Realm of Power

Southern Salander, Zilanza region

The midday sun in summer shines warmly on various ancient buildings in Rilansa City, emitting an awe-inspiring light. The buildings in them are all simple and huge, and many use huge stone. The blocks are directly stacked, and the traces of time have left speckled traces on these ancient stones.

On the city's winding outer wall, there is almost no flat area in the mottled and shabby city surface. This was left to fight enemy harassment and attacks. The Igadiva army once surrounded the city for two months.

Facing the Mochas who resisted to the death, the 100,000-strong Ikadiva army had to adopt a siege method. Now, the remaining broken weapons can still be found between the stones. These stones are not symmetrical. At the time, When the Mochas were built, they obviously did not have the meticulous design of later cities. Each of the incomplete walls looked more like the original atmosphere of Salander, just like the memory of this ancient city's history.

Some people say that the city of Rilanza is the oldest city on the Salander Island. Its history is longer than the history of the Salander people coming here. There were traces of the Mocha civilization here, but they have long since The Ikadiva people who conquered the mainland had a war of conquest and were lost in the long river of history. What can be seen now are all formed after the Salanders migrated over.

Among the Salander people, there is a saying that Salander was founded three hundred years ago, but the city of Rilansa has a history of at least 1,500 years. Because Rilansa City is a rare plateau in the south, the climate is dry. There are not many green plants, especially in late autumn when the leaves are withering. Apart from the bright red maple leaves woven into the brilliant sunset, there is simply nothing worthy of praise.

Whenever the autumn wind passes by. It will bring a lot of dust, shrouding the entire Risalan in a sea of ​​gray dust, so some people say that Risalan City is also the ugliest city on Saland Island just from the appearance. However, even the ugliest city always has some beautiful places, and the same is true for the ancient palace of the Mocha people.

This building complex representing the memory of civilization is not located in the center of the city, but on the outskirts of Risalan City. Under the beautiful Zhiboros Mountains. Even the most knowledgeable Sky Temple cannot explain why Zhiboros Mountain can form a grassy mountain col in the dust of this plateau like a paradise.

Here it is. Even the air is filled with a refreshing atmosphere, and the wind brought from the snow-capped mountains at the top of the mountains is particularly fresh. Compared with the wind and sand outside, this place is simply a paradise on earth. The Mocha palace stands on the mountainside.

There are open mountains on both sides. There are some small, pointed wooden sentry towers faintly visible in the mountains, which are now occupied by a volunteer army formed by the southerners of Salander. Since the Normans were completely defeated by the Falcon Army going south, the southerners of Salander, who had been suppressed in the central and south, also got rid of the yoke of slaves in order to fight against the brutal counterattack of the Normans. The Salander people naturally chose to move to the higher-lying Zisaland area.

After a light carriage passed several rigorous inspections. Slowly driving into the dilapidated palace, the closed door opened heavily. Then it closed again, making a dull sound behind the carriage, as if it was going to seal this place forever. After turning into a vast and empty marble-paved courtyard, the carriage slowly stopped,

A handsome young man wearing yellow Mamunuk armor was already waiting here. He came over eagerly, opened the curtain of the carriage with his hand, and said in a soft and polite voice, "Sir Fikulun"

An old man with white hair and beard quickly jumped out of the carriage and said in a calm voice, "Thank you."

The handsome young man looked at the old man casually and saw that he seemed to be in his seventies, but his face was very good and quite rosy, and only a few wrinkles could be seen. His body was straight and straight. His eyes are sharp and deep, and he inadvertently reveals a spirit that makes people sincerely admire him.

Thinking of the important status of this old man in the south, even with the arrogance of this young Mamunuk, it was difficult to conceal the excitement in his heart

The handsome adjutant led the old man into the hall, where a young man in casual clothes was working. He had blond hair, fair skin, and a slightly curved aquiline nose, which made him look handsome.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and saw the old man brought in by his assistant. He quickly put down the brush in his hand, stood up and took a few steps forward. He said very respectfully, "Teacher Fikulun, we have been separated for two years. If you don't want to meet again, tutor His style remains the same, it is truly an honor for my Salander Sky Temple."

