Realm of Power

As the carriage moved forward, a circular building with a colorful dome gradually came into view. This was a small hilltop flat land. Salander soldiers holding long guns stood along the road on both sides, patrolling back and forth.

Seeing the horse team approaching under the banner of Lhasa City, a dozen Mamunuks with flying hooves suddenly ran out from the gate, with a flag-like hanging behind them whistling in the wind, like a A colorful flag embroidered with the coat of arms representing their respective identities.

"Is the beautiful Miss Nile in the car?"

At the front of the cavalry, a handsome young knight with blond hair and several three-color round center flags hanging on his back, along with several arrogant and domineering Mamunuks, reined up their horses in front of the carriage to block the way. There was a burning fire in his eyes towards the carriage, and he looked like one of Nilai's suitors.

When he saw Fatty's harmless, silly and honest face peeking out of the carriage, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he said sternly, "Who are you, and why are you on the carriage in Lhasa City?"

"This is the carriage of the Vic family. Lhasa City has been merged into the Vic Territory. Don't you know?" Fatty rolled his eyes at the knight who was confused about the situation. Lhasa City has been merged into the Vic Territory. Only a few people knew about it. After hearing Fatty's answer, the Mamunuks looked at each other and said, "You are the lucky country bumpkin, Wexton."

The handsome Mamunuk looked at the fat carriage up and down with provocation in his eyes, and even the title "lucky country bumpkin" was obviously contemptuous.

In the hearts of these proud Mamunuks, the only one who could kill the Wild Wolf Housavis was a heroic Mamunuk. No one expected that the Wild Wolf, one of the nine commanders of Normandy who dominated the battlefield, Housavis did not die in the hands of a Mamunuk, but died in front of his eyes. Such a stupid fat man made these self-righteous Mamunuks feel very embarrassed.

Regarding the previously heard statement that Fatty single-handedly attacked hundreds of Normandy cavalry and killed Housavis with an arrow from dozens of meters away, these Mamunuks even sneered. This was too mysterious.

Who is Housavis? It is recognized that he is one of the most cunning generals among the Normans and is best at guerrilla warfare. I don’t know how many famous Mamunuks were dragged around in circles during the pursuit and then ambushed to death. How could such a person be possible? Killed by a brave guy in a head-on battle

“Houssavis’s death was not worth it.”

The young knight withdrew his gaze, shook his head with a face full of reluctance, and said with disdain, "I don't know what despicable means you used to let that cunning guy Housavis die in your hands, otherwise you would be like this." No matter how many 10,000 country bumpkins there are, they still can't kill Housavis."

"A bunch of self-righteous guys." Regarding the arrogance of this young Mamunuk, the fat man replied with a sneer, "Old luck is good. Why, just kill a Housavis with a random knife on the road. If you have the ability, you are Kill one and see”

The light knight did not expect that Pang, as a noble, would be so shameless. His face turned red from the irritation, his arms trembled, and he raised the 2-meter-long Mamunuk cavalry spear in his hand in the distance.

Pointing at Fatty from a distance of more than ten meters, he said, "I swear with the honor of a Mamunuk, I will fight you, and I will use your blood to wash away the shame I suffered."

"Well said, for this kind of guy who only relies on luck to steal military honors, only the heroic Mamunuk can expose him." Next to him was an officer wearing the uniform of a Salander cavalry captain, among a dozen Mamunuks. Yelling loudly, the horses dispersed, blocking the path of the cavalry. They obviously wanted to see fat jokes.

"I know him. His name is Rental. He was the runner-up in the Mamunuk Competition last year. He is very influential among the young nobles in Kyoto. With his superb combat skills and good appearance, he is the dream of many noble ladies. "Lover," Nilay reminded in a low voice, with a hint of worry in her tone.

