Chapter 463 Civil War Vortex

Cathedral of the Holy Light, Great Hall of Light.

Veronica quietly reported to Pope St. Ivan III the recent changes in the situation in the south: "...After capturing the rock fortress, Gawain Cecil blocked the entire southern border and announced the establishment of the Duchy of Cecil, or, Rebuild the Duchy of Cecil.

"At present, only licensed caravans can enter and exit the southern border, and they can only stay around the rock fortress. In order to conduct trade, the Cecil family set up a new town in the south of the rock fortress, called Rock City.

"Neither merchants nor messengers sent by nobles can cross the Rock City, so the situation in the hinterland of the southern border is completely unknown, and only sporadic news has come out that Duke Gawain Cecil has begun to integrate the southern border and wipe out the southern border in the past 100 years. Influenced by the nobility, he instituted a number of New Deals to ensure rule."

Saint Ivan III listened quietly, and only sighed softly at the end: "It seems that this ancient hero has a strong desire to control..."

Then he paused and asked slowly, "Lemont's body is still in the hands of the Cecilians, isn't it?"

"...The Rock Fortress did not respond to the church's request. Bishop Lemont's body is still in the south, and it is said that it has been cremated."

"Purifying the corpse with flames... Fortunately, the Cecilians at least did not blaspheme the remains of Bishop Lemont, but it would be nice if they were willing to return the holy ashes to us," the old Pope sighed softly. "That way at least we can confirm the true cause of Bishop Lemont's death."

A regional bishop died in the "War of Nobility" in the southern border. When the news was first passed back to the Cathedral of the Holy Light, it caused quite a stir, but in this war, the church, which should have been neutral, fell for unwarranted reasons. It is an indisputable fact that it is an indisputable fact that the nobles in the south will take the initiative to invade Cecil's territory. In addition, the Cecil family has completed the de facto rule of the southern region in a short period of time, so the church has no reason and no chance to control the situation. By the time he was freeing his hands from expanding the parish and fighting heresy, Cecil's army had already entered the rock fortress.

After that, the church also sent messengers to contact the southern region, but the messengers were blocked outside the gate of the rock fortress. They only got a letter from Grand Duke Gawain Cecil, in which the church of the Holy Light was in the southern region. The action expressed disappointment and delivered a startling message:

Although Bishop Lemont was killed during the noble war, he was not killed by the Cecils, but was attacked by the Eternal Sleepers.

The contents of the letter are known only to a few people in the church, the Pope and Veronica being two of them.

"The situation in the southern parishes is no better now than in the east,

Although Duke Gawain has not publicly expelled our priests, according to sporadic news, he has blocked Luan City and banned all Holy Light priests from walking and preaching in the southern border. The reason is that it is necessary to investigate the corrupt infiltration of the church by the nobles of the southern border. , and maintaining law and order after the war," said Veronica Moen, "he put the entire southern church under house arrest in the form of post-war control. "

"...The southern border and the eastern border have always been tricky places, and now it's just more troublesome," the old Pope said indifferently, with a blank face, "Now the main energy of the royal family is on the rebels in the east border, and we want to take advantage of it. Their power, so they can only focus on the East... Veronica, you have been in contact with the ancient duke, and now you think about it, what is his possible attitude towards the church?"

Veronica lowered her eyelids: "...he is indeed an unbeliever, or in other words, the power of faith is just a tool for him. I have only been in contact with him for a short time, and he is still in A year ago, but based on his actions this year, I can guess what he was thinking: he didn't really care about God, neither revered nor resisted, but followed pragmatism. I have studied the New Deal he implemented, A law was discovered from it: all his systems considered practicality first, cost and efficiency second, and legality and morality last, which can explain his style of conduct.”

"Arrogant, but qualified to be arrogant," Saint Ivan III closed his eyes, "but his indifference is better than Edmund Moen's hostility. Since he regards faith as a tool... that means he at least will not reject it. this tool."

Veronica's eyebrows rose slightly: "Your Majesty, you mean..."

"Wait and see what he will do to Luan City next. If the situation remains unchanged, then we will ignore it for the time being. If the situation deteriorates... Veronica, you have to be prepared to go to the southern talk to the ruler."

Veronica bowed her head deeply: "Follow your will."

"Go on, I'm a little tired," St. Ivan III closed his eyes, his body that was trying to sit upright gradually slumped, his voice was ethereal, as if part of his mind had drifted to the kingdom of the God of Light, "I want to take a nap. Go and listen to the voice of the Lord."

Veronica bent down and whispered in the old Pope's ear, "Yes, the Lord is with you."

Saint Ivan III let out an even and gentle breathing sound, and on his face, a satisfied and indifferent smile gradually dispersed.

Veronica stepped off the platform on which the Pope's throne was located, and with a wave of her hand, a hazy layer of holy light enveloped the entire platform, protecting the Pope and isolating it from the sea of ​​clouds of holy light lingering in the Great Hall of Light. .

...

The night is gradually falling, and the capital under the stars is shrouded in silence.

Saint-Sunil City, No. 4 Crown Street, Jibli, an operative of the Military Intelligence Agency, stood quietly on the balcony of the mansion, looking at the gorgeous but outdated buildings outside the balcony.

