A luxurious carriage drove into the Medin City Church.
The escorting Holy See knights and black-clad priests reined in their horses and spread out, guarding every corner around the door, corridors and courtyards.
The door opened, and Wallace stretched out his hand. With the support of Joseph who greeted him, he stepped out of the carriage, looked around and said, "I haven't been to Meding City for many years. This place is still the same as it used to be."
"Your Excellency, Archbishop," Joseph saluted respectfully and said, "your presence will make the entire city of Medin bathed in the glory of the Holy Emperor."
"Joseph, you are not as dull as others say," Wallace laughed and pointed at Joseph, "Don't you say this kind of compliment very smoothly?"
"Joseph is sincere." Joseph's expression became more and more respectful.
"Let's go," Wallace said with a smile, "go to the chapel."
Wallace was obviously very familiar with Medin City Church, and he did not need Joseph or other priests to lead the way, so he just walked first. The group passed through the corridors with exquisite murals depicting the deeds of the Holy Emperor and various legends, and walked along the rows of corridors.
The sunlight cast by the slender windows entered the spacious and silent chapel.
On the altar, the sculpture of the Holy Emperor is tall and solemn. Behind it is a huge white cross.
On the podium in the center of the choir, there is a thick book of "Covenant". The cover is made of magic sheepskin with gold edges, and is beautifully made. Any clergy would dream of getting such a book of covenant. Just touch the book.
The hard and warm cover is enough to produce a huge sense of satisfaction.
Wallace walked through the rows of black wooden benches, walked to the podium, stroked the "Covenant" on the stage, walked around the altar again, and then stopped next to Joseph and waved.
.signaled for everyone else to leave.
The priests exited the church in an orderly manner. Brooke, the most trusted literary monk beside Wallace, walked last and closed the door for Wallace and Joseph.
The heavy chapel door closed, and in the empty room, a sound of recollection was heard.
Wallace turned to look at Joseph, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared: "You should know the purpose of my visit, right?"
Joseph leaned over and said nothing.
Wallace clasped his hands behind his back and took two steps. His brows were furrowed. After a long time, he sighed and said: "In recent times, I have been paying attention to the situation on the front line. To be honest, judging from the current situation, Archduke Adolf
The chances of surviving are extremely slim."
Joseph listened respectfully, without any fluctuation on his face.
"You know how embarrassing the situation of the Solan Holy See is now," Wallace said, "and among the archbishops of so many provinces in the empire, my situation is the most embarrassing. Once Lulian falls, I, the archbishop of the province, will
, it became a decoration.”
"Your Excellency, you are too worried." Joseph said.
"I have to think about it." Wallace stopped and looked up at the leaves outside the window. He said slowly, "My current situation is also the future situation of the Pope. The popes of the three empires, I am the only one."
No one in the Saint Solan Empire has ever been able to sit on the papal throne. Why?"
Without waiting for Joseph to answer, he said to himself. "This is certainly due to the relationship between the imperial family and Vatican. It is also due to the fact that over the past hundred years, I, the Holy See of Solan, have been gradually following Vatican in all aspects.
It’s a matter of growing apart and becoming incompatible. After all, I, the Holy See of Solan, are no longer on the same side as Vatican.”
"That's what my lord said." Joseph said.
"Therefore, when this war broke out, I didn't want to have anything to do with the Langrith family," Wallace said. "Although this family has been deeply favored by the Holy See Hill for more than two hundred years, in my opinion
Come on, before they actually take possession of Saint-Soulan, they are them and we are us.
We also need to maintain a stable relationship with the Solan royal family and noble lords, and there is no need to be so eager to express our attitude and get into this political struggle."
Wallace stopped, turned to look at Joseph and said: "This is why I strictly prohibit the people below from having private contact with the Langris family. Unfortunately, the only ones who can truly understand this are you and the people around me.
A few people, people like Saki, turned a deaf ear to what I said."
