Tome of Blood

Dense forests stretch for thousands of miles, and green fields stretch as far as the eye can see.

At the bay, there are densely populated houses surrounded by towering castles. Although it is not as prosperous as the Yunet countries, it already looks like a medieval metropolis.

The Grand Duchy of the North, Winterhold.

As the northernmost capital city among the Miria kingdoms, it is not as cold as many people think. On the contrary, because it is close to the coast and affected by the warm currents of the Star, Moon and Sea, it has a relatively mild and humid climate.

However, because of the higher latitude, the winter here is longer, so this city has such a name.

On the bustling streets, the tall Isaac Cavalry stood tall and proud, lined up on both sides, escorting the envoys from Castells, attracting curious glances from the surrounding residents.

At the front of the team, a northern noble with a rugged appearance and gorgeous clothes was riding a tall horse, talking and laughing with the handsome elves riding side by side:

"Haha, Sir Sebastian, I have admired your name for a long time. I have heard of your name as early as when I was a child. The legendary 'Crimson Blade' that runs across the black land of East Unite. I really didn't expect it. He has actually become the staff of Count Castells! Welcome to Winterfort! Please treat this place as your own home! My brother has prepared a sumptuous dinner in the castle and is waiting for the arrival of you and Lord Lottie! "

"Your Excellency, Marquis, you are so polite. I still remember that when I came here last time, this place was just a village on the edge of a swamp. I didn't expect that in just a few hundred years, this place would have turned into a prosperous city."

"Hahahaha, Lord Sebastian, for a being like you, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, but for humans like us, four or five generations have already passed!"

"To be able to build such a city in a swamp in only four or five generations is a feat."

"Hahahahaha..."

The two were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Sebastian had an elegant and decent smile on his face, but his thoughts were already racing in his heart.

Margrave Vladimir, a battle mage at the level of the blazing sun, is also the younger brother of the contemporary Grand Duke of the North, Stefan Sobieski, and the second-largest figure in the North.

Being able to send such important royal nobles to greet Castel's envoys is enough to show that the Grand Duke of the North attaches great importance to them.

Thinking of this, Sebastian couldn't help but look at Marquis Vladimir's clothes.

Exquisite silks and satins, beautiful inlays, typical Yunet aristocratic costumes, only more gorgeous and exaggerated.

Not only that, he also wore a lot of jewelry on his body, which looked very jeweled and eye-catching.

This is probably the tradition of people in the north loving accessories, but in the eyes of the elves and Yunaites, dressing up like this is a bit exaggerated.

Obviously, as rumored, the unified Northern Grand Duchy is very attracted to the culture of the Yunet countries.

This outfit and the poor Yunet accent in lingua franca all prove that Archduke Stefan is indeed promoting "Yunatization".

Not only Marquis Vladimir, but the shadow of Yonite culture can be seen everywhere in this Winter Fortress.

With a quick glance, Sebastian could see many commoners and nobles wearing Yunet costumes, and Yunet shops were doing brisk business. Even the architectural style of Winterfort actually had some of the Yunet elements. Characteristics of pointed arches.

This... is probably the backward culture's yearning for and learning from the advanced culture, right?

Sebastian sighed in his heart.

Just a hundred years ago, the people of the North were just a loose tribal alliance. They were either hunters and herders, or pirates and bandits who only knew how to plunder. Years of war were the main theme of this land.

But now, these have completely ended with the unification of the North.

This even reminded Sebastian of the time when the elves first set foot on the continent of Miria.

Probably... at that time, humans learned from the elves, just like the people in the north learn from the Yunaites now, right?

However, one is the yearning of backward culture for advanced culture, while the other is the enlightenment of advanced civilization on barbaric civilization.

Thinking of this, Sebas couldn't help but look at the Marquis in front of him.

He also has some understanding of the history of the North.

If you want to ask who is the hero of ending the division of the Northern Territory, it is undoubtedly the Sobieski family to which the Northern noble in front of you belongs.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the gods that the Sobieski family had three wise lords in a row over the past century, and finally completed the great cause of unifying the northern territory.

