The Sun King's Evidence

"Magritte, the capital and largest city of Estalia, is also the core of the entire Principality of Magritte." Walking on the streets of Magritte, Ryan looked towards Fedmund and Alf Reid said: "This city is the most important city in Estalia and the seat of the most powerful principality. A hidden natural deep-water port was built here. This city enjoys a reputation as a friendly port around the world. There is a market for all kinds of goods here, attracting merchants from all over the world to trade.”

"Yes, this place is the trade center of Estalia, especially the starting point for many caravans heading for ocean trade." Fedmund was relatively clear about Magritte's situation, and the eldest son of Duke Poseidon was very familiar with this place. The situation was so familiar that he even took over the conversation: "The docks here are usually extremely crowded, and the security here is very good. For many years, the Magritte people have maintained a strong power in the South China Sea and protected the trade in this sea area. They are fair and honest businessmen, and they have gradually become rich through unremitting efforts. Tranquility Harbor is a natural fortress that carefully protects this land. They built two powerful and solid coastal defense towers on the two headlands of the bay. The tower protected the harbor, while the two forts also served as beacons for the harbor.”

"Although the Armada has been destroyed, Magritte still has a relatively large green water navy to protect the security of the port. Their main opponents are the pirates from Sartosa, the Tilean Pirate Principality. They are the group of pirates represented by the daughter of Mannann, Arinasa-Saltwater Hate." Fedmund continued: "This is the end point of the famous trade route 'Silk Road', merchants from Cathay in the Far East They sell silks and spices here, and we Brittanian nobles are the main buyers."

"Yes, Cathay merchants." Ryan nodded. It was very rare to see some Cathay merchants in the old world, usually every ten years. He had never had the opportunity to meet these visitors from the Far East, and he probably never would in the future. He didn't want to see her either.

After seeing the portraits depicting the appearance of the Cathayans, he completely gave up the idea of ​​meeting the Cathayans.

In addition to the Dark Elf, four people, Ryan, Fedmund, Veronica and Alfred, were escorted by a small imperial army and walked on the streets of Magritte.

Magritte has a population of about 35,000, and counting the suburbs and floating population around the city, there are as many as 70,000. The streets are very crowded, and the major squares are full of vendors and merchants selling goods. The people here Enjoying the freedom and sweet air, they are indifferent to the threats of chaos and green skins. It is the tradition of the Magritte people to move leisure and entertainment activities to the streets, including singing, dancing, art, street performances, and street sketching. Ritters spend their days in endless entertainment activities, day, night and dawn.

"The people here are really..." The handsome and resolute Fedmund is the most popular target among the Magritte people. The Holy Grail badge on the chest of this Holy Grail Knight and his silk dress deeply betray his identity. The young girls who were playing in the square came up to chat with them enthusiastically, used fans to say "fan language" to express their love, and gave many small gifts.

At the end of April, the vicious sunshine was enough for the women here to put on refreshing short-sleeved dresses. Faced with the siege of a large number of girls, Fedmund, who had never wavered in the Holy Grail Crusade, behaved quite uneasily. Adapting and scrambling, naturally gained favor.

That's how people are. At first glance, Fedmund looks like a rich, handsome man with a distinguished status. His slight shyness is not only not a demerit, but a plus.

Ryan is actually more likable. The chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake naturally has an unruffled heroic aura and a strong sense of majesty belonging to a superior person, but this Holy Grail Knight obviously has his own plans - — Veronica, who was dressed up in a gorgeous dress, was holding his arm, warning all the women in the square with a look as if she was guarding against wolves.

This man belongs to me!

As for Alfred, who originally looked sunny and enthusiastic, with blond hair and blue eyes, he was the worst one. The Templars were injured in the war with vampires and made him limp. The women of Estalia and All women don't like cripples.

The imperial ambassador is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties. He wears Estalia's dress as the Romans do when he goes to the countryside. He leads the way for Lane and others: "The Oriental Palace is in front, Your Excellency Lane, Your Excellency Fedmund, There you will meet Amancio Perez, the leader of the Estalia Business Alliance, and we will make an appointment for you to have dinner with him.”

"Where is the great mentor?" Ryan asked in a low voice.

"The Grand Master will arrive in the middle of the dinner." The imperial ambassador's attitude towards Ryan was quite respectful, but he was quite arrogant towards the people here, because in Estalia, he has a strong backing Great Empire: "It's just past noon now. Please take a break, or you can stroll around nearby."

"Okay." Ryan nodded, and the Imperial Ambassador opened a large suite in the most exclusive State Guest Hotel for Ryan and others.

What came out to greet Ryan and others was a very beautiful waitress. She looked about twenty years old, with a pair of very smart brown eyes, and long dark brown hair that was very sultry and slender against the backdrop of her hot facial features. Her black eyebrows made her look heroic, and a short dress showed her slender and fiery figure in front of Ryan and others. The waitress bent down to salute, and smiled charmingly at Ryan and others: "Please follow me, from His Excellency Count Laine of Britannia, Baron Federmond, and this gentleman and lady."