When Saki was mentioned, Wallace's face became extremely cold.
As the provincial archbishop, the bishops of the four major districts should have been his confidants. But the most naked betrayal that Wallace encountered over the years was none other than Saki.
In order to kidnap Wenger, this guy even went against his will and even pretended to be a bandit! If the real bandits hadn't suddenly appeared, even Joseph would have been killed by the sword long ago.
Wallace hated Saki deeply. If this man had not died in the hands of the bandits, he would have wanted to cut him into pieces!
"My lord, please calm down," Joseph comforted him. "It is not a pity to die for a person like Saki. If not for your lord's favor, how could he sit on the throne of the Bishop of the West District? It's a shame that he still cheats on you and wants to harm you. This kind of thing
Death at the hands of bandits is considered retribution."
"Let's not talk about him anymore," Wallace waved his hand and said to Joseph, "You did a very good job on Wenger. If it weren't for you, I would have been very passive this time."
"Your Excellency, you are very grateful," Joseph said excitedly, "It is my honor to be able to do my best for you, Your Excellency."
Wallace looked at Joseph with approval. He became more and more fond of this former young bishop of Medin City Church. Not only was he knowledgeable and interesting, he was also one of his blessed generals.
When Wenger committed the crime, it was this fat guy who had just been promoted to county bishop by himself. He took Wenger away from the Red Leaf Knights. Not only did he make a fortune, but he also gained control over Wenger.
The power of trial can be divided between the Lurian nobles, the imperial royal family, the Solan Holy See and the Lanlith family.
But last time, if he hadn't been lucky, Wenger might have fallen into the hands of the Lanlith people. The situation at that time was not as bad as it is now, and the nobles of Lulian did not take refuge in the Lanlith family like they do now.
.If Sacchi were to take Wenger away, not only would he not get any benefits from the Lanlith family, but he would be forced to be tied on board the ship, and would stand on the opposite side of the secular nobles.
Wallace's thoughts changed and he frowned slightly.
Just before he left for Meiding City, Xilin, the second-level butler of the Lanlith family, came to visit him again.
The same thing is about Wenger. But this time, Schilling hopes that Wallace can bring Wenger to Munich tomorrow and hand it over to the Langleys family.
I have to say that Xilin is very arrogant now.
Perhaps, after Mrs. Joyce and other Lulian nobles took refuge there, he had enough arrogant capital; or perhaps, for the Langlys family, who was deeply favored by Nicholas II, the entire continent's Holy See was just their servant.
, there is no need to be too polite when speaking...
In short, Wallace used a lot of effort to suppress his anger.
Wallace understands better than anyone else that tomorrow is the day when Fano’s rear army will set off. He understands even more clearly how many observers from Solan’s top families have gathered in Munich. Under such circumstances, Schilling’s
The request, almost nakedly, made him, Wallace, swear allegiance to the Langleys family.
Wallace was not a fool who did not know whether to live or die. But the dignified provincial archbishop would never bow his head openly in such a way.
Who is this Xilin?!
Therefore, Wallace flatly rejected Schilling's request. He only agreed to cooperate with them in some way.
And this method is naturally the plan proposed by Joseph before to create opportunities for Wenger to escape from his own side and join the Eastern Expedition Army.
I came to Meding City today precisely because of this matter.
"How is Wenger now?" Wallace asked after being silent for a while.
"Same as before." Joseph said, "Do you want to see him, sir?"
Wallace shook his head, "If this kind of guy hadn't taken refuge with the Langrith family, he would have been hanged on the gallows long ago. It's nothing to see. It's a pity. After all, the Langrith family is the most powerful. The situation has developed to this point, and we can't
Wenger has to be handed over."
"When?" Joseph asked.
"Tomorrow," Wallace patted Joseph on the shoulder, "bring him to Munich and follow your plan. After this is done, prepare to take over the position of bishop of the Western District. A big
It’s not okay for the position of district bishop to remain vacant forever.”
