Realm of Power

The silence in the hall was terrifying. The mountain wind from high up blew across the vast space of the hall. The light beams shining down from the ceiling of the temple seemed to be floating down from the sky, shrouding the entire temple hall in a light yellow halo.

"Open it and take a look! I believe that the prophet had already foreseen this day when he left the key!" The fat man looked at the hesitant Ferrandir and saw a piece of leather paper hidden deep in the prophet's notebook. Both his and Ferrandir's breathing became rapid.

"Or maybe I really found a few things this time!"

The fat man suppressed his curiosity and clenched his five fingers together, with faint traces of sweat on his forehead.

Under the encouragement of the fat man, Ferrandir carefully placed the already very fragile leather paper in his hand on the hall table, and then opened it to both sides. The leather paper looked only as big as the palm of his hand, but it was folded back and forth several times. Expand them all at once,

It actually occupies an area of ​​more than one meter long and wide on the table. The lines drawn with red and blue fuel look like a huge hand-drawn map.

"This is this?" Ferrandir looked at the map on the leather, with a flash of shock and excitement in his eyes. The map was divided into red and blue. One of the areas outlined in red, judging from the outline, seemed to be where it is now. Salander,

To the east of Salander, there is a long and narrow blank space, which is like a central axis dividing the map into east and west parts. Then the blue line bends into a downward arc, which is obviously another even bigger continent.

Inside the continent outlined in red and blue, there are some unusual and weird marks that are invariably marked on it.

"It's the geographical map of Salander and Obaro!" The fat man looked at the map, and his mind couldn't help but think of an imperial map review draft submitted by the Ministry of Internal Affairs some time ago. It was very similar to this map. He finally He reacted first, snorted, and said to Ferrandier, who was still studying the blank area, "The blank space in the middle is the Obarro Sea. As for these marks..." The fat man's voice paused. Eyes sparkling,

It was a very strange ancient script that he didn't recognize. He looked at Ferrandir and said, "The characters used in these signs should not be Salander's script!"

"I'm not sure. This kind of ancient spelling is very complicated and is rarely seen anymore!" Ferrandir had already abandoned his so-called position at this time. All his thoughts were on this prophet's map, and his hands gently Touching the marked words on the map like a lover,

"You used to be a temple priest. You are also the only descendant of the Phelan family. You should know these ancient Salander characters, right?" The fat man's face was full of expectations.

"Know something!"

Looking at the words on the map that had become a little blurred due to the passage of time, Ferrandir said without hesitation, "The ancient spelling is different from the current Salander writing. Before migrating to Salander, our ancestors were The characters used in the original region,

At that time, they called themselves the Ono people, coming from the far away shore of the sea.

During the first fifty years of arriving in Salander, we still followed the ancient spelling custom of Uno. Later, I felt that such complicated writing was really inconvenient for future generations to learn, so the temple re-established the current Salander grammar!

"But now it seems that the temple's motive for creating a new grammar is more like covering up the truth of that period of history, because the books and documents of that period were all written in ancient European script!" Ferrandir's voice stopped. He paused and said through gritted teeth.

"It is rare for traces of destruction to be like this. It seems that they are really afraid that the true deeds of the prophet will be known by future generations, so they do not hesitate to change the grammar and text to cover up the history. I really don't know how much influence the temple has on the prophet. Hatred!" The fat man took a deep breath and sighed, "You can imagine how angry the prophet was when he was betrayed by the temple he created! "

"The truth is the truth. No matter how much effort you put in, it will be revealed one day!" When it came to the past of his ancestors, Ferrandir's tone was obviously filled with hatred for the temple. He pointed at the location in Salander. a mark within the territory, says

"As one of the native languages ​​of Salander's grammar, the spelling of Oulu's ancient method can still be followed regularly! For example, here, judging from the location, it should be the middle section of Polo Mountain near Salander's Kyoto. The mark represented above, The word "burning black soil" in French means "burning black soil". It should refer to the black soil that can burn or is burning in the land there. It is really difficult to understand this mark without going to see it on the spot. The true meaning!”

"Burning black earth?"

The fat man looked at the position of Ferrandir's finger, and seemed to have thought of something. His eyebrows furrowed slightly. Ferrandir pointed it out specifically, obviously wanting to tell himself that this place was not far from Salander Kyoto. If you wanted Knowing the clues represented by the marks, as long as you send someone there, you should be able to get the results quickly.

"Come here! Send someone to Boluo Mountain immediately to investigate if there is anything strange there! For example, black soil or something like that!" The fat man walked a few steps in the hall with his hands behind his back, and immediately walked out of the hall. A guard was called at the door.

Walking back from the door, the fat man glanced at Ferrandier who was still studying the map and said, "I have sent people to Mount Poirot. The results should be available in the afternoon. If it is announced that the entire map will be translated, how long will it take?" , you just stay here temporarily, and after the cartographer completes the copy, I will return it to you intact!"