"If you have anything to say, just say it. You are very prosperous now. The whole of Zisalan is under your control. The title of Son of Salander is very popular among southerners. A mentor like this Just don't use the title." The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Although he didn't really care about the ordinary-looking young man in casual clothes in front of him, he didn't dare to show contempt. He knew deeply that this young man was unscrupulous for power.

"Teacher, you really know how to joke." The young man stood up from his seat, went to the silver basin next to him, washed his hands, raised his head and looked out the window and said

"I wonder if the instructor has heard that the Falcon in the North is going to re-establish the Southern Temple." Yarantil said with a bit of self-mockery on his face. The students were very happy when they heard the news, but when I heard about the Falcon What the empire wants to establish is the former Kyoto Temple's Sky Sacrifice Parscina. The students' hearts immediately became cold. Who doesn't know that the Southern High Priest is the mentor? Why should Parscina be the student of the Southern High Priest? The first one is not to acknowledge this woman’s identity.”

"You asked people to come to me just to tell me this?" Fikulun's face was dull, and he didn't even blink his eyelids. He knew the character of this student very well. During the peace period in the South, he once wanted to split the South. Suffering suppression from Kyoto,

His name is Frantil, a direct bloodline of the prophet Fran, the son of the sky, and his prominent life experience is enough for the royal family to not take the most extreme measures in public, so they can only send someone to put him under house arrest.

However, the invasion of Normandy disrupted everything. This descendant with the blood of the prophet jumped out at the right time, claiming to be the son of Salander, and preached to many southern Salanders that he had inherited the abilities of his ancestors, and would be a great success for the people. The Salander people bring a bright future. His background and the influence of his bloodline make many southern Salander people believe that he is the savior of the Salander people.

"Of course, it's not just this." Seeing that his provocation method didn't work, Yarantil smiled disapprovingly, revealing an infectious energy that made people feel. "The instructor came from the middle of the country all the way. Traveling over mountains and ridges is difficult and dangerous, and the journey is tiring, but the students just sit back and wait, how can it compare to the hard work of the instructor?"

Yalantil said with a smile, looking very affectionate, as if a long-lost son had met his father. Under this situation, Fikulun's cold expression finally got better, and he reluctantly sat down opposite, Yalantil I also sat down and asked my assistant to bring him two cups, and then he said calmly, "Have you ever seen Bai Lingsuk from the Black Forest on the way to the mentor?"

"Yes, he did hear that I was passing by and had a chat with me on the way."

The corner of Feculun's mouth twitched inexplicably. He picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, nodded slightly, and said with some meaning, "He also heard the same thing as me. It seems that you Both of them are very concerned about the reconstruction of the Southern Temple, but I didn’t reply to him or give him any promises.”

"Old fox, you obviously want to play a balancing act with me, raise the price while sitting on the ground, and wait for the price to sell."

After hearing Fikulun's words, Yarantil cursed secretly in his heart. The situation in the south is now so obvious that the Salander forces in Zisalan are divided into two factions. One is the Salander Salvation Army, which is centered on itself. , most of them were southerners who were oppressed by the Normans, and there were about 180,000 people gathered in the city of Zisalan.

There is also the Lark Suker of the Black Forest mentioned by Ficullen. This hateful and despicable woman was completely born as a bandit. During the occupation of Normandy, she used the terrain of the Black Forest to attack the Normans and the southerners of Salander. It is very prestigious inside and is affectionately called the lark of the Black Forest.

"Teacher, that girl in black stockings is simply a nouveau riche. Apart from gaining the admiration of some untouchables, what else does she have to rebuild the noble Southern Temple? Apart from deceiving some unbelievers, she is nothing more than a human being. Just a despicable robber"

Yarantil turned around and said, "Teacher, what do you think of this Mocha palace? This is the birthplace of the civilization of Salander Island, and it is also the place where my ancestor, the great Prophet Fran, rests. If you can If we rebuild the Southern Temple here, I believe it will become a holy place in the hearts of all Salanders."

Yarantil's voice stopped, and he said slowly and calmly, "Of course, the person who serves as the high priest from the south is not the woman from the north, but you, High Priest Feculon."

You will become the savior in the hearts of millions of southerners and the supreme spiritual leader of all Salanders, and my prophecy and identity can easily help you do this. Come on, let us unite, and we will become Salander "Rand's new peak of power" is to be continued.