Chapter 505 A Few Things About the Female Marshal

There is a group of urban sculptures that have just been opened in the church square outside the royal capital. The sculptures are about the heroes who died in the Dragon's Back Mountains two months ago.

In order to stabilize people's hearts and strengthen the cohesion of the goddess' faith, the Huiyao Sect described the incident in the Dragon's Back Mountains as a miracle. In order to give this miracle a stronger public opinion thrust, in the "Holy One-Day War" The priests and soldiers who died or disappeared during the incident were listed as martyred saints and widely publicized, including of course the Rector of Girton who turned himself into a divine power, and also included a group of northern mercenaries who shined in the incident—— Hao Ren and his group were very active in organizing the evacuation, especially when Lily's big figure showed up. It was impossible not to let people know about it. People who escaped from the Beinz area remembered this group of "mercenaries", so After the church leaders learned about the situation from Ofra, they discussed it and decided to make a martyr...

So Hao Ren followed the carriage window and saw a group sculpture standing in the square outside, on which Galton and he were fighting a tentacle monster together...

However, the people who designed the sculptures seemed to have taken into account the special characteristics of Hao Ren and the others. The figures above were somewhat modified. In addition to the lifelike appearance of Gelton and several archbishops, Hao Ren and the others also made some magical changes. Basically, Even though she's pretty, she doesn't look like me anymore.

"I said...can't you get my consent before you do this?" Hao Ren looked at Ofra dumbfounded, "Forget it about the sculpture, why do you still have to give it a title of honorable death in battle?"

"This is what I suggested," Ofra explained with a smile, "Do you want to be haunted as a household hero?"

Hao Ren: "Uh..."

"No matter who you are, anyone who can come back alive from that 'holy war' will inevitably become the focus. The image of you leading the refugees to fight their way through the tentacles of the evil god has become widely known. If official news says that you are still alive, you know How many people must have come here to see you?" Ofra smiled and shook her head, "At that time, you were 'ascended to heaven'. How many people in the church could you find to take your place and show your face? So we can only say that you died gloriously in battle. "

Nangong Wuyue stuck out his tongue: "That's true... but it sounds weird."

Hao Ren waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay. I don't have any objections after saying that. And to be honest, this is not the first time. The Erim elf made a sculpture for me. The shape is really cool. It looks like he is preparing to die heroically." Yes, at least you gave me a place to stand..."

Although it felt a bit strange to know that he was advertised as a dead person, Ofra's explanation convinced Hao Ren. He is here to do business, and avoiding trouble is his top priority. But Betsy seemed a little depressed: This girl is very realistic. Her biggest wish in life is two things, one to get rich and one to become famous. Now the Vatican has promoted her as a sacrificed hero and she has indeed become famous, but the problem is that she "dies" Oh no - even the chance to go to the tavern to find someone to mess with is gone. What's the point of a reputation that you can't enjoy? So Betsy shyly discussed with Ofra: "Lord Ofra, let me discuss something with you... Ask the Pope to change his tune and say that the legendary mercenary Betsy came out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. I came back alive on a bloody road, but I didn’t actually die..."

Ofra looked at Betsy with a puzzled expression: "What's the point of this?"

Betsy slapped her thigh: "Do you know how cool it is to brag in the first person!"

Hao Ren pushed Betsy hard: "Just say it, why are you patting my leg?"

"Oh, I took the wrong photo when I was sitting too close - I mean, why didn't I feel it?"

Ofra looked at the group of saviors in front of her with a blank expression. She had lived for hundreds of years and had seen all kinds of big shots. The relics of heroes, tyrants, good generals could be hung in her trophy storage room. Wall, but she had never seen anything like this style. But after being stunned for a while, she smiled happily: "Okay, I'll go discuss it with the Pope and the King. You guys are really interesting."

"Don't bother, this guy is a bit crazy. He'll calm down after this period of twitching," Hao Ren quickly advised, "You are busy with everything..."

"No trouble," Ofra looked at Betsy with a smile. Her whole aura seemed to have suddenly changed. From the steely and serious state before, she suddenly became very close. "Really, you guys are really nice." Interesting - I think of the time when I was an adventurer hundreds of years ago, and I seemed to be similar to this girl. Ha, after so many years, I seem to have forgotten the bad habits of mercenaries and adventurers with a straight face all day long, and now It’s a bit reminiscing.”

