The Sun King's Evidence

Looking at the blood-stained eagle flag in his hand, Ryan's eyes were a little uncertain. He stood up and motioned for Veronica to go out with him first: "You should know about the Red Flame Crusade, which is also the Arabi Jihad, right?"

"Of course, but what does this eagle flag have to do with the Arabi Jihad?" Veronica nodded. The smell of blood in the air made her a little uncomfortable. Seeing Ryan motioning for the two of them to go out, she immediately followed Ryan's footsteps. : "Which knighthood does it belong to?"

The Red Flame Crusade gave birth to more than a dozen knights. Veronica thought that there might be knights she didn't know about?

"No, this knighthood is called the Knights of Magritte, and the eagle flag, spear, and blazing sun are the coat of arms of this knighthood. The birth of this knighthood was precisely because of Arabi's invasion. Estalia A knighthood formed by knights to resist the desert cavalry. At its largest, there were three thousand knights." Ryan began to talk about the origin of the eagle flag.

"Thousands of knights?! Oh my God, these thousands of knights didn't actually build a kingdom of knights?! Do you know that the entire army of the first-generation Knight King Arthur and the first-generation twelve Holy Grail Knight companions only led 8,000 knights!" Wei Ronika couldn't suppress her surprise. Since she came to Ryan's territory to build the wizard tower, she also made a lot of mistakes in the history of Britannia.

"After the fall of Magritte, the Knights of Magritte were officially established. Almost all the knights in Estalia joined this knighthood. They vowed to make the Arabs pay for their debts with blood, so in Chang During the nine-year Liberation War of Estalia, the number of the knights increased, and a large number of imperial knights and Brittanian knights joined the knights." Ryan held the eagle flag in his hand, and the two After walking out of the farm and looking at the sunset, the two looked at each other and smiled. Veronica continued what Ryan said: "It took nine years for the knights to expel all Arabi's troops from Estalia and follow them. Following the retreating desert army, they killed Arabi and cut off the head of King Jafar of Arabi. His palace, which contained countless forbidden knowledge and dark creations, was burned to the ground. At the same time, hundreds of ships were transported away from the desert. Countless gold, silver, precious stones, amber, beeswax, wood, furs and other goods.”

"Yes, both the empire and the knights of Britannia have won astonishing wealth from this battle." Ryan nodded, and he continued: "As a knight of Estalia, Magritte This is even more true for the Knights.”

"Then why?" Veronica asked: "Will this knight order disappear?"

The two men got on their horses and prepared to rush back to Bilibali for the night.

On horseback, Lane continued: "Because of differences."

"The knights of the Order of Magritte not only wanted to expel the Arabis, they also tried to establish a real kingdom of knights in Arabi. To this end, they spent a huge amount of manpower and material resources building castles in the desert, where and split The Arabi tribes fought against each other...but it turned out that they were not a desert people after all. It took many years, and the Knights of Magritte were finally forced to return to Estalia after losing a large number of strongholds."

"What happens after that?" Veronica motioned to Ryan to continue.

"After? This group of knights still didn't want to give up. They continued to raise funds and seek support from the Estalians. At first, the merchants and nobles of these southern countries were also willing to support them, but this will not always be the case. As you know, Veronica, since King Jafar is dead and the unified kingdom has perished, Arabi, which was split into a large number of small tribes, has resumed trade with the old world, and after large profits have been recorded, whether Neither the nobles nor the merchants have any intention of continuing the fight." Ryan smiled bitterly, which was exactly the same as the situation after he defeated Egil Red-Eye.

"So the nobles and businessmen began to suppress this group of knights. The Knights of Magritte began to be subject to a series of legal suppression and additional tax collections. The grand masters and knight captains of the knights began to realize that they had gradually become no longer subject to Welcome, so these knights made a decision."

"The knights decided to go on an expedition. All the knights who were willing to follow the Grand Master to continue the expedition left Estalia by boat and never looked back. At that time, the Grand Master of the Knights of Magritte was on the boat and rushed towards the people who heard the news. All the merchants and nobles issued vicious curses. He loudly stated that the nobles and merchants chose to forget their hatred and give up the opportunity to truly unify Estalia because of some sad immediate interests. Therefore, he named Mir, the goddess of war, The name of Media curses that Estalia will never be unified until the Knights of Magritte return, ever.”