"Oh oh oh!" Alfred's eyes lit up, and the Templar took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "Hello, lady, I am Alfred, a Templar from the Church of Justice."

"Sorry, Mr. Alfred." The waitress smiled politely: "I'm sorry."

"Am I lucky enough to know your name?" Alfred immediately started the conversation: "I don't know how to call you."

"My name is Claudia."

The Templar Knight took the opportunity to chat with the maid. Ryan smiled playfully and gave Veronica a wink: "Alfred's spring is here~"

"Just take care of yourself!" Veronica glanced back at Ryan angrily: "What does Alfred's spring have to do with you?"

"I'm just sighing..." Ryan quickly shrugged and admitted defeat.

"Sighing is not allowed!" Veronica stared at Ryan fiercely. The New Year's turkey banquet represented the establishment of Ryan's backyard alliance. They agreed to compete internally and unite to exclude foreigners.

"I'm not interested either, Veronica, I prefer you like this." Ryan could only emphasize. Veronica took his arm. The witch knew Ryan and knew that Ryan was not lying, so she let him go. Got him.

Veronica knew that Ryan's aesthetic sense was obviously slightly different from that of normal people. The waitress named Claudia in front of her had a hot figure, bulging front and back, hot eyes, thick lips, and a high nose bridge. This kind of thing was normal. In the eyes of people, beautiful women are just not ugly. He prefers those with more delicate and sweet looks like Sulia and Veronica.

The waitress took Ryan and others to their room and opened the door: "Then, I'm here. Please have a good rest. If you need anything, you can come to me at the front desk."

"Okay." Ryan said that he understood. The waitress waited there for about ten seconds. Seeing that Ryan didn't say anything to stay, she withdrew with some disappointment.

"Hey~" Ryan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He turned around and asked, "Are any of you interested in going out for a walk before dinner?"

"Ah~ good friend, I feel like I'm in love." Alfred said a little distractedly.

"Ha~ man." Veronica sneered, and the Witch of Gloria said directly: "I'm going to catch up on some sleep, Ryan, you go out for a walk."

After saying that, Veronica kissed Ryan on the face and went back to the room to rest.

"Let me go for a walk with you, Mr. Ryan. I also want to ask you something." Fedmund nodded. Animals like the Holy Grail Knight basically don't get tired.

"Alfred?" Ryan turned his head and looked at his childhood playmate: "Your foot is injured..."

"I think I love her, good friend..."

"You understand love again???!!!" Ryan felt as if the blood vessels in his temples were about to explode, and he complained with black lines all over his head.

"But don't you think she is very beautiful? Oh, those eyes, that figure, and the expression on her face when she received us..." Alfred murmured to himself in a daze: "Oh! She Like a rose with thorns~"

"Feedmund?" Ryan was too lazy to pay attention to him. He said directly to Fedmond.

"Huh?" The Holy Grail Knight also looked pained.

"Is your urine yellow?"

"What?"

"Wake him up, okay? Please."

"...Please forgive me for refusing."

There was an eerie silence in the room. Looking at Alfred who was unconscious, Ryan and Fedmund looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces. Finally, Ryan decided to speak: "Afu?"

"What's wrong?" The Templar thought of something immediately, and he immediately got up from the sofa: "Ryan, good friend, I knew you would be willing to help me, right?! You know women best, hurry up and teach me something. How am I doing? How did you catch Marquis Sulia? Teach me a few tricks!"

"...Afu, what I want to say is that if you want to pursue that waitress, you must hurry up. Otherwise, if she changes her shift, you may never see each other again." Ryan's words made the Templars feel like they were here. When he woke up from the dream, he chanted a magical spell directly in the room. A golden glow illuminated the entire room.

Eight-ring magic, holy healing.

Relying on the effect of holy healing, Alfred ensured that he would not be lame for the time being, and then the Templar walked out with his steps still a little unsteady.

...I am the dividing line with unsteady steps...

Thirty minutes later, Magritte, Central Garden.

This is a sea of ​​flowers, composed of pomegranate flowers and carnations. The garden is full of jugglers performing acrobatics and bards singing heroic deeds, as well as people who can help tourists draw a self-portrait on the spot for just one gold coin. Painters, ladies and children play here, and gentlemen, businessmen and nobles whisper in the garden. Everyone here is well-dressed and full of luxurious and decadent atmosphere. There are many guards at the gate of the garden. No appearance is up to standard. Everyone will be kicked out, and a sign is erected at the door: "Beggars and dogs are not allowed".

So I listened to people from the southern countries advocating freedom all day long, but after actually seeing their "freedom" with my own eyes, I realized that it was not the case at all. The Empire and the Brittanians liked to ridicule the "freedom" of the southern countries.

Near the garden pool, Lane and Fedmund were walking one behind the other.

"Sir Lane, you don't seem to be very optimistic about Mr. Alfred's pursuit of that waitress?" Fedmund first raised the topic.