At No. 4 Crown Street, part of the building has become a pure historical relic, but there are still many descendants of nobles living in the remaining ancient houses inherited from their ancestors. Every day from morning to night, there will be many ornately decorated carriages in this area. The streets come and go, and whenever a large number of carriages stop in the same area, the lights in the mansions will be lit all night long, and the music of the lyre and tambourine will continue until the next morning. And on the second day, those carriages would carry their drunken masters away from here and return to their manor and castle inside and outside the royal city.

Even if the country is in a civil war, even if soldiers die every day on the eastern front of the Holy Spirit Plain, and even if the refugees displaced by the war are about to spread to the giant wood crossing, the nobles of this country have not reduced the frequency of their banquets and scale.

Jipley was fed up with all this.

Fortunately, today is a rare quiet day: no banquets were held in the recent houses. It is said that because the Earl of Balin held a larger banquet in the south of the city, half of the nobles in Crown Street received invitations, and their departure was given to them. A chance for Jeep to enjoy the night.

The sound of wagon wheels rolling over the stone pavement echoed in the silent night.

Jibry retracted her gaze. She saw a carriage with a magic spar lamp parked in front of the door of the mansion, so she quickly left the balcony and returned to the study.

After a while, Pierce, tall and thin, wearing a knightly uniform, appeared in front of her.

"It's getting harder and harder to travel at night," Pierce said as he took off his coat. "The banquets of the nobles are becoming more and more frequent, and the curfews in the artisan and merchant districts are getting stricter. Mark, I'm afraid I won't be back at all tonight."

"After all, there have been rumors in the city recently," Jibry nodded. "The situation on the east side of the plain is not good."

Pierce smiled, his eyes swept across the room and calmly came to the window, he closed the window, and then activated the magic rune under the window sill.

A small soundproof barrier then covered the entire room.

"There is an order from headquarters," the MIIA operative said succinctly, "We're going to evacuate."

"Evacuate?" Jibry's eyes widened. "The situation worsened?"

"The Duke has laid a rock fortress, and the southern border has become the Principality of Cecil. The Ansu Royal Family will respond to this soon. Regardless of the reaction, we will receive more attention in the capital," Pierce explained quickly. , "We have been publicly active here for a long time, and you have been in contact with the mage circle many times. It is no longer suitable for us to continue to be stationed here."

Jibry couldn't help frowning slightly: "Then what about this stronghold?

"There will be a new working group to replace us but they will remain lurking in the dark," Pierce explained, "The lord still needs information from the capital, but we have to evacuate ahead of time as we can no longer hide and disguise."

Jibry was stunned for a moment, and then exhaled slightly with emotion: "Really... It seems that I really have to leave."

"It's also a good thing. It is said that the local side is developing very fast. The new recruits in the headquarters are much more advanced than ours in terms of skills and equipment. We can hurry up and make up lessons when we go back. I can't keep up with those newbies," Pierce said with a smile, and glanced at Jibry, "By the way... do you still miss this place?"

"Nostalgia? I don't miss this place," Jibry said with a sarcastic smile. "Compared to the smelly streets here, the wind by the Baishui River is fresher."

...

The night wind of Baishui River is very fresh. From a long time ago, Gawain liked to come to the high platform on the river bank, blowing the cold wind and watching the scenery on the river bank, or thinking about the future, or recalling the past, or simply doing nothing If you don't want to, just enjoy the scenery.

The landscape here is always changing.

When they first came here, there was only a deserted beach on the banks of the Baishui River. Eight hundred refugees set up simple tents on the deserted beach. The camp guards used braziers and simple fences to protect the safety of the land. When the sun sets, people must return to the camp immediately, because there are hungry beasts hidden in the jungle and barren mountains outside the camp, and people can only spend the night restlessly in the tent...

Then the tent became a wooden house, the wooden house became a brick house, the fence became a city wall, a sentry tower was built on the city wall, and the wooden bridge over the Baishui River became a mechanical bridge driven by a giant repulsion mechanism. The temporary wharf has become a permanent wharf built of cement, and even the most desolate north bank of the Baishui River has become a busy "Beijing New District" at this moment...

After the night falls, the brilliance of the magic spar lamp will shine on both sides of the river, as if dazzling stars are scattered on the earth.

All this in less than two years.

As the person who created all this with his own hands, Gawain can feel the greatest sense of accomplishment from these changes.

He knew that the speed of this city's development was a miracle, even if it was placed on earth. The reason why the Cecilians were able to achieve this kind of miracle was that, apart from the sudden release of the great power of the productive forces In addition, there is the development of magic technology.

"Magic technology..."

Gao Wen muttered in a low voice, raised his hand under the light of the stars and the lights on both sides of the strait, and a hazy radiance appeared in his palm.

This was not some kind of knightly combat technique or spell, but just a glowing phenomenon after the free magic power in the air was stimulated, it always reminded Gawain: magic power is everywhere.

"Ubiquitous, seemingly endless energy..."

Waving away the gathered magic power, Gawain's brows could not help but wrinkle slightly.

There was a sudden rustling sound in the river not far away, interrupting Gawain's thinking. The latter raised his head and saw a mass of water was rolling up on the river, and Tyre's head floated up from the water. .

"Yo lord, are you here to be lazy too?"

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