After being around Fatty during this period of time, and especially the stimulation of the fall of the goshawk Avize, Nilai, who used to have illusions about Mamunuk, has long been dissatisfied with these guys who know how to make things behind closed doors. disgusted,

But it is undeniable that Mamunuk's single combat effectiveness is still very objective, at least not worse than the orthodox knights of Ikadiva. Although she has seen Fatty's almost superhuman combat effectiveness, Nilai still feels a little worried. It has nothing to do with her. , if you care about yourself, you will be in chaos

"presumptuous"

A thunderous shout

A guard squadron leader who was responsible for guarding the carriage next to the carriage had already galloped his horse to meet Mamunuk's spear like a cluster of arrows. The sharp Samor sword turned into a swift streak of light and became entwined with the young knight's spear. ,

"Bang, bang, bang." Amidst several crisp collisions, there was a painful groan, and a tragic smell of blood floated in the wind.

"Is anyone injured?" Nilai looked at the scene outside the window in horror. In just a few breaths, the extremely sharp Samor sword was like a cold wind blowing, giving people a chilling feeling.

At the beginning, the fight was evenly matched, and both of them lost. But when the captain of the Samor Guards squadron pulled out the second Samor sword from behind with a grin, the situation for the runner-up in the Mamunuk Competition took a turn for the worse. ,

The light of the sword fell like a storm, and Squadron Samor's powerful and heavy slashing with both swords was too much for the Mamunuk runner-up. Even the man and the horse were shaken and fell back again and again. This terrible fighting method cost one's life. , completely treating this place as a bloody battlefield, killing people with swords and swords. If it weren't for this runner-up's really solid skills, he would have been split in half long ago.

From time to time, there were exclamations from the surroundings. A dozen carriages inlaid with various family crests stopped outside the door. Pairs of pairs looked at the door with doubts and excitement, and at the same time they focused on the mark on the door.

The Mamunuk cavalry who were shouting domineering just now are now as pale as paper, and they all imagine that in this situation, their own embarrassment will only become worse.

This is now the most eye-catching place in the north. There are not only 16 lords, but also thousands of retainers. Those who can come here are those with status.

These high-ranking nobles were looking at the black-armored cavalry next to the mysterious carriage in front of them with doubtful eyes. The fine scale mail on the Samor guards shone dimly in the sun, mysterious and terrifying.

That kind of calm and neat figure, with an inexplicable sense of pressure, can only be felt by soldiers who have actually been on the battlefield.

"Who are these black-armored cavalry?" The fallen carriage curtains covered a pair of somewhat sinister eyes.

"I don't know, but I'm sure that these are real warriors." In the carriage, a dignified old man withdrew his solemn gaze. His gray hair was neatly tied up and shiny, and his cuffs were embroidered with a golden coat of arms representing noble status. , opposite him, sat a middle-aged man with a somewhat similar appearance.

As the last existing grand duke in northern Salander, the 64-year-old Duke of Oder may be the most low-key lord. His territory is in the northwest mountainous area of ​​the Salander Wild Horse Plain, which is the center of the Hengduan Mountains. Stretching and beautiful, it is recognized as the most beautiful territory in Salander.

The only disadvantage is that it is not close to the sea and the roads are not smooth. All products must be transported across the mountains by horse teams and then transported to the seaside area for distribution. This results in them having to pay more taxes for their products than other territories.

This has always been the most troublesome problem for the Duke of Russia and Germany. Especially since the Normandy navy invaded the north, sea transportation has been canceled in the coastal territories. The situation in Russia and Germany has worsened. The things they have hoarded cannot be sold, and the things they want cannot be sold. I can't buy it. This time I attended the meeting of northern lords. Not only did the old duke attend in person, he also brought his son.

"Father, according to the news we received from our exploration in Lhasa City, there seems to be some unpleasant things happening between the Marquis of Vicseton, who returned from Vikia, and the new Northern Governor, Duke Sofedo."