And now, the young Grand Duke of the North, Stefan Sobieski, has surpassed his father and grandfather. Not only has he brought advanced knowledge and culture from the south to the north, but he also wants to completely transform religion and thought. Unite.

It was precisely this that finally led to this visit from the Castel family.

As for Sebastian, his original intention was just to take the opportunity to preach in the North and at the same time win the support of the Grand Duchy of the North in the succession conflict for the Fallen Star Throne.

Of course, now that the True Ancestor has awakened from his slumber and his strength has improved, whether he asks for help is no longer so important to him. At most, it is just the icing on the cake.

However, in addition to preaching, he now has a new mission.

Thinking of this, Sebastian's eyes fell on the surrounding residents who were looking at the envoys curiously, and asked calmly:

"Speaking of which, I heard that in the north, there seem to be many tribes that worship totems, ancestors and even tell legends?"

After hearing Sebastian's words, Marquis Vladimir snorted, curled his lips, and said with some contempt:

"Humph, they are just a bunch of stubborn fools who put their hopes in illusory things, but forgot to revere the true God!"

After saying that, he raised his head, drew a symbol of the Holy Royal Court crookedly on his chest, and smiled at Sebastian:

"I made you laugh, Mr. Sebastian. Only a respected holy believer like you can bring divine teachings to our desolate northern territory."

After recalling the other party's behavior and behavior along the way, Sebastian pursed his lips, and then said apologetically:

"Sorry, Your Majesty the Marquis, there is one thing I think I must admit first. In fact, I am not a believer of the Holy Royal Court. The envoys coming this time were also personally appointed by the lord, and did not receive permission from the Theocracy or the Crescent Diocese. instructions.”

Marquis Vladimir was suddenly stunned.

He couldn't help but look at Sebastian again, and after realizing that his expression didn't look fake, he laughed dryly and said:

"Ahem...it doesn't matter. In fact, I just believed in the great God. Well...it's okay. It's okay. It's better to say...it's better not to have instructions from the diocese and the clerical state. Hahaha, don't worry about this. If it's true, If you want to invite the bishops of the ecclesiastical country or the diocese to come and preach the glory of God, my brother has already written a letter to the chief priest of the Holy Royal Court."

Seeing the other party's reaction, Sebastian suddenly understood.

Sure enough, as the True Ancestor Mian had judged, the Grand Duke of the North did not really want to promote the faith of the Holy Royal Court to the land of the North.

He just wanted to unify the thoughts of the Northern Territory, and by the way, he chose the Holy Royal Court that was the hardest to reach the Northern Territory, but at the same time the most powerful, and the most convenient for the Northern Grand Duchy to integrate into the southern world.

"Um... Mr. Sebastian, since you don't believe in the Holy Royal Court, why do you follow Mr. Earl of Castel? Could it be... that you still believe in the Moon God?"

Vladimir asked curiously.

Sebastian's eyes moved slightly. He considered for a moment and was about to answer, but there was a sudden commotion at the front of the motorcade.

The team suddenly stopped, and Marquis Vladimir frowned and said dissatisfiedly:

"What happened? Why did you stop?"

Soon, the tall and powerful Isaac Cavalry came to reply:

"Your Majesty the Marquis, there are several children from the tribe who are making trouble in front."

"Tribe? Which tribe?"

Marquis Vladimir's expression suddenly became ugly.

"Okay...it seems to be the Linhai tribe that has converted, and the Free Alliance on the other side of the strait."

Cavalry Isaac replied.

"Freedom Alliance? That Freedom Alliance again? These guys without faith! What a bunch of idiots who don't understand etiquette!"

Marquis Vladimir cursed.

After speaking, he bowed slightly apologetically to Sebastian:

"Sorry, Sir Sebastian, they are a group of uncivilized savages in our northern border. I will send people to drive them away right now!"

With that said, he got off his horse and walked forward.

Free Alliance?

Sebastian's heart moved slightly.

He pondered for a moment, then also turned over and dismounted.