"May the glory of the past Crusaders protect your soul and body. From now on, you will wear a red robe and become the most powerful and virtuous holy knight in the world. We will follow you whether we live or die, spreading happiness and light to us. In every inch of land we set foot on, we will plant the sacred and majestic Crusader flag in the capital of every rebellious country..."
With the blessing of the Western Pope, Ryan put on a bright red crown, and a blood-red knight's armor on his body. There was also a war horse in red armor standing at the door, and the saddle on the horse's back was also There is a red flag fluttering in the wind, with the medieval crusade emblem engraved on it.
"congratulate!"
"Congratulations to Young Master Lane on becoming the leader of the Holy Crusade!"
"The call from my hometown has finally brought back Young Master Ryan."
In the splendid Catholic church, the dignitaries were moved to tears.
But Ryan's face was expressionless, even though he was wearing the most powerful armor.
"Ryan, my child, welcome back to your hometown!"
The president of Romantic Country, Hilton, wearing a black suit, walked out with a smile and applause.
Although he is nearly sixty years old and has mottled silver hair, he is in good spirits and has bright eyes.
Facing his father, Ryan just lowered his head and said softly: "So, my mother and sister, do they also want me to be the person who inherits the spirit of the Crusaders?"
Speaking of his sister and mother, Ryan looked lonely.
Hilton nodded: "Of course!"
The simple but grand coronation ceremony ended. Ryan rode a red war horse, declined the dinner invitations from the dignitaries, and galloped all the way to the Rhine River.
Under night, the quiet Rhine River flows quietly.
Ryan finally stopped, and the horse stopped at a place on the Rhine River.
He jumped off his horse, walked deep into the Rhine River, and came to two short tombstones.
This is a quiet cemetery dedicated to the burial of royal family members.
At this moment, Ryan squatted on the ground, took out a bottle of Daxia's AD calcium milk from his arms, gently placed it in front of a tombstone, and then stared at the name on the tombstone, speechless for a long time.
Wilhelm Karishina, a very beautiful name, is like the sound of the piano played by the wandering singers on the Rhine River, flowing quietly with the Rhine River.
"Brother has brought you something delicious. Try it. It's very sweet."
Ryan said with a smile.
My younger sister, Karishina, is a noble and pure royal princess, a girl from the ancient William family. She has enjoyed the privileges brought by her bloodline since she was born, but she has become full of compassion as an adult. She often quarrels with her father Hilton due to disagreements in governance.
She feels that although people are born unequal, they must be equal in spirit. For example, common people have the same spiritual enjoyment as the royal family, such as cello, concerts, royal dinners, etc.
This is idealism and illusionism.
Hilton never agreed with Karishina's ideas.
After Ryan ran away from home and wandered, Karishina also wanted to go.
But Ryan wrote to persuade her that wandering is not suitable for girls, let alone a royal princess.
Later, one day while performing magic tricks for passers-by on the banks of the Seine, he received news that his sister was critically ill.
After he rushed to the Romantic Capital Hospital, his sister Karishina only left him a message written on the hospital curtain.
"Brother, you have to become the most powerful knight, and then come and pick me up to wander."
Under the night, Ryan stared at his sister Karishina's tombstone for a long time.
Then he turned his head and looked at his mother's grave.
Her mother's death was even simpler. After the death of her sister Karishina, she became depressed and became ill, crying every day. Eventually, she suffered from severe endocrine disorders and died of cancer.
Before she died, her mother also held his hand and said: "Ryan, you must become the most powerful knight. Only then will you have the power to refuse, and then you will have the qualifications to pick up your sister from wandering..."
Ryan took out a bottle of Maotai-flavor liquor from his clothes.
The strong and mellow liquor gradually intoxicated Ryan's eyes.
He swayed, cried and laughed.
After wandering for seven years, he finally returned to the ancient William family and the hands of his father Hilton.
Seven years of wandering are finally over.
Freedom has completely faded away.
But Ryan has no regrets.
"If mother and Karishina saw me wearing this outfit, they would probably be so happy that they opened champagne to celebrate, right?"
Ryan lowered his head and said softly, as if talking to himself.
There was a burst of applause, it was Hilton.
Hilton walked out from behind the big tree with a smile and came to the two graves. His smile dissipated and turned into disappointment. He sighed, touched Ryan's head, and praised: "They all saw it in heaven. You have finally become the person we all want." The way you see it.”
"I know, Mr. President."
"Wrong, it's the leader."
"I understand, Mr. Leader."
"You wouldn't mind if I followed you all the way, would you?"
"do not mind."
"That's good. After paying homage to them, go back to the city of Rome. There are many Holy Crusade knights waiting for you. The Iron Tower Alliance needs you, Ryan, to lead them to become the most powerful Divine Pattern Master Knights, with the ability to easily fight against Daxia. With your strength, can you do it?”
After hearing this, Ryan, who had always lowered his head, slowly raised his head. Although he was smiling, it was unclear whether it was confidence or ridicule under the night. He said, "I know Mr. Alliance Leader, and I will do my best to make them fight." Summer."
Fight against Daxia.
Ryan said it with a falsetto, as if he was mocking himself.
Hilton was silent for two seconds and touched Ryan's head again.
"Son, I believe you will perfectly inherit the spirit of the Holy Crusade."
"Just like we once marched across the Western Invincible with iron hooves."
"You will re-create the renaissance and glory of the Crusades."
Ryan nodded, wiped the tears from his eyes, turned over and mounted the red horse.
Hilton frowned slightly: "Ryan, you can't drive after drinking."
"This is a horse, ride it!"
Ryan rushed out on horseback, his figure like the wind, running towards the distant city of Rome.
"Ryan, are you really not going to attend those noble dinners?"
Behind him, Hilton's voice sounded.
"After participating, you will get more support from the nobles!"
Ryan didn't respond. He galloped, the sound and wind swept behind his ears. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the galloping horse.
The war horse seemed to have a telepathic connection and looked up to the sky and neighed.
"Huh? Even you can tell that I said those words specifically for Hilton to hear. He must also know it." Ryan smiled, and the crushed flowers and plants behind him were swaying under the influence of water droplets.
"But I would rather one day be strong enough to go to heaven and pick up Karishina to wander around like the strongest knight..."
Under the night, Ryan's figure became farther and farther away until he disappeared.
On the banks of the Rhine River, in the royal cemetery, Hilton watched him leave quietly.
"Mr. Alliance Leader, the son of Duke Caston, just received the Pope's blessing in Vatican City and became the youngest cardinal archbishop in the entire alliance."
"Well, Caston, that rootless man, has worked hard to raise my son for so many years. You go and tell him that he can stay in the castle and enjoy his old age. His identity as a red archbishop father is enough for him to show off. Don’t cause any other troubles for the rest of your life.”
"Mr. Leader, now it's a contest between Crusaders leader William Lane and Cardinal Caston Morby. Who do you hope will win?"
"No matter who wins, no matter who has the highest status and power, he will be my son."
"What about the losers?"
"Failed? Then be buried in this cemetery."
Hilton smiled.
"Anyway, the royal cemetery can be considered the last dignity of a loser."