"Obviously, this curse is still in effect today." Veronica nodded. As a southern country, Estalia and Tyrell have never been unified. Estalia is divided into seven city-states that are constantly at war. , no matter how hard the nobles tried, they could not unify.

"Oh? You mean Estalia? That's right! We are all Estalia, but Estalia is just a place name, man, here is Bilibali, there is Magritte, Over there is Zaragoza, where is Estalia? Estalia is only on the map."

——Roberto Vilanova, Estalia merchant

"The situation has become complicated." Ryan frowned. He put the letter in his arms and handed the blood-stained eagle flag to Veronica: "The remaining Knights of Magritte were re-formed through splitting and merging. There are three knights, can you guess which three these knights are?"

Veronica looked at the eagle flag carefully, and the face of the Gloria Witch became more and more ugly: "This pattern, the flying eagle, the flaming sun, and the spear of justice?!"

"Yes, the Knights of Magritte are the parent order of these three orders." Ryan sneered, and he whispered: "If, I mean if, this knight order that has disappeared for four hundred years still exists, And the treasure they want to transport is the Poseidon Trident, so we will be in trouble this time."

"We can only take one step at a time." Veronica's face gradually became ugly, and she even began to want to persuade Ryan to stay away from this whirlpool.

The problem is serious.

The branches of the Knights of the Flying Eagle start from Estalia and spread all over Estalia and Tyrell, the Border Princely Territory and the Empire. This knights order has more than a thousand knights in total!

Although the Knights of the Spear of Justice are not outstanding in combat effectiveness and are mainly responsible for public security, they have established branches in every city in the empire!

The Knights of the Sun are one of the seven major knights of the empire, and are the first-class knights besides the three major knights of the old world! The third largest knight order in the empire, it is also the guardian knight order of Tarabek Territory and Tarabehem city!

As long as there are mistakes in the handling of certain issues, it is very likely to cause an all-out war between Britannia and the Empire!

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Time goes back three hours to the old world, the southern country, Estalia, the Principality of Bilibali, and the Red Bull Hotel.

Holy Grail Knight Fedmund, Templar Knight Alfred and Dark Elf Orica walked into the hotel one after another.

Fedmund instinctively wanted to ask the shop owner directly, but Templar Alfred shook his head. He walked to the bar and threw out three silver coins: "Three glasses of imperial stout, thank you~"

"Of course, sir." The innkeeper took the silver coin and bit it to confirm that it was genuine. He was so happy that he immediately went to pour the wine.

"The silver coins of Estalia are often mixed with other things." Alfred whispered to Fedmund: "Patience, we need to find an opportunity. If you come up and ask directly, the innkeeper will probably Eighty-nine won’t say it.”

"Okay." After seeing Ryan's ability, Fedmund listened to the advice with an open mind. He patiently learned Alfred's conversational skills.

Olika wore a mask on her face, a hood and a hood. Her identity could not be identified. She was just enjoying the peace and heat of the southern country. There were not many people who dressed like this. The guests were all curious. He looked at her carefully, and even many young men were still whistling. They could tell from the dark elf's slim figure and tight collar that she was a woman: "Hey~ Miss, would you like to sit down and have a drink? , I can tell you whatever you want to know, of course, if you like to communicate privately, that’s no problem!”

"Yes, miss, come here quickly~" A drinker laughed happily: "I have a big gun here, ready to fire at any time!"

"Come on, come on~ I think we can discuss bullfighting skills together."

"Miss, are you interested in flamenco music? I heard it in Magritte. Are you interested in discussing it with you?"

“My Estalia paella is so fresh and delicious that we can have dinner together!”

People kept coming up and trying to strike up a conversation, which made Fedmund tire of it. Due to Ryan's instructions, the dark elf could not go on a killing spree and could only raise his hand.