The middle-aged noble looked respectful and said, "Judging from Mamunuk's behavior, the new governor seems to be too eager for revenge. He ignored such an important meeting and humiliated a lord in public. What a child's play." "

"Such a bad idea, I'm afraid it wasn't that big idiot Sodofei who could have come up with it." The old Duke tapped his fingers on the armrest of the carriage seat and curled his lips in disdain.

"Without the approval of the Ministry of Military Affairs, how dare these Mamunuks dare to act so arrogantly? There is probably someone from the Ministry of Military Affairs behind this matter."

"Ministry of Military Affairs?" The middle-aged noble looked stunned and said after a while, "Father, you mean, the new Hutubein administrator, Marquis Ferok?"

"That's a poisonous snake," the old Duke said angrily, pressing his slightly aching temple with his hand, as if he remembered something unpleasant.

On the outer screen of the third-story attic in the courtyard in the distance, two figures are watching the battle at the door.

One of them is a young nobleman with a burly physique and a rather handsome appearance. There is an unconcealable frivolity in his eyes. He is the new northern governor Duke Sodofei. Next to him, a bald man wearing a blue noble military uniform The middle-aged man was looking into the distance, his slender eyes filled with the pride of having succeeded in his conspiracy.

"Haha, Lord Ferlock, your strategy is so clever."

Seeing the final defeat of the Mamunuk cavalry at the hands of the black-armored cavalry, Duke Sodofei was not angry but happy, with a sly smile on his lips.

"Not only did that bastard Vic Seton lose face in front of so many big shots, but also made Mamunuk have a grudge against him. With the virtues of guys like Mamunuk, they can't find a way to get it back, then I really saw a ghost

"If you die in the duel, that would be perfect. Not only can I get Vic and Lazar, but maybe even the beautiful Nilei will fall into my arms," ​​Sodofei said with a proud smile.

"There are still more than a dozen small lords like Vic Seton in the north. They are not worthy of the Duke's care. Letting several big families in the north become the bloodline to support Kyoto as soon as possible is what we need to pay most attention to."

The bald middle-aged man turned around and waved to the guard behind him. He waited until the guard left before continuing.

"I hope the Duke will still remember the instructions given by Lord Carollileg when he left Kyoto. Our most important task this time is not only to unify the resources of the north, but more importantly, to consolidate the trade rights between the northern lords and Wikiia. Holding it in your hands is a transaction worth millions of gold coins. The adults in Kyoto urgently need this money to make up for the losses in the southern battle."

"Of course, I have never dared to slack off in response to Lord Carollileg's instructions." Duke Sodofei said with a flattering face, "I have already made arrangements. At this meeting, I will use the Kyoto royal family's In the name of taking back the foreign trade rights of these lords.”

"500 Mamunuks are arranged outside the palace. Who is Wuluan? If anyone is disobedient, I will..." Sodofe sneered at the corner of his mouth and made a killing gesture with his hand.

“Hope everything goes well”

Seeing the confident Sodofei turn and leave, the bald new administrator breathed a rare sigh of relief. His eyes once again glanced at the unique black carriage downstairs, and he felt his heart skip a beat for no reason.

At this critical juncture, the Kyoto royal family sent him to Hutu Beien, located in the center of the north, not only because of his ability in military affairs, but also because he was a well-known ruthless figure in the Salander Military Department, not only in Kyoto He has a lot of connections, and also has a good nickname "Venomous Snake"

The incident at the front door did not affect Fatty's enthusiasm for the beautiful building in front of him.

On both sides of the main entrance are twelve giant stone sculptures, some of them male and female, each with their own wonderful postures. The only thing that is the same is that they are either supported by their hands or carried on their backs, and they are all supporting the vaulted roof of the sky, forming an overall structure. The wonderful building made of white stone gives people the purest texture and appearance.

In the center of the temple is a huge circular ceiling with a diameter of a hundred feet, in which a star map is built with seven-color stones. The largest number is black stone, which of course represents the dark night sky; stones of various colors representing starlight are scattered all over it. , like being in a starry night sky

Nilai held Fat's hand and stopped at the door of the Cangqiong Palace.