"As you command, my lord." Joseph excitedly and gratefully held Wallace's hand and kissed the back of it.
But no one saw it. The moment he leaned down, a strange light flashed in Joseph's eyes.
Half a prayer time later, when Wallace's motorcade drove out of the church gate of Medin City, a clerk in a shop opposite also received a note.
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As the day went by, under the attention of military cadets and soldiers, the conflict between the Wuhe Army and the Logistics Guard did not subside as time went by. Although many people on both sides have been detained by the Military Justice Department
, However, conflicts between soldiers from both sides still occur every moment, and even tend to spread.
As long as soldiers wearing the uniforms of the riot army and the uniforms of the logistics escort team meet, it will definitely be a melee with fists and kicks. Because both sides also have their own friends in other battalions in the army. Sometimes when conflicts break out,
These people happened to be meeting and participated.
The law enforcement officers of the Military Justice Department are all busy. For this kind of matter, they should have directly sent out the guards to seal the camp and arrest people. At least they should have asked the leaders of both parties to question them and find the source of the conflict.
.But after asking for instructions several times, the answer I got was that I was not allowed to act rashly.
Neither the generals nor the officers of the Eugene family or the aristocratic private army seemed to want to take any responsibility for this. As long as the conflict was controlled within a safe range, they turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.
By the afternoon of the next day, the exhausted military law department was already a little tired. The room where the fighting soldiers were held was already overcrowded. Even other battalions in the army were not interested in the fight between the riot army and the logistics escort.
, and it’s no surprise.
Anyway, whenever two parties meet in the crowd, a conflict will always break out. Then they will be taken away by the law enforcement officers. Everything will return to calm.
On the other hand, the matter of Fano's rear army setting off tomorrow has begun to appear more and more in people's discussions.
This unit is stationed outside the city. Logically speaking, it will set off tomorrow. Logistics supplies and various preparations should have been completed long ago. But judging from the news from the sergeants in the camp, these tasks have not yet been completed.
Completed. Especially in terms of logistics and supply, it was particularly procrastinating.
This can't help but remind people of the differences between the nobles and General Eugene. It is further worried that the conflict between the two parties will become more acute and eventually irreconcilable.
By six o'clock in the afternoon that day, the atmosphere became a little weird.
The lurking undercurrent, as well as the increasing number of fights involving the ragtag army and the logistics escort team, made the officers of each battalion begin to restrain their own soldiers and strictly prohibited them from stepping out of the camp gate. The gates of each battalion were closed tightly.
The troops on the noble side and the troops on Eugene's side were secretly on guard under the instructions of their respective senior officials.
"Sir, everything is ready."
Behind him, the guard's voice came. Eugene waved his hand gently to indicate that he understood.
Standing on the south wall of Munich, you can look around. You can have a panoramic view of the continuous military camps, farmland, pastures and rows of houses inside and outside the city.
The red sun on the horizon has gradually set into the thin clouds in the Western Mountains. The heat of the day has gradually subsided, and the breeze blows, blowing the majestic fire bee flag symbolizing the Lulian family on the city wall, rising and falling. The streets in the city are still busy and lively.
And the hustle and bustle, the people coming and going, are busy with their own lives.
The vendors were hawking, the coachmen were shouting at the horses, the well-dressed gentlemen nodded to each other, and the mercenaries were walking around, looking impatient on everyone's face. The merchants were holding the pack horses loaded with goods, or driving the carts in and out.
In the market, Gysai performers perform tricks such as throwing balls or throwing knives to attract customers. Some prostitutes also pose in the alleys, lifting their skirts and exposing their white thighs to seduce passers-by.
Although the situation is difficult, life must go on.
The ability to withstand disasters is the greatest asset that allows humans to cross the Broken Sky Mountains and come to this barren and cold continent full of magical beasts to thrive. The current Feili people are still thirty kilometers south of Meiding City.
There are still hundreds of kilometers to Nicheng. As long as they don't attack the city for a day, everyone will just spend the day like this.
In stark contrast to the noisy and bustling streets, is the military camp at this moment.
Standing on the city wall and looking down, the military camps were completely silent. There was no usual bustle. The soldiers were ordered to stay in their barracks, and there were only a small number of patrols walking in the empty training grounds and passages of the camp rooms.
Occasionally, one or two knight officers passed by, also in a hurry.
Eugene's heart felt heavy.
Although they are in the same military camp, the aristocratic private army and the Munich City Guards are inseparable from each other. This kind of difference comes from the selfish desires of the noble lords and from the darkest side of the human heart. But often such things are found in
In the face of an approaching disaster, it will appear.
In the face of interests, loyalty and trust are too luxurious.
If Archduke Adolf was here, Lulien might still be able to hold on. The people of Lanlith wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble. But now...
Tonight's meeting with Mrs. Joyce may be his last chance!
"Sir," said Avery, captain of the fifth battalion of the Knights, who was next to Eugene, "are you really going?"
Seeing that Eugene remained silent, he said anxiously, "Mrs. Joyce has already defected to the Langres people. Why bother talking to her? According to me, their crimes should be disclosed immediately, ordered to be arrested, and suppressed with an iron fist. Your Excellency,
, make up your mind. As long as our fifth brigade is in Munich, they won’t be able to overturn the situation!"
"No," Eugene shook his head and said calmly, "At least they haven't betrayed yet, and we have no reason to take action first. Besides, once we take this step first, we can never go back.
Already."
"Then wait until tomorrow!" Avery said, "As long as the army cannot set off on time, we can justifiably hold Joyce accountable."
"By then, it will be too late." Eugene smiled bitterly.
He stared at the setting sun in the distance and said slowly: "In everyone's eyes, this empire has already set. In order to save their lives, to become prosperous, and for the benefit of the family, they have forgotten their past glory, their past promises, their past
Mutual trust.”
Avery and several knights of the Munich City Guard stood solemnly, listening to the voice of this deputy commander who was never shy in the guard.
"But they have forgotten, but we have not forgotten," Eugene said, his face as iron-faced, "There are some things that as a knight, you must insist on in your life. Such as loyalty, such as bravery, such as integrity, such as glory. From us
From the day we decide to become a knight, the eight virtues of a knight will accompany us throughout our lives. If we abandon these virtues halfway, then we are not worthy of becoming a knight."
"The glory of knights is not just obtained on the battlefield. It is not just charging to kill the enemy. It exists in every corner of our lives. Every action, every word, every choice we make determines whether we
Worthy of this honor, this title."
Eugene's voice deepened, and he turned to look at the knights beside him: "The situation on the front line has become more and more urgent. Tomorrow is the day when the rear army will go out. General Fano left all this to me, but I,
I failed to complete the task assigned by him, which is my dereliction of duty!"
"My lord!" the knights shouted in unison.
Everyone understands that it is not Eugene's dereliction of duty that things have developed to this point. In fact, after Archduke Adolf was trapped in a tight siege, no one else would be able to reverse the situation.
The nobles must consider their interests. There is no internal unity, and with the Langris people fiddling with it, it is not surprising that they have two minds. Moreover, Eugene does not have enough troops and material supplies in his hands, and he relies on
The major lords provide it. As a saying goes, no matter how good the chef is, he can't make a banquet without ingredients.
On weekdays, everyone could see how much Eugene worked so hard and worked all night long. Seeing him taking all the responsibilities on himself now, many people just felt sore in their noses.
Eugene waved his hand gently: "A knight has a knight's code. Over the years, I have stayed in Munich for too long, and I have forgotten the days when gold and iron horses galloped freely. I have a family and a place of my own.
Manor, I like to drink some wine on weekdays and bask in the sun in my free time..."
