Then, accompanied by Andrew, the chief chamberlain who acted as the ceremonial officer, he continued to sing and announce the names one by one; one after another, the ministers who were happy, fearful, or grateful came out; then they knelt down respectfully and took the gift. From the seal and the certificate in the tray.
In the vestibule of Reims Cathedral, there were people who were lucky enough to watch the ceremony up close. Miss Flanders, who was standing with a group of female relatives, was also filled with excitement and her eyes were full of intoxication and admiration. Looking at the man sitting on the throne, she felt that this moment was indescribably noble and sacred.
The women and family members around her who were closely related to the Free Army, young and old, also looked up to her with great admiration and reverence. They even looked so admiring that they wanted to rush forward and pray for favor and mercy. This also brought out some indescribable sense of superiority in her.
After all, in her private time alone, she had had close contact with and understood the knight-lord countless times; even in the end, she was manipulated into various indescribable postures and passed out. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look elsewhere.
That was the specially set-up curtains and oriental screens on the terrace of Reims Cathedral. And as her comrades who need to be honest with each other from time to time in her private life, Ms. Marlena and her adopted daughter of unknown origin must be watching the ceremony from behind at this moment.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel more superiority in her heart. Although she didn't have any particular dislike for this woman whose origin was also a mystery; but as a woman's instinct, behind the passion of love, she couldn't help but make a subtle comparison.
For example, Ms. Malena's enviable plump figure and stunning face not only have the maternal charm of a mature and beautiful woman, but also the noble and elegant gestures; she also has the shyness of a girl; even as a woman, she can't help but feel shocked. Heartbroken, even vaguely ashamed.
But at least at this moment, Mrs. Malena obviously cannot officially appear in such a grand and noble public occasion; in contrast, she can witness the new king at a closer distance and justifiably. How could all this not make her secretly elated.
After all, in addition to her private relationship as bed partner and lover, Miss Flanders is also an indispensable member (business representative) of the King of Knights’ court and salvation government; she has her own relatively independent career and The property is also unparalleled by Ms. Marlena.
This kind of uncontrollable feeling can't be concealed. Even the close friend who is accompanying him, the former studio classmate; as the granddaughter of the former Chancellor of the Seal, but already pregnant with Laura, whose hair is obviously pulled up into a woman's bun; also obviously feel it. When he arrived, he couldn't help but hold her hand tightly with some worry.
"Laura, don't worry about me." The faint cold feeling on her hand brought her back to reality immediately, and she smiled at the female companion in a young woman's dress: "This is the master I serve now, isn't it? Far better than my eldest brother who is flirtatious but has no worries?"
"Fulan, it seems you have given up on everything." Laura, who looked gentle, shy and quiet, could only smile bitterly at her with a hint of resentment and helplessness. "Miss Travell." However, the name shouted out in front of the court made her open her mouth in surprise:
"I..." Miss Flanders seemed to be stunned on the spot, and instantly became the center of attention of the women around her. The next moment, she walked out of the crowd mechanically and stiffly amid the call again, and then held up her skirt and came to the man's throne.
"In recognition of her long service to the commercial department and overseas trade...Made Miss Travell is hereby granted the title of Baronet of Metz, with the bounty of a manor house at Triwala." She was kneeling on the ground when she saw the man stand up and put his scepter on her shoulder.
At this moment, Miss Flanders was simply overwhelmed by the happiness and joy that fell from the sky; every cell in her body was cheering for joy, enjoying the extraordinary glory that attracted so much attention at this moment; because she was also the first person in a formal occasion. A knighted woman.
Thinking of this, she became even more tender and inexplicably moved. You must know that according to the tradition of the kingdom, aristocratic women can only inherit their title and bloodline through their husbands. This also means that she will go down in history and become a legend in this way that breaks tradition.
Therefore, Flandre's last gaze towards the man was so tender and affectionate; yet a little flushed and stuffy, and she clamped her wet legs under her skirt tightly before returning to her original position. However, at this moment, she has become the most eye-catching focus among the female group.
"Congratulations, Baroness." "Baroness, do you still remember me?" "Baroness, can you please..." All kinds of flattery and good-natured words came out in an endless stream. However, Flandre, who was so excited that he was about to faint, had only one thing on his mind.