"My uncle has always wanted this place to be a pure land, but he didn't expect that now it would become a place where dirty power is divided." Nilai glanced at the statues with complicated eyes. "These are the twelve star gods in the sky. They represent With the twelve directions guided by the sky, we Salander will not be lost in the vast sea. But now. "

Walking into the white palace door, dozens of people of all kinds gathered in clusters here and there in the hall. Waiters holding fruit wines shuttled back and forth, including knights in armor and paunchy nobles. There are spirited young men and cunning-faced old men.

Surrounding the large circular star map in the center of the temple are fourteen long tables. The tables are filled with all kinds of fruits and fine wines, but there is no meat. Behind the tables is a thick white wool blanket. For people to sit on the ground. Showing the romantic and unrestrained feelings of the Salanders

Most of the hall is occupied by young women dressed up in gorgeous clothes. They are all pretty and pretty on average, with especially white and soft skin. In addition, the skirts unique to their Salander dancers are very sexy, so they have bare shoulders and plump breasts. The chest muscles embellish the feast with a voluptuous and sexy look, which further contrasts the coldness and ugliness of war.

"What's going on?"

The moment Fatty walked into the hall, he wondered if he had gone to the wrong place. A Salander dancer, who was as pretty as snow and dressed in thin sand, was almost dancing in the euphemistically twisted and exotic Salander tune. Passing by the fat man with his shoulders crossed, the high-speed trembling buttocks brought out a pleasant sound of bells, and the shining eyes were absolutely seductive.

"It doesn't matter. This is the custom of our Salander people. The enchanting Salander dancers are the most important factor in the success of the banquet." Nilai next to her took two glasses of light red wine from the waiter with a smile on her face and handed them to her. Go to Fat Hands

"We have a proverb in Salander that everything can be settled at a banquet. Whether it is war or diplomacy, the figure of the Salander dancer is always the most beautiful scenery."

"This custom is so awesome." Fatty's heart swayed for a while, his eyes blurred as he glanced at the buttocks of a voluptuous Salander dancer, and he secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His eyes were full of beautiful voices, what could not be discussed?

"I'll go over there first. There are some old friends there," Nilai whispered in Fatty's ear and pointed to the banquet on the left.

A group of girls wearing aristocratic dresses were gathering there. They looked like the wives of some big shots.

"Hi bro,"

A guy who was passing by Fatty suddenly looked excited when he saw Fatty. He gave Fatty a bear hug on the spot. His big mouth was full of alcohol, and Fatty almost spit out the spray.

Fatty had heard from Nilai that this guy with a black spot under his left eye socket was called Legos, and he was the lord of Beidik, a port city in the northwest of Salad.

It is said to be a port city, but it is actually a few large fishing villages. Since the opening of sea trade between Vikia and Salander, this guy with a head full of gold coins almost lost his ancestral treasure in order to build a route from Beidik to Lhasa City. The castle was sold, because his strength was really not that good, and no one paid attention to him at the banquet. He was running around with a wine glass.

Now I caught a fat man who was also lonely, and the two of them looked at each other with sympathy.

This guy talks funny, and occasionally mixes in some country slang. He doesn't look like a lord at all, and he almost matches the fat character.

The two ignored the constant contemptuous glances from the nobles next to them and chatted contentedly.

Suddenly, Legos raised his red nose and said mysteriously

"Have you heard that this time even the Vekians on the other side of the strait have sent an envoy, led by the most beautiful woman in the west of Ikadiva, Miss Maumona Qing? The meeting has not yet started, and Legos is already a bit tongue-tied. "If I can be appreciated by such a beauty, it will be worth dying for."

Fatty was silent for a while. If this was a dead person, then he had died countless times.

"Fuck you, Miss Mao Monaqing, someone like you can covet her." Just when Fatty was speechless, a handsome young Salander noble grabbed Legos's clothes from the side. collar,. . h

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