Olika wears a silver ring on her left ring finger, with a mysterious pattern engraved on it.

"Oh! God, this is a free country. Miss, even if you are married, we have the freedom to pursue you!"

"Freedom is guiltless! Be free, this is the land of the free!"

"for freedom!"

The male drinkers were still confused. At this time, the hotel owner spoke. He was a middle-aged fat man. He opened the beer barrel with complicated writing on it and filled it with three glasses of beer: "Okay! You guys , this young lady is obviously married, since she doesn’t like it, you should stop pestering her.”

"No! This is our human right, we have freedom!" a drunkard said loudly.

"Yes! You have your freedom, but this is my shop! If you keep pestering this lady like this, I have the freedom to throw you out!" The hotel owner pulled out the knife on the table and shouted unhappily. Shouting: "Hurry up and pay, or get out of here. This is my property and my freedom!"

"Well~ we want freedom, we want complete freedom." Looking at the knife in the hotel owner's hand, the drunk man was frightened. He scratched his head and returned to his seat.

"The guests are from Britannia in the north, right?" The hotel owner drove away the pester. While cleaning the wooden cups, he chatted casually: "It's really rare that a Knight of the Holy Grail and a Knight of the Templar came to visit me together. little shop.”

"We come from the north, the beautiful and rich kingdom of knights." Alfred took a sip of imperial stout and asked seemingly casually: "We are here to do a business. I heard that people from the north have recently arrived. Are there many knights?"

"Oh, yes, a group of northern knights did come to the hotel recently, but they left this morning." The hotel owner nodded.

Leaving in the morning? Fedmund frowned and didn't catch up?

"Leaved this morning?" Alfred said smoothly: "Huh? That's not right. They made an appointment to meet us, so why did they leave so early in the morning?"

"Oh? Are you their friends? But you don't look like...a Holy Grail Knight or a Templar. Are you chasing them?" Fedmund's look and state aroused the hotel owner. Suspicion, his attitude changed: "Let me tell you, we are in this business and cannot disclose customer information. This is not the Empire and Britannia. This is a free country. You can never expect me to cooperate with your investigation!" "

Oops! Alfred touched Fedmund with his knee under the bar table. He signaled the Holy Grail Knight to relax his expression. Alfred sneered a few times as he was thinking about how to continue the conversation.

At this time, the dark elf took action, and Orica recited the spell silently. She stretched out her hand and tapped it gently in the air. A faint purple-black magic enveloped the hotel owner: "But you must be willing to tell us, Right?"

"Yes... yes, I should tell you." The hotel owner's face fell into a dull expression, and he nodded repeatedly: "I will tell you."

"Then tell me." There was a hint of impatience in the dark elf's beautiful amber eyes.

"They left one person here to wait for news."

"Where is this person?"

"In the basement, in the warehouse on the left."

"let's go!"

The three people immediately stood up and walked quickly towards the basement, leaving the hotel owner who was still confused: "Hey, wait, guests, do you want some wine?"

The three people entered the basement along the dim corridor and found the warehouse on the left.

The Templar stretched out his hand and knocked on the door: "Hello?"

A reply came from the basement: "Who is it?"

"We are the pastors responsible for distributing relief food!" Alfred's green eyes rolled around, and he said in an extremely enthusiastic voice: "I heard that there are people here who need help, and our Justice Church is here to distribute food stamps. , with this food stamp you can go to the church and get a free barley bread and cider!"

"Relief food?!" The person in the room seemed to hesitate for a while, and his voice was hoarse and had a strange charm: "That's just right, I'm hungry. Come in, the door is unlocked."

"Thank you so much..." Alfred opened the door.

The Templars were stunned for a moment, while Fedmund and Orika subconsciously held their weapons.

On the thatch pile in the middle of the basement, there was a human corpse. This wandering knight had been dead for a long time.

A female midnight noble was greedily sucking and gnawing the flesh and blood of the corpse. When she saw someone coming in, she stretched out her sleeves, wiped the blood on her face, and smiled evilly.

"Oh! What a delicious relief food."

"Then I'm welcome."

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