"Yes, I'm not very optimistic about it." Ryan shook his head: "Waitresses have never been an ideal target, especially those who work in a state hotel like this. Fedmund, if you want to pursue it, you can, Alfred. no."

"Why, can you tell me the reason?" Fedmund was also troubled by marriage. Duke Bodrick chose him as the partner Eva, the granddaughter of Bohemond, Duke of Bastogne, but the Knight of the Holy Grail himself I don’t want to get married so soon, and I’m a little reluctant to get married to a woman I haven’t met a few times.

"The horizons are different." Ryan closed his eyes and smelled the fragrance of carnations: "Think about it, Fedmund, as long as the waitress at the State Guesthouse works at the front desk for a year, she will be exposed to all kinds of things. who?"

Fedmund immediately understood after thinking about it for a moment. The Holy Grail Knight walked to Ryan: "There is no doubt that the great nobles of the human country, the mercenary captains and adventurers with great reputation, and the great masters who control countless trade routes Trench traders, and elves and dwarves.”

"Yes, waitresses, especially waitresses in state hotels, often have this problem, that is, they have seen too much and their vision is too high." Ryan turned his head and looked at Fedmund, and he made a point The eldest son of Duke Bodrick: "That's fine if it's you, but Alfred is just a Templar of the Knights Templar of the Church of Justice, and doesn't even have a fief, so this waitress can like Alfred." The possibility of Red is not impossible, but it is slim."

"Even if she has no qualifications worth mentioning besides being beautiful, she still feels that Mr. Alfred is not up to her standards?" Fedmund completely understood what Ryan meant, and he smiled: "This is too harsh. ”

"But this is the reality. We will not and cannot criticize her, because this is her freedom. I can only say that I am not optimistic about it." Ryan nodded: "This is called the threshold. Since we receive various big shots all year round, this kind of waitress's The emotional threshold is already very high, and it is difficult to impress them by sending flowers or having dinner together, because they have seen too much, and winning the duel competition is not enough."

"Just like Marquis Surya won the knight's conference and then pursued you?" Fedmund suddenly joked: "Everyone said so, the love between Marquis Sulia and you blossomed at that time. ."

"Hahahaha~" Ryan laughed loudly: "You understand what I did to win Lidya Su's heart. What I want to say is that a wife like Lidya Su is worth a lot of effort for you to pursue."

"You are always admirable, Lord Ryan." Fedmund thought thoughtfully. During the period of following Ryan, the Holy Grail Knight learned a lot: "If it were me, maybe I would have communicated with Estalia. Now that the war has begun, I will not spend a whole day rushing to Magritte just to have dinner with the nobles here. If it were me before, I would feel that it was me who lost the Poseidon Trident..."

"You did nothing wrong, and the truth is on your side, so you can take back your things by force as a matter of course?" Ryan leaned on the railing of the garden and said to Fedmund with a smile.

"But you taught me that sometimes the problem is not that simple." Fedmund nodded, and he said with some frustration: "It is always painful to deal with local nobles, especially when I feel that I am the victim. ."

"But it is necessary." Ryan raised his chin. He looked at Magritte's prosperous market and wide streets, as well as the Goddess of War Square and the goddess statue in the square in the distance.

The afternoon sunshine and breeze, as well as the scenery in the garden, are refreshing and make people relax involuntarily.

"That's right... it's necessary. If it weren't for you, I think I would have a conflict with Silva, Duke of Bilibali, a conflict with a vampire, then a conflict with the great alchemist of the empire here, and finally a conflict with the war The Church of the Goddess and the Knights of Magritte are at odds with each other." Fedmund shook his head: "But not only did you perfectly allow us to find the culprit, you also managed to get both sides. In Bilibaly, you successfully obtained the seat. With the help of the Duke of Silva, you were warmly entertained by the Great Alchemist in front of the Imperial Army, and you were an honored guest in Magritte.”

"Feedmund, listen, I will only say these words once." Ryan looked at the people around him and finally decided to speak: "In a complex environment, we have to figure out who is our enemy and who is our enemy." They are our friends, who we should fight for.”

"If they belong to the enemy, we must knock them to the ground resolutely and completely eliminate them. If they belong to our friends, we must tie them to our chariots and advance and retreat with us. We must try our best to win over those who can be won, or at least cannot." Let them surrender to the enemy.”

"For thousands of years, the system established by order is a place where individuals need to suppress and restrain their own personalities. Within the system, personal likes and dislikes are secondary. The most taboo is that many young people feel that they have something in their hands. If you want the truth, challenge the authority." Ryan said earnestly: "No matter whether they really have the truth or not, the outcome of rashly challenging authority under such circumstances will never be good. We need to wait for the opportunity."

"So when is the right time?" Fedmund asked humbly. The Holy Grail Knight in his fifties looked like a junior in front of the God's Chosen Champion in his thirties.

"That is……"

Let’s make a complaint here. It’s not that I haven’t checked the information about Aurora, but the money rat tail, the slender beard, the squinting eyes...you know, whoever likes to write about it, I won’t write about it.