Realm of Power

Date: November 11

"Make the instructor laugh," the fat man replied with an embarrassed look. "I just suddenly realized that in March last year, this place was a battlefield of galloping horses, but in just one year, the city was already full of energy that could not be contained. The scenery of spring makes me feel a little overwhelmed.

"It seems that I misunderstood Your Majesty. Who would have thought that the undefeated Imperial War God on the battlefield would have such feelings as an ordinary person?"

Palstina, who is now the high priest of the sky, curled her lips slightly and said with a slight parting of her red lips.

"I have to thank Your Majesty for this. If it weren't for the help of the Falcon Empire, our Salander Island would still be ravaged by the wars of the Normans.

Refugees have been displaced, the army has lost its city and territory, and the people are living in despair and pessimism, let alone retaking their homeland in the south. I don’t know what year or month it will take.”

"I am also an Ikadiva. How can I just sit idly by and ignore the invasion of foreign races?" The fat man smiled and responded nonchalantly, "The mentor may not know yet, but the south will be recovered soon."

"What? Is this true?"

Hearing the news, Palstina's attractive, round and mature body trembled slightly. Her bright eyes looked closely at the fat man, and her red lips were slightly open, which was particularly attractive.

If it were before, she might still be half-awake and half-suspicious about what this man said, but it is different now. There is really no need for this super figure who created the empire to deceive herself into a small sky sacrifice.

"It's absolutely true." The fat man nodded with an affirmative expression. He raised his hand slightly,

The ten Guards squadron captains dressed as mercenaries nearby "Brush" quickly spread out in unison. This seemingly scattered station actually blocks all the stunning gazes directed towards it.

"My naval fleet has landed at Moralis, the southern port of Salander, and the Southern Army has also broken through the important southern town of Yuansi. You are a southerner and you should know what this means." The fat man said as he stretched out his hand one hand. Seemingly casually, he stretched out his plump palm and gently caught a falling crimson petal.

"It's March now. I'm sure that the Normans will be completely driven out of Salander by the end of May." The fat man closed his fingers and pinched the petals in his hands. The bright sunshine above his head shone on his majestic and domineering body. "I The navy has been sent to cut off the Normandy's retreat, the Southern Army will march straight in, and the Central Army has also set off from the port of Rode. Under the attack of three armies, I believe that the mentor can return to Chaosiyexiang in two months at most. Homeland of the South”

"May... ↓ is the season when the southern sky is most prosperous. If you can climb the largest Rugang Observatory in the south again, Parstina will die and rest in peace." Parstena's face was filled with excitement. Standing up from his seat, his eyes were full of reveries and memories, and a gust of wind blew. Rolling up, the white gauze scarf on Parstina's face immediately made the fat man's eyes light up with her jade-like grace.

"The South is about to be recovered, but because of the geographical and cultural relations, I am ready to restore the Sky Temple's status as the religious leader in the South." The fat man took a deep breath and let go of his brown reverie about men and women, then changed the subject and said, "About the South. I hope you, the high priest, can listen to your opinion on the choice of the person in charge of the Sky Temple."

"It's no wonder. I'm still wondering. How could His Majesty Falcon, who has so many things to do, be in the mood to invite an old woman like me to meet under this crimson tree? I see." It might be the good news that made Palstina My mood became more relaxed, and my speech became less serious than when I first came here, and became more unique.

The 27-year-old Parstina is when a woman is most beautiful and mature, especially her face is a little crimson under the sunlight at this moment, like a ripe apple in autumn, and her plump chest is also flushed due to the rush. Ups and downs, everything reminded Fatty of that extraordinary night, and he couldn't help but feel very sorry for such a beautiful woman to protect the doctrine of the temple.

Palstina lowered her head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised her head and said, "Has your Majesty ever heard Nile mention the origin of the North-South conflict?"

"I did say that before," the fat man nodded, and said based on his own memories, "Sea trade is prevalent in the south of Salander Island. It has always been a prosperous place with a developed culture and economy, and the population is several times that of the north. The north is a barren mountainous area, and most of the lords are small nobles with no power.

Therefore, although they are both Salanders, the southerners have always looked down on the northerners. In addition, the sea exits to the continent of Obarro are all in the south, so the north had to pay a great price and endure hardships from the southerners before they could pass. The southern ports sold goods, and over hundreds of years, the situation where the north and the south were opposed to each other was formed."

