Abetus, noon.

It was originally the brightest time of the day, but at this time Abetus was in a haze, and the streets and alleys of the city were shrouded in an uneasy atmosphere. The clouds were extremely low in the sky. The snow had stopped after falling all night. The thick snow covered the city and also pressed on everyone's heart.

At the end of October 1777, winter in Abetus came earlier than every year.

The city is in chaos, the bustling commercial streets are rarely visited, and there are bustling financial ports and banks in Yemen. Men wear coats, hats, women wrap scarves, and children. People gather in cafes and bars, etc. in all public places.

They discussed everything that happened last night to the day, and to the end, all the discussion fell on one person.

Duke of Dresel.

"Don't worry, no matter what kind of enemy it is, the Duke can help us solve it." Someone said optimistically, and his words attracted the recognition of most people. Some older people took the opportunity to talk about everything related to Dresel.

From his birth and growth, he continued to know his acquaintance with Prince Louis, when he became famous at a young age, until he became the duke of the kingdom, and then silently guarded the city and the country.

20 years.

For many people in Abetus who live, 20 years has been too long, so long that people have become accustomed to Dresel's existence. They even subconsciously believe that this person will not be wrong or defeated...

Not even dead.

No one has ever considered Dresel's departure, and no one knows what their lives would be like if they lose this pillar of the kingdom.

Slowly, the nervous and anxious emotions of the people gradually became calm. They even subconsciously ignored the sadness that emerged in their hearts not long ago. They turned to discuss the earthquake a few blocks away.

Let’s talk about the poor people who were affected, and some citizens who were related to the people there showed sympathy and sadness. At this time, speculative businessmen would also secretly discuss Abetus’ material reserves for the next period of time.

They are ready to pay a disaster money.

There are kind sympathizers, cold out-of-fact people, and despicable speculators, all kinds of things, all in one go.

But just as most people prepare lunch, in every corner of Abetus, light curtains lit up, and Charlotte's pale and sad face appeared before everyone.

"It's Princess Charlotte!" everyone was talking, "I must be planning to announce what happened last night."

"What princess, that's our queen!" someone corrected it.

Since Charlotte announced that he inherited the throne and took over the ruling power, Charlotte has shown the qualities of an excellent heir. Even if the time is still short and even if a blood-thirsty attack occurred during this period, people still love and support this future new queen.

"Citizens of Abetus, the people of Elland, here I want to tell you a sad news..." His eyes were slightly red, and Charlotte took a deep breath.

"My teacher, Duke Dressel, one of the kingdom's double pillars...he left us forever."

"Leave us? Where is he going? It's cold. Are you going to vacation in the south?" Some people who were aware of it said with confusion, but at this time, someone had already heard the truth from Charlotte's words and expressions on his face.

But at the moment when I received the news, most people had no expression on their faces. The first thing that emerged in their hearts was confusion and disbelief.

"This is how things happened..." Charlotte held back the tears in her eyes and faced the masses, she was not Dresel's student, but the future queen of this country.

In Charlotte's narrative, most of the things are restored one by one. She talks about the conspiracy of the celebration day, the combat attacks that night, and also mentions the recent incident of the bloodthirsty person.

In the end, all the clues gathered, the disaster came, and Duke Dressel turned the tide. It was not until this moment that people understood the truth of the matter and understood the church's conspiracy.

"This is impossible!" A middle-aged man wearing a long tweed windbreaker, a top hat and a delicate beard whisker loudly retorted.

"The Duke will not die, how could he leave?"

"This is a lie, this must be a lie!"

Similar scenes are staged in every corner of the city, with some questioning and some verbs, but when everything is calmed down, all people are left with sadness from the bottom of their hearts.

On this afternoon when the snow fell, the whole of Abetus was silent.

At this moment, somewhere away from Abetus, Ferdinand and Ugo were watching everything that was happening in the city through an extraordinary prop.

"Dressel is dead?" Ugo looked surprised. He glanced at Ferdinand, "Do you believe it?"

"I...not sure, this is likely to be a lie." Ferdinand thought for a while and replied.

The two of them looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes. They still remembered the tragic situation that happened to Eltan when they left not long ago. The terrifying and powerful ancient god was defeated under the attack of Dresel, leaving only a lonely head.

If they hadn't prepared in advance and immediately stayed away from Abetus, they might have died there like Eltan.

"This must be fake news, Dresel's conspiracy!" Ferdinand said in a deep voice, "If he is really dead, there is no need to announce the news to the public. They do this now, as if they are directly notifying us."

"But if he wasn't dead, why didn't he chase him out and look for our traces?" Ugo raised his thoughts.

"He was injured, very seriously injured. Eltan is a real ancient god. Even among the divine powers, he can rank at the forefront. It is definitely not comparable to those things in the back-end world. Dresel is only at the seventh level after all, and killing an ancient god like this must have to pay a heavy price."

"Do you still remember that when Dresel attacked, there were rows of figures behind him, and the sadness that filled the entire city at that time. I suspect that he could only burst out such power in Abetus, otherwise he would not be able to explain his strength." Ferdinand continued.

"So the real reason is that Dresel was seriously injured and cannot leave now."

"What you said makes sense." Wugo nodded, "What should we do now? Just go back like this, or send someone to the city to test it?"

"It's definitely not possible to go back directly." Ferdinand hesitated, "I'll find a way to check it out. If Dresel is seriously injured, we need to know how serious he is. This may become an opportunity for us!"

While the two were discussing, Sigmun, who was in a state of fainting, found himself in a strange place.
Chapter completed!