy See. "I'll comply with the order." the mayor said dryly that he could not care about any heresy, but just hope that this damned royal order would arrive as soon as possible.