"Since Your Majesty knows the origin of the dispute between the North and the South, why do you want to restore the status of the Sky Temple in the South?" Parstina looked at the fat man with a faint expression. "Your Majesty wants to place the center of rule in the north, why not directly place the Sky Temple in the north?" The main hall of the temple is also set up in the north. As it is now, all temple priests, regardless of north and south, have a unified main worship hall. This is not only conducive to the development of the Sky Temple, but also prevents Salander from falling into In the awkward situation of the North-South confrontation, "

"The instructor is right, but not all Salanders think so." The fat man's face was solemn and he smiled bitterly. "It's okay in the northern region. Nilai's Northern Autonomous Region can calm some Salanders to the greatest extent." With her pride, the Salanders who are unwilling to surrender to the empire can find a place to live in her.

But it's different in the south. The 3 million Salanders who have been bullied by foreign races have countless accumulated grievances. At this moment, they are like a bursting volcano suddenly erupting. They attack the Norman soldiers in groups without any hesitation. Kill anyone who has anything to do with the alien race without mercy."

The fat man's voice stopped, and his face was so heavy that he wanted to drip water. "As long as the target is a foreigner, they will turn into a beast. According to the report of the Southern Army, in the last month alone, non-Normans died at their hands." One thousand four hundred people, those merchants who migrated from the Oubaluo continent, most of them brought their families with them, civilians, women, and children were all killed mercilessly by them."

"Why is this happening? Your Majesty, are you sure you are not mistaken?"

Palstina's face turned a little pale. In her impression, southerners have always been a peaceful and friendly ethnic group. They are enthusiastic, hardworking and brave. They don't look like people who can do such a thing.

"There is nothing surprising about this. Any nation that suffers will have such bloodthirsty scenes of people and beasts. In fact, they are all the same." The fat man comforted Palstina and said, "What I want is that once my army takes over the south, region, for them what is the difference between our Falcon army and the Normans?

Now that the Normans are almost finished, there are too many careerists involved in this uncontrollable rebellion. For their own benefit, they will definitely turn their spearhead in the direction of the Falcon Empire soon.

In order to stabilize the floating hearts of the south, we must establish a spiritual leader for them to rely on the most. Unless I, like the Normans, controlled all the southern Salanders by force, I believe that my mentor does not want to see that again. It’s a scene, but without a person of great prestige, I’m afraid that this kind of bloody situation is inevitable.”

"In that case. Your Majesty, let me go." Parstina raised her head, and on her cheeks covered with white sand, a pair of beautiful and persevering eyes shone. "I am the high priest of the north and a native of the south. In addition to Apart from me, the entire temple can’t find the most suitable candidate.”

"No, mentor, you can't go, it's too dangerous." The fat man shook his head like a rattle. It was very inconsistent with his style to send such a beautiful woman to such a dangerous place. What's more, if Nilai asked, How can I explain myself?

"As a priest who serves the God of the Sky and can save countless of his people by myself, I really have no reason to refuse," Parstina insisted with a resolute expression.

"I will explain to Nilai. I believe that with the protection of His Majesty's army, I will not be in danger." Parstina continued to insist when she saw that the fat man was silent.

"This..." Looking at Parstina's beautiful face full of determination, the fat man really couldn't help but refuse.

"In that case, I'll leave the South to you." The fat man stood up, took off a heraldic ring from his finger, handed it to Palstina with a solemn expression, and solemnly said, "I will order the Southern Army to I will fully cooperate with you. From now on, in addition to military affairs, you will serve as my special envoy and have the power to make decisions on the entire southern affairs. If necessary, you can use this to mobilize the Central Army."

"This is your Majesty's royal heraldry ring..." Parstina stared at the ring with the wings of a falcon in the fat man's hand for a while, a trace of excitement flashed on her face, but Soon it disappeared again,

"Your Majesty's troops are all elites who have fought all over the continent. I believe that with their protection, I will not be in danger." A touching and beautiful smile appeared at the corner of Parstina's mouth, her voice paused and she said, "I don't I like war, and I don’t like killing, but I also know that when a sharp sword is unsheathed, it will inevitably see blood, so please take back this kind of thing, Your Majesty."

Parstina turned her back and still walked towards her carriage not far away. The bright spring light in March shone through the crimson petals falling from the sky, shining on her beautiful back, like a dreamy and beautiful smile. , it still remains in Fatty’s mind at this moment

"Teacher..." The fat man looked at the carriage that quickly disappeared from the street under his eyes, and felt silent in his heart. The spring in March is so short.