Ferrantier nodded without raising his head. The strange map in front of him attracted most of his attention. He knew that the secret that his ancestors had to hide in such a terrible way would not be just a secret. It's as simple as telling future generations about the map, but if you want to figure out the true meaning of this map, there really is no more convenient collaborator than the continent's ruler, Vecilia Falcon! It is impossible to explore the secrets of these places without the help of secular forces!

The results of the investigation were sent back in the afternoon,

"Your Majesty!" A dusty guard captain walked quickly into the hall door. He glanced at His Majesty Falcon, who was reading an ancient book, and hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to say something or not!

"Find black soil?"

The fat man raised his head from an ancient book, his eyes as sharp as knives, and fell on the guard captain. In a corner of the hall, Ferrandir was carefully assisting a cartographer to carefully and slowly copy this map. Almost yellowed leather paper. Many of the fonts on it have been written for too long. Although they are in a confined space, the moisture in the ground has made many of the words blurry. Without the assistance of Ferrandir, it would be difficult to truly record these marks.

"Your Majesty, this is it!" The captain of the Guards Squadron looked nervous and took out a few black clods from his arms and placed them respectfully in front of the fat man. "This is what my subordinates found in the village at the foot of Polo Mountain."

The guard squadron leader paused and said, "According to the locals, there was a major earthquake in Salander Kyoto sixteen years ago. Several large pits were opened at the foot of Mount Poirot, and one of the pits was full of dirt like this." The black clods of soil were considered ominous, so the locals spontaneously buried the entrance to the pit. When I went down to investigate, I heard that we were looking for black soil. The local village chief only mentioned this. Because of the urgent time and lack of manpower, his subordinates mobilized their subordinates to dig, but the hole was buried too deep. The subordinates could only grab a few samples from a shallow location not far from the entrance to the burial site and bring them back! "

"This is... a coal bar!" The fat man's little eyes opened and he smacked his lips unexpectedly. His face showed the original look. Unexpectedly, Prophet Ferran actually found a coal mine in the Polo Mountain on the Salander Peninsula.

"Coal? Does Your Majesty know this kind of black soil?" Ferrandiel was explaining to the painters nearby and came over. He looked at the black soil on the table very curiously. An unfamiliar pronunciation came out of his mouth. This is not the pronunciation in Salandian.

"Well, a kind of soil that can be burned as fuel. You can understand it this way!" The fat man nodded. He had always doubted how Prophet Ferran solved the problem of steam engine operation. He threw the sample of the steam engine to the weapon. The Academy of Science and the Academy of Weapons Science concentrated the efforts of countless great craftsmen. In the end, they only found that black oil combustion was used, which seemed to be able to achieve the heat energy of a steam engine, but only for a few minutes.

Therefore, although there are samples of steam engines, until now, the development of similar mechanical reforms that steam engines can bring has not appeared, because it is impossible to obtain a steam engine with continuous thermal energy. It is placed in the warehouse of the weapons laboratory with a big pile of millimeters. Ineffective steel makes no difference.

"Why didn't I think of coal?"

The fat man stood up from his seat excitedly and walked back and forth a few steps. Sure enough, this world was exactly the same as his own, even the minerals were the same. In the past, because there was no discovery of coal mines, the fat man always thought that there was no coal in this world.

If the burning black soil represents coal, then the other symbols on the mark can basically be interpreted. The black spring water should refer to black oil, which is a material that the empire has begun large-scale mining and is in huge demand. In Saran The southern regions of Germany are very vast, and the blue stones and white fields should represent some kind of minerals respectively. If this is the case, what does the golden mountain near the Mustang Mountains in northern Salander mean?

The fat man's active thoughts paused for a moment, and he touched his nose with his hand. He unexpectedly thought of a possibility and couldn't help but swallowed. The golden mountain couldn't mean a large gold mine in the Mustang Mountains!

The fat man suppressed the excitement in his heart that he wanted to send people to explore the Mustang Mountains immediately. He waved his hand and asked the people who had just finished drawing the map to go down. Only the fat man and Ferrantier were left in the hall. The fat man asked directly, "Ferrandir." Tyr, let’s be honest, are you willing to submit to the empire?”

"Submit to the Empire!"

Ferrandir's face was very complicated. His faith in the prophet was completely destroyed by the fat man. However, because he unlocked the secret of the notebook, he rekindled his curiosity about his ancestors. If he had a heart before, He has no fear of dying, and now he doesn’t want to die anymore. Just like a person who is full of hope, how can he be willing to face death immediately!

"If you submit to the empire, you can choose an area in Salander as the administrator! Even if it is the Black Forest where the Prophet is buried, I will agree to it!" The fat man offered an offer that Ferrandir could not refuse. Bait, said coldly

"But there is one thing you must guarantee, and that is your absolute loyalty to the empire."

"The empire is not the Salander dynasty that wants to cover up the truth. On the contrary, I have full respect for the blood of the prophet. Otherwise, you would have died two years ago, but the empire's army will never allow rebellion! Do you understand? ?