"Perhaps, I have lost a lot of things. But what I can be sure of is that at least I have not lost my loyalty and my bravery. I am still a glorious knight!" After saying this, Eugene looked around at everyone, "
Today, I have to see Mrs. Joyce for three reasons."
He raised his finger: "First, I understand Mrs. Joyce fairly well. She is a very shrewd aristocrat, and it is difficult for anyone to take advantage of her. However, the pursuit of interests does not
It doesn't mean that she has completely given up on her noble qualities in her heart. Since she is willing to meet with me secretly, it means that we still have a glimmer of hope."
"But..." Avery said anxiously.
His words were interrupted by Eugene.
"Listen to me," Eugene said: "Secondly, our contradiction has not been made public yet. But once tomorrow, the rear army cannot go out on time, everyone will know. By then, Mrs. Joyce and we will know
There is no room for recovery. Therefore, tonight is our and her last chance."
As he said that, he patted Avery on the shoulder: "Thirdly, I think this is exactly what you want to say. If Mrs. Joyce is determined to betray her, by going, I may be throwing myself into a trap.
.But as a knight, as the commander of this coalition, this is what I must do."
"If they dare to attack me, it means that they have openly rebelled. In that case, we will not have any worries." Eugene said calmly, "Now, I appoint you, Avery, as the acting commander of the coalition forces. Full power.
Responsible for the command in my absence. If I can't come back tonight, I hope you can notify General Fano in time, and at the same time, guard the city of Munich for them. This city must not fall into the hands of the rebels. This
They are frontline soldiers, the only way to survive..."
Avery and the knights looked at Eugene blankly.
Among the many generals of the Munich City Guard, Eugene is the most inconspicuous. His personal strength is just that of a knight of glory. It is not as good as Fano, who is a knight of great light. His personal charm is even worse than other generals with distinctive personalities.
He is ordinary and silent, like an old scalper who only knows how to bury his head in his own business. On weekdays, except for official duties, people rarely have any personal relations with him. In addition, he is upright and strict, and is in charge of soldier training.
Harsh, therefore, not many people like him.
When Fano appointed Eugene as the commander of the coalition forces, everyone did not understand it. Especially in recent times, everyone thought that it was his indecisiveness that led to him being at a disadvantage in the battle with the nobles.
But at this moment, standing on the city wall and looking at the ordinary face of the middle-aged man in front of them, everyone realized how far behind they were compared to a real knight.
Knights are never afraid of charging.
On the battlefield, it is the knight's duty to ride his horse into the enemy's formation.
However, how many people can do this despite knowing that they are risking death and still charge without hesitation?
How many people can launch a charge when there are other options and there is no need to risk their lives?
But at this moment, there are no sonorous war drums, no passionate declarations, and no hot-headed impulses.
Eugene calmly launched the bravest, most loyal, and most determined charge in his life in the manner of a true knight.
The evening breeze was blowing gently. When Eugene hugged everyone one by one and said goodbye, everyone had tears in their eyes.
Watching Eugene's leaving figure, the knights stood there for a long time.
In this world, there are too many betrayals, too many conspiracies, too many deceptions and too many intrigues. Everyone seems to have forgotten many things in their daily lives. They all seem to be used to it. To think about problems in an originally abnormal way.
It was only at this moment, when they saw the back of this middle-aged man who seemed a little pedantic and even a little stupid, that they realized how precious those things they had forgotten were.
"Captain Avery."
When Eugene's figure disappeared into the sunset, the knights turned to look at Avery.
"What do we do?"
Avery gritted his teeth and turned to look at the silent military camp, his eyes flashing.
"Let's go! Follow me to the rabble! If you really can't come back and take control of Munich, we will have to recruit these guys!"
When the knights heard this, they all became excited.
"Yes, these guys are working with the logistics escort team."
"Today, let's support them!"
"Walk!"
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