Pelada Empire, Griffin Heart Imperial Capital.
With the first awakening in the morning, countless devout believers woke up from their sleep. After the whole family had washed up, the husband held the hands of his wife and children and thanked the God of Light for the bread and hope he had given them at the dinner table.
On the streets outside the door, bustling crowds and large and small caravans have already filled every corner of the imperial capital. Under the supervision and command of attendants holding flails and guards holding spears, countless other soldiers from the Parada Empire Towns and even other camps and countries came to worship. Believers who also believed in the God of Light were walking slowly along the main roads and trails towards the St. Nicholas Church in the core area.
In addition to humans, there are elves, half-elves, dwarves, dwarfs, half-orcs... There are even faces of higher races such as fire elves or djinn gods among the believers of the God of Light.
If you look down from directly above Pelada, the Griffin Heart Imperial City at this time, from the innermost core city area to the main city wall across the light and dark shoals, is far away from the capital of Negolas, the City of Wayne. At the same time as the national border, St. Nicholas Church is like a huge heart, and the main roads are like the blood vessels connecting the heart, attracting people from all over the world here, absorbing enough power of faith, and then sending them back to their respective posts. , and the cycle goes back and forth.
Such a magnificent scene may be just a familiar and unfamiliar sight for every believer who lives in the Griffin Heart Imperial City all year round, but for George, who has just entered the city, it has never been seen before. New world.
At this time, George was sitting in the van belonging to the city defenders, heading towards the Crusader barracks in the core area from the fast track beside the main road.
Looking at the stop-and-go believers and caravans passing by, George couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. While he was glad that he was finally lucky, he also felt a little scared.
George, who wanted to inform Arthur of the information as soon as possible, rushed to the city of Alexandria anxiously, but was told by the defenders at the gate that although the archangels Michael and Rex Lewis were still setting up a trap in the city, Banquet, but Arthur had led his crusaders back to the imperial capital as early as the day before yesterday.
George covered the stars with the moon and drove non-stop, finally arriving at the imperial capital the next morning. However, the imperial capital seemed to be on alert, and many people who rushed to the imperial capital from other places were turned away by the defenders.
Fortunately, on the way into the city, George met a Crusader guard who he had worked with before and who was also anxious to enter the city, and successfully got on the "hitchhike" with him. If not, George would be like the believers outside the caravan, blocking an intersection with no temper.
With his head full of thoughts, George was looking aimlessly out the window. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure among the crowd. The figure seemed to have noticed George's gaze. He turned his head and looked out of the crowd. Give George a polite smile back.
"Old woman Amy? How could it be!"
Although what George caught a glimpse of was a young village woman wearing a burlap turban and a mole under her left eye, her back and temperament were very much like the gift-giver in the violent city of Fortress Juárez. Amy, the old woman from his Book of the Dead!
George could never forget the elegance that even the years could not conceal under the old woman's vicissitudes of face.
"Viscount George, what's wrong? Is the caravan too stuffy and making you feel uncomfortable?" The Crusader sitting opposite George couldn't help but feel worried when he saw this.
"Ah... Captain Brad, I'm fine. It's just that the grandeur of the imperial capital shocked me a little."
George, who didn't want to mention the Book of the Dead, casually found a topic to talk about, but when he looked out the window again, he could no longer find the village woman.