"As long as you dare to make the slightest move, the imperial army will crush you into powder just like the battle in the Black Forest."

Ferrandir smiled bitterly. The temptation of the prophet's burial place, and after passing this map, strengthened his determination to uncover the secrets of the prophets of his ancestors. His guilt for the more than 100,000 innocent souls in the Black Forest made him know that he could not refuse such an appointment.

Slowly kneeling down on one knee in front of the fat man, Ferrandir raised his head and said decisively, "If it is the appointment of the Black Forest... I will submit to the empire!"

The fact that Ferrandir, the son of the sky, swore allegiance to the empire had spread throughout Salander's capital the next day. Just when the Salander people were shocked and talking about it, Ferrandir was about to go to the southern part of Salander. News of Black Forest's appointment as administrator. Once again, it shook the hearts of the Salanders like an earthquake.

"Black Forest..."

Most of the Salanders who heard the news looked incredulous.

"Are you sure it's the Black Forest?" In the square where the news was announced, surprised gasps could be heard at any time.

What a strange appointment! Everyone knows that Ferrandir was arrested by the empire because of the Black Forest rebellion. Now that the empire appoints him as the administrator of the Black Forest, what does it mean? Is it possible that the Vecchia Falcon is about to marry a new wife and has already lost his head? Letting Ferandier go to the Black Forest is undoubtedly letting the tiger go back to the mountain! But in the hearts of some of the Salander nobles, there was a deep hatred for His Majesty Falcon who dared to use rebellion so boldly. I couldn't help but feel a little more hopeful in my heart.

Returning the Children of the Sky to freedom showed the Empire's attitude towards the original rebellion, and the Salander nobles who were captured in the Visa War. If we talk about the guilt, it is much smaller than that of Ferrandir who once raised the flag of rebellion. The nobles are ready to take action. They want to know the true attitude of the empire. Was the Vecchia Falcon really dizzy, or was it a trap set out?

For such an appointment that may affect Salander's stability. The Imperial Army rarely showed a calm attitude, which once again showed the Imperial Army's absolute obedience to His Majesty Falcon. In fact, this was not always the case. It's just that most of the generals maintained an optimistic attitude towards His Majesty's appointment. , after several years of governance, the resistance in southern Salander has long been quelled by the generals. Although the Black Forest area is special, its strength is there.

There is no population, no resources, no resources. The only thing that is abundant is wood. That kind of thing cannot be used as armor for fighting. Even in its heyday, the forces in the Black Forest region were still unable to fight against the Imperial Regiment, let alone now. The population has been reduced by half,

The chiefs of the Black Forest, headed by Su Kebailing, are full of hatred towards Ferrandir, who provoked the civil war in the first place. Ferrandir's return to the Black Forest is more like an appointment than an appointment. Self-imprisonment is like two parties to a transaction, His Majesty Falcon Promise to protect the safety of Ferrandir, and Ferrandir must show enough loyalty. If Ferrandir returns to the Black Forest, then this area that once belonged to Ferrandir has now It became an invisible cage for his house arrest.

In the headquarters of the Southern Army guarding the southern part of Salander, the Southern Governor Statunko was calmly drafting a document. The bright sunshine outside showed the heat of June, and the sound of cicadas could be heard on the tree trunks outside the window.

“Someone, give this document to His Majesty!

After signing his name on the back of the document, Statunko stood up and handed the document to a guard waiting at the door. It was a list of Salander nobles. There were seventy-six people in total. Originally, there were one hundred and thirty. There were more than ten people, but after Nilai's re-examination, one-third of them were rejected. The remaining people were specially selected by Statunko. These seventy-six people One-half of them are nobles from southern Salander who fled to Kyoto, and seventeen of them are officials of the Salander dynasty in the southern region. They know the situation in southern Salander thoroughly, and they will serve as the heads of the regional garrison. Assistance personnel entering the south, if they perform well, will become veritable management officers after three years and be directly responsible to the regional governor's office.

In the quiet noon, Statunko's heart was filled with admiration for His Majesty Falcon's appointment of Ferrandir.

His Majesty Falcon is indeed a master of psychological warfare. The timing and focus of his attacks are both terrifying and brilliant.

The Salander region is becoming more and more stable, and the hostility towards the empire has been eliminated a lot, both by the nobles and the common people.

At this time, taking advantage of the attention of everyone, Ferrandier, the son of the sky, an easy appointment opened up the dilemma of Salander that had been dormant for several years.

Like a pebble thrown into a pool of stagnant water, it creates waves throughout the entire Salander Island with Salander Kyoto as the center.

According to the reactions of all parties in Salander, the Salanders, who were originally afraid of the Empire, began to express expectations for the Empire because of this incident.

Some people began to discuss the empire's attitude on this matter. People like Ferrandir were not executed! It's incredible,

This is the first time that the Falcon Empire shows that behind the bloody butcher knife, there is a kind side.

Of course, the people of Salander don’t know yet, and the bigger shock is yet to come. If that report is approved by His Majesty, the whole of Salander will be boiling! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!