How should I face that man tonight? Do I really have to put on that strange costume, pretend to be my sister, and keep calling him "brother" and Ms. Marlena "mother" with a look of disgust on her face? Meanwhile, behind the screen above the investiture vestibule.
Ms. Marlena held Teresa, who was petite and cute like a doll, in her arms. She also looked at the scene with a complicated expression. It seems to be nostalgic and sighing, but also seems to be melancholy. Because once upon a time she also had everything that most people in the world envied.
It's just that she didn't cherish or care at all, it was all taken for granted; she only enjoyed the flood of flattery and flattery, and the seemingly endless pursuit of sensory stimulation. Until that sudden incident and tragedy happened to her and the people around her.
"Mother, are you envious of her?" As if sensing her emotion, the white-haired Theresa suddenly raised her head and asked, "Actually, you don't need to care about her, she can have It’s just a momentary glory on the surface…”
"No, I'm just glad that I can meet this gentleman." Ms. Marlena smiled gently and said: "It not only provides me with enough shelter, but also makes me fully realize that as a woman And I really don’t dare to crave too much for the happiness I haven’t seen for a long time.”
After falling into the hands of those people, her body was filled with various humiliating props and torture methods day and night; she thought she would completely succumb to the induced physical instincts; she became a person with only a head full of thoughts. Desire, and a monster that demands excessively from men.
But the man who fell from the sky saved everything again; he also used his unique powerful methods to slowly correct, reverse and recover her from the huge hole and trauma in her body and mind, and re-established a normal life. enthusiasm and interest.
Therefore, the only thing that can make her worry about gain or loss is that as this man's status becomes more prominent and noble, he will get tired of and alienate himself; or even give up the relationship with himself in order to avoid suspicion.
Compared with the simple and solemn king-proclaiming process, this subsequent investiture ceremony lasted for several hours. Twenty-three knighthoods were promulgated in one go, and more than one hundred knights/sirrees were granted. But only Polly, who was the commander of the legion, and Faius, the administrator, received the title of earl.
Several other corps commanders and corps commanders, including Madurand, Thiago and Portos, were awarded the next-level viscount rank. But the only thing they have in common is that the surviving followers of the original team have all received corresponding titles.
Even the two washerwomen Lali and Dolly in the team received corresponding knighthoods and industrial rewards as leaders of the women's factory and the military nursing team respectively. Therefore, Aschet, the son of a squire from Corsica, is extremely lucky and happy.
If he had listened to the words of those fellow villagers and secretly left the team and ran back to his hometown, how could he have received a series of rewards like being a quartermaster colonel of the Free Army and being awarded the status of baron? This is a goal that his father and family have struggled to achieve for several generations.
Presumably after this news spread, those companions who secretly returned to their hometowns one after another were probably going to feel regretful in their intestines, right? Finally, there are appointments to several dioceses and monasteries in the northwest province; during their tenure, they also enjoy annuities equal to the title and income from the estate's output.
At the same time, hundreds of miles away in the Central Plateau/region, within the territory of the Grand Crown of Loire; the overseas legion led by Pauline also arrived at the local important town and capital Orleans City; the smiling face with a blue background and a golden sun The flag, like a tide, surged across the field and stood on the banks of the Loire River.
Orleans is also an ancient city and fortress with a long history and rich origins; it was built by the ancient Roman emperor Aurelian and hence its name. Later it became the former capital of the Merovingian dynasty during the pre-Frankish kingdom in history; now it is also the capital and large city of the Kingdom of Zealand.
The city of Orleans is bounded by the vast fields of the Beauce Plain to the northwest, the Orleans Forest to the northeast, and the Sologne Forest to the south; in other directions, it is dominated by massive hilly fields. Therefore, any force that wants to pass through the Loire Valley and march northward to the Capital Region cannot bypass this place.
Now entrenched in the city and guarding it to the death, it is Mechelen, the head of another major branch of the Burgundian dynasty, who was named the Prince of Orleans; and the Ninth Royal Corps led by him, as well as the newly pacified Upper and Lower Normandy, Three new regiments for Picardy and the Coast of Calais.
A total of thirty-seven thousand defenders. What they faced was a sequence of five corps from the Overseas Legion of the Free Army. After the journey and replenishment, they had maintained most of their combat effectiveness, with about 31,000 soldiers.
