Realm of Power

South of Salander, Temple of the High Priest of Sidon

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the tall spiers of the towers on the four corners of the sacrificial hall, and the roofs of the continuous buildings in the center are also illuminated golden. The bright yellow setting sun passes through the lattice glass on the roof and falls on the wall diagonally below the room. The colorful patterns are like in an empty theater, playing silent light and shadow in the darkness.

This is one of the largest sky sacrificial halls in the south of Salander. On the steps of the temple on the top of the mountain, several white pigeons with spread wings flew up from the steps and rushed through the open space and buildings in front of the sacrificial hall. Either it falls on the exquisite sculptures on the wall pillars, or it falls on the edge of the fountain, making a cooing sound, and pacing back and forth leisurely. The entire sacrificial temple seems to be immersed in a different plane from the ordinary world, and time passes slowly.

The fat man's eyes wandered on the magnificent murals in the corridor of the sacrificial hall.

Next to him was the great sky priest Parstina, who had just volunteered to come to the south. She seemed to still be immersed in the painful memories of the south, full of melancholy.

The eyes of the beautiful sky priest Parstina were staring intently at the mural. The gauze that had covered her face for many years was also taken off, revealing a face as beautiful as the rain on the empty mountain.

Her chin is a bit pointed and her straight nose shows her strong and unyielding character. Her jet-black and smooth long hair is draped over her shoulders from both sides of the sacrificial white hood, shining with an enviable luster. Her crescent-like slender eyebrows are slightly frowned, and are gently lifted up on both sides, as if they are about to fly. Like a butterfly,

Under the eyebrows, there is a pair of smart and deep eyes, which rotate while looking at the murals on the wall. But the fat man couldn't understand what her eyes meant. Maybe it contained too many meanings.

In the courtyard paved with neat marble outside the corridor, several guards officers were gathering around and talking in a low voice. Several war horses decorated with gorgeous vests stood quietly at the side entrance of the sacrificial hall. Dozens of guards looked upright. The atmosphere in the sacrificial hall was a bit solemn, and the faces of the senior generals in the courtyard were not very good-looking. They were talking in low voices and looking down the corridor from time to time.

The armor on these guards is black, and the sun shines on it. There was a dark chill, and there was a silver eagle wing logo on the right shoulder of the armor. Although there were not many of them. However, once you stop here, you will naturally feel a chilling atmosphere.

Seeing their standard armor, any guard team will retreat, and everyone knows it. That is the symbol of His Majesty Falcon's personal guard, which represents the soul of the Falcon Army. It has the power of independent decision-making and only accepts orders from His Majesty Falcon.

There was also a bit of cold wind passing through the corridor area between the empty temples, bringing up bursts of gray dust. Silently, it fell on Parstina's white robe, leaving speckled traces on it. The deserted temple courtyard is covered with waist-high weeds, and the damaged and mutilated statues are faintly visible among the weeds.

Parstina stopped in the corridor of the courtyard, gazed affectionately at the desolate courtyard scenery in front of her, and whispered with gratitude, "I am very grateful to Your Majesty for being able to accept the conservative and suffering southerners with a tolerant mind like the ocean." , There is no monarch with such a big heart like His Majesty, not even in the entire continent.

When I came here, I was still thinking, if there is a conflict between His Majesty and the southerners, which side should I stand on? One is the hero who saved Salander, and the other is my compatriots. Now, His Majesty’s generosity has made most people All the southerners felt the goodwill from the empire. Along the way, I saw many southerners who moved to the center. They left this land full of their pain and started a new life there. "

"My mentor is too worried. Whether they are southerners or northerners, they are all Salanders. They are all my people. How could I raise a butcher knife against them?"

The fat man smiled and said calmly, "I once said that I would bring peace to Salander instead of bloodshed. The southerners of Salander are not my enemies. This is a heroic nation. They have been unyielding." They resisted the invasion of the Norman enemies. Nearly 300,000 Salander warriors died in the war with the Normans, 200,000 of whom were southerners.

But in the end, in order to preserve themselves, the former royal family chose to abandon them and let them suffer the abuse of the Normans. They had lost their trust in the royal family both physically and mentally. It was unrealistic to make them loyal to the Falcon Empire all at once. I believe that a mentor’s inspiration and time will change their views.”

The fat man stopped his voice and quietly pulled the corners of his clothes to prevent them from flying around in the wind. He looked up at the sun above his head and said with a serious expression.

"I issued an amnesty for those who sneaked into the mountains and forests to become bandits during the Norman period, and transferred a large amount of food relief, and also allowed them to migrate to the central and north. If anyone from the south is willing to join the Falcon Army, we are also very welcome , In fact, I am also trying to find ways to negotiate with the Normans for the more than 100,000 Salanders who were trafficked to the continent of Obarro. I believe they will return home soon.

Hearing the fat man's words, even Palstina, who had always pursued elegance and inaction, could not conceal her inner excitement. She looked at the fat man with a pair of beautiful eyes and said gratefully, "If that's true, just for this reason, all The people of the south will sincerely submit to His Majesty”

"I'm responsible for the negotiations, and it's your responsibility to stabilize the South." The fat man looked at the charming "mentor" in front of him and let out a hearty laugh. "

From a distance, he saw His Majesty the Falcon attaching the Sky Sacrifice to the carriage. Navy Minister Dostelenko, who was waiting outside, straightened his collar, stepped forward and reported to the fat man in a low voice, "Your Majesty, good news, we are sending troops to Ouba Two of Luo's three fleets already have After receiving the reply, Siefinger's squadron followed the expected route and successfully arrived at the inland sea island of the Obarro continent. Frye's squadron also sent news of success. Not only did they reach Obarro, but they also obtained gained control of a port”

"There is no news about the Enke Squadron yet, and my subordinates are worried..." Dostelenko's face darkened slightly, and his tone sounded uncertain.

"Tell me, what's going on?" The fat man who had been smiling just now suddenly turned gloomy. A squadron consists of at least one Dragon-class battleship and two Dragon Tooth warships, not to mention the supply ships that must be brought along with them. Such a loss is indeed a bit painful for the Imperial Navy, which has just gained some wealth.

"They may have deviated from the route, so my subordinates are worried that they may have gone south to the Normandy waters." Dostelenko boldly predicted