At this time, the carriage suddenly shook, and Hao Ren noticed that the noise coming from the street outside was far away. It was obvious that the carriage had arrived at a relatively quiet place. After a while, the coachman in front gently knocked on the partition of the carriage: "Sir, we're here."

Hao Ren and his party pushed the door open and got out of the car, and found that the car was parked in front of a large villa. The surrounding area is quite quiet, and high-end residences of the same size can be seen everywhere. The curtains embroidered with family emblems are far away from each other on the side walls of the houses, obviously belonging to each of the prominent families. There is no doubt that this is the aristocratic area in the royal capital, and it is the territory of the great nobility: the family emblem can be hung on the outer wall in huge silk. This is only allowed by established nobles with royal blood or more than six generations of hereditary heritage. privilege.

High-level nobles have their own manors and real estate in various places, and even castles and kingdoms. Their families basically live outside the royal capital. However, the Horleta royal family has regulations that the current heads of the nobles and the next generation of heirs of these nobles every year For a period of time, you have to live in the aristocratic areas of the royal capital. These aristocratic areas are luxurious and high-end and are close to the royal palace. On the surface, living here is an honor, but in fact it is a kind of monitoring and intimidation of the nobles by the royal family—— Several large-scale rebellions and repressions since the founding of Horleta contributed to the establishment and consolidation of this system.

Ofra who lives here is the only exception: there is no noble in the entire kingdom who is older and more prestigious than her. Her status in Horleta has even exceeded the concept of "noble" and is almost a symbol. There is no need for the royal family to monitor this veteran who almost single-handedly created the current situation. In fact, there is no way to monitor: from kings and popes to princes and ministers, there is no one who was not beaten by Ofra when they were young...

The only reason why Ofra lives here is that it is close to the palace and it is convenient to clock in for work.

Of course, Hao Ren didn't know these details. He just thought that the houses here were quite impressive: better than his own home anyway...

A servant came forward to greet her. Ofra nodded to one of the middle-aged butler-like men: "These are my distinguished guests. Prepare the best guest rooms for them to rest. In addition, arrange for Bosem to go to the cathedral and tell John Red-coat A word from the Archbishop: Guests from foreign countries have come to visit, please two adults to prepare the banquet that was previously ordered."

Hao Ren followed Ofra into the marshal's official residence. This noble building is in the typical Horleta upper-floor style, with an open front garden and a stone road extending from the main building to the gate. There is also a long rain-proof corridor covered on the stone road. On both sides of the corridor, you can see carefully tended flower beds, but the flowers in the flower beds are very simple, with only a simple lavender flower.

"I heard that Lady Ofra likes purple cross star flowers the most," Betsy never thought that one day she would actually walk in the corridor of Ofra's mansion. At this time, every step she took had an expression of pilgrimage. , muttering as he walked, "So it's true."

"The purple cross star flower is the best flower in the world," Ofra smiled. "It is cold-resistant, drought-resistant, and not afraid of wind and rain. Unless it is cut off, it will bloom on time for a full thirty days every year, just like a soldier. Punctual. More importantly, this flower is not only edible, but also relieves pain and relieves inflammation. Mercenaries and adventurers hundreds of years ago regarded it as a flower of luck. This flower grows in the wilderness and near ruins. I don’t know if it has ever been saved. How many lives."

The servant stepped forward and opened the door, and Ofra led everyone into the hall on the first floor of the villa: "Sit down as you like. I'll have someone prepare refreshments, but don't eat too much. It's not often that you get the chance to have a meal with the king and the pope. .”

Hao Ren looked curiously at the grand but not luxurious furnishings in the hall, and suddenly saw a row of portraits hanging on the wall not far away: "Who are those?"

"The kings of Horleta," Ofra said to the portrait, "starting from Gadon III and ending with the father of the current king."

Hearing the name "Gadon III", Betsy suddenly realized that she finally had a chance to solve a mystery that had been entangled in the mercenary gossip circle for a long time, a story that was talked about by countless playwrights and single female mercenaries. The truth is in front of you, and the person involved is standing in front of you!

Betsy's eyes flashed: "Lord Ofra! How did you and Prince Gedun know each other? Why did you promise to help him guard this kingdom for more than four hundred years?"

Ofra was silent for a moment, and her face suddenly softened: "Because Holleta's salary is high..."