South of Salander, Temple of the High Priests of Sidon

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the high spires of the towers at the corners of the sacrificial hall, and the roofs of the central cluster of buildings were also illuminated in gold. The bright yellow sun shines through the lattice glass of the roof and falls on the wall below the room, and the colorful patterns seem to be in an empty theater, playing silent light and shadow in the dark.

This is one of the largest sky sacrificial temples in the south of Salander, on the steps of the temple at the top of the mountain, several white doves with wings fluttered up from the steps, broke through the open space and buildings in front of the sacrificial temple, or landed on the exquisite sculptures of the pillars of the walls, or landed on the edge of the fountain, making cooing sounds, pacing back and forth leisurely, the entire sacrificial temple, as if immersed in a different plane from the mortal world, time passed slowly.

The fat man's gaze wandered over the magnificent murals in the corridor of the sacrificial hall,

Next to him, there was Parschena, the sky priest who had just volunteered to come to the south, and seemed to be still immersed in the painful memories of the south full of melancholy.

The beautiful sky sacrificed Parschena's gaze, staring intently at the mural, and the veil that had covered her face for many years was also removed, revealing a beautiful face like the rain of the empty mountain,

Her chin is a little pointed, and her straight nose bridge shows her strong and unyielding character. A long black and silky hair was draped over her shoulders from both sides of the sacrificial white hood, shining with an enviable luster, and the crescent-like slender moth eyebrows frowned slightly, gently picking up on both sides, like a small butterfly about to fly,

Underneath the moth eyebrows are a pair of smart and deep eyes, which turn as they look at the murals on the wall. But the fat man couldn't understand what her eyes meant, maybe it contained too much meaning,

In the neatly marble-paved courtyard outside the corridor, several Guards officers were huddled around and whispered. Several war horses decorated with gorgeous vests stood quietly at the side door of the sacrificial hall, dozens of guards were straight and did not squint, the atmosphere of the sacrificial hall was a little dignified, and the faces of these high-ranking generals in the courtyard were not very good-looking. They whispered as they looked down the corridor from time to time.

The armor on these guards was black, and the sun shone on them. There was a faint chill, and on the right shoulder of the armor, there was a silver eagle wing emblem, although there were not many of them. However, as soon as you stop here, there is naturally an atmosphere of solemnity.

Seeing their standard armor, any guard will retreat, and everyone knows it. That is the symbol of the Falcon Majesty's personal guard, which represents the military spirit of the Falcon army, which has the right to make its own decisions, and only accepts personal guards from the orders of the Falcon Majesty.

There was also a bit of icy wind that swept through the corridors between the empty temples, bringing up puffs of gray dust. Silently sprinkled on Parschena's white robes, leaving speckled marks on them. The barren temple courtyard was overgrown with waist-high weeds, and the ruined and mutilated statues loomed in the weeds

Parschena stopped in the corridor of the courtyard, gazed affectionately at the desolate courtyard in front of her, and whispered with gratitude on her face, "I am grateful to His Majesty for being able to accept the southerners who are conservative and suffering with a tolerant mind like the ocean, and a monarch with such a heart as His Majesty Xià has such a heart, not even in the entire continent,

When I came, I was still thinking, if there was a conflict between His Majesty and the Southerners, which side should I be on? One is the hero who saved Salander, and the other is my compatriots, and now it is good, His Majesty's generosity makes most of the Southerners feel the goodwill from the Empire, and along the way, I see many Southerners who have moved to the center, who have left this land full of their suffering, and will start a new life there."

"The Mentor is too worried, whether it is a southerner or a northerner, they are all Salanders!They are all my people, how can I raise a butcher's knife against them!"...,

The fat man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said with a calm expression, "I once said that I would bring peace to Salander instead of bloodshed, the Salander Southerners are not my enemies, this is a heroic people, they once resisted the invasion of the Norman enemy unyieldingly, nearly 300,000 Salander warriors died in the war with the Normans, of which 200,000 were southerners,

But in the end, it was the former royal family who chose to abandon them in order to save themselves, and let them be abused by the Normans! They have lost their trust in the royal family physically and mentally, and it is unrealistic to want them to be loyal to the Falcon Empire at once! I believe that with the inspiration of the mentor and time, their views will be changed!"

The fat man's voice stopped, and he quietly pulled the corner of his clothes so as not to be blown away by the wind, looked up at the sun overhead, and said with a stern expression. I issued an amnesty for the Normans who infiltrated the mountains and forests to become robbers during their time, and brought in a large amount of relief food, and allowed them to migrate to the north-central region, if any of the southerners are willing to join the Falcon Army, we are also very welcome, in fact, for the more than 100,000 Salanders who were trafficked to the continent of Obarro, I am also trying to negotiate with the Normans, I believe they will return home soon!

Hearing the fat man's words, even Parschena, who had always sought to be elegant and inactive, could not hide the excitement in her heart, looked at the fat man with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said gratefully, "If this is the case, based on this alone, all southerners will sincerely belong to His Majesty!"

"I'm in charge of the negotiations, but it's my duty to stabilize the affairs of the south!" the fat man let out a hearty laugh when he looked at the moving "mentor" in front of him.

Seeing from a distance that His Majesty the Falcon attached the Sky Sacrifice to the carriage, the Admiral Dustrunkai, who was waiting outside, straightened his collar and stepped forward to report to the fat man in a low voice, "Your Majesty, good news, two of the three fleets we sent to O'Barro have already replied, and Si Egeng's detachment has arrived at the inland islands of the Aubarro continent according to the expected route, and the Frye detachment has also sent the news of success, they have not only arrived at Obarro, but also obtained control of a port."

"It's just that there is no news from the Enke detachment yet, and the subordinates are worried about ......," Dustrenkay's face darkened slightly, and his tone was uncertain

"Say, what's going on?" The fat man who was smiling just now suddenly had a gloomy face, a detachment is at least one dragon-class and 2 dragon-tooth warships, not to mention the supply ships that will be brought with him, such a loss is indeed a bit painful for the Imperial Navy that has just had some family background

"They may have deviated from course, so the subordinates are worried that they may have gone south to Normandy......" Dustrenke boldly predicted (to be continued). If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )