"That is natural. The personality and power of these evil beings can no longer be understood by human common sense. Even if his body is completely crushed, the soul will still exist in our subconscious as tiny particles. If the collective unconscious makes a call , the extinct black magic supreme, and even the evil god can open rifts in the plane and reshape the body with the help of certain emotions and spiritual energy."
"This is too dangerous."
"It's not that dangerous. Don't look like you're scared." Professor Heinz waved his hand, "The spiritual energy and will conditions for them to gather their bodies and return to the world are extremely special, otherwise the door to the spiritual world Shouldn't people come and go every day? Those who rely on fear for a living must not tolerate courage and happiness, nor can they be integrated with despair and madness.
"How can it be so easy for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people to gather together and resonate with such abnormal and unified emotions? Officials have already prevented and prevented it in advance.
"It is extremely difficult to resurrect an evil god."
That's good. Griffith breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that terrible dangers also come with harsh conditions. As long as they are stopped and struck in time to destroy the spiritual foundation they rely on to maintain, then they will not be able to cross the barriers of the plane and come to this world.
The key is speed. This should be the reason why the count needs a quick reaction force.
The professor finished telling the story and looked at the knight-to-be with satisfaction.
"Understand?"
Well, what? What do you want me to understand? When the evil god resurrects, do you want me to lead the cavalry squadron to charge? Griffith thought for a moment in confusion.
Professor Heinz knocked on the note left for him, shook his head, went to find the servant, and asked the count if he was free.
As soon as he left, Sonia appeared in the living room. She walked briskly into the small living room and looked at the new books on the table.
"Griffith, why have you started watching "Ann Hathaway" too?" the Countess asked curiously, "It's really strange."
I can't say that this is to please the Canaan Archon... Griffith muttered for a while but didn't give a reason.
"Sinful deeds will be discovered one day, even if all the dirt on the ground hides them." Sonia looked at him and said this.
Ah, this, this, Sonia, how can you read minds? Moreover, this cannot be considered a sin! Griffith was shocked and didn't know where to start.
"This is a sentence from "Ann Hathaway", it's great!" Sonia circled around him and looked carefully at the blue cavalry uniform, "I originally wanted to recommend it to you. You You’ll be fascinated by it, I promise!”
Phew, it turned out to be a quote~ Griffith chuckled and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Did the Countess let you out?"
"Yes, I have to pack my things to attend the summer meeting." Sonia tugged on Griffith's sleeves and asked him to lower his head slightly. "After the review and parade on the first day, there will be a banquet and dance. You know what to do. What?"
Griffith thought for a while and said:
"I will be inspected by the king together with other Shutoral, and I may participate in the parade next, but it is more likely that I will not.
“Then there is a display of new weapons and equipment to assist the Count in recording and analysis.
"That night, I have to take turns with everyone to guard the inner circle of Sansou Palace. There are so many people this time, I shouldn't be able to take my turn..."
Sonia waited for him to finish explaining each item, then said unsatisfiedly: "Have you forgotten the most important thing?"
"..."
The two stood there, staring at each other for a while.
"Ah, tonight's dance, please allow me to invite you to the first dance!" Griffith shouted hurriedly.
"That's more or less the same," Sonia patted the would-be knight on the head with satisfaction, "It would be best if you don't participate in the guard duty. Prince Commodus will also attend. I want to introduce you to him."
…
July 20, 1444.
Today is the first day of summer parliament. According to the schedule, the king will review the Young Guards in the countryside. After the review, he will watch the parade with the senators and parliamentarians, then watch the demonstration of new weapons, and finally there will be a dance and banquet.
It was the first time for Griffith to participate in such an event, so he was a little nervous. He and a large group of familiar and unfamiliar young armored cavalry gathered near Sanssouci Palace. After the princes went to the palace to rest, their horses were taken away and they came to the castle to wait, standing and chatting with nothing to do.
High walls surrounded them on all sides, and it was unclear who was doing what on top, but some heads and flags were seen flashing by quickly.
Griffith looked up at the untouchable high wall, thinking wildly about ambushing a team of crossbowmen on top, condescendingly...
Lana also looked there and muttered: "If we close the door and shoot with a crossbow, we will definitely be helpless."
Midian Maia repeatedly agreed: "Then beat the drums as trumpets and rush into the palace. It will be impossible to resist."
The summer sun is annoying. The neatly dressed armored cavalry maintained their formation in the sun, sweating and waiting for orders. At first, Griffith was only thinking about Galadia, wishing he could hurry up to the day to go to Canaan and see her immediately. Later, he was so hot that he couldn't think about anything except the iced sour plum soup. .
Suddenly, rapid drumbeats came from all around. The armored cavalry present immediately exploded, looking for cover in nearby trees and under the eaves. Some fast guys were already preparing to fight back on the roof.
A group of cavalry wearing breastplates and purple robes rode through the main gate of the castle and headed straight for the square. The officer leading the team glanced at the mess and shouted: "Shutoral, line up!"
The cavalry that came running were the armored cavalry and dragoons of Mark Aurelius Antony's standard guard, the king's Old Praetorian Guard. If they didn't come to eliminate all the Young Guards gathered in the square, there was only one possibility.
Everyone breathed nervously, quickly formed a team, and stared at the place where the king would appear with their heads held high.
Under the protection of the powerful imperial guards, the carriage slowly stopped not far from the Shutoral queue. An elder got out of the car. He did not wear purple robes, but casually wore tawny robes. The herald watched the elder step down from the carriage and ordered the armored cavalry in formation:
"Hail to His Majesty Mark Aurelius Antony, ruler of Beyeland, commander of the armies, chief citizen of the Senate!"
"er!"
All the Shutoral cheered subconsciously at the command. In the blink of an eye, their fatigue was gone. Whether they had known the king before or not, they were all extremely excited at the moment they witnessed the king.
First there was a cheer, then a second cheer, and then there was a tidal wave of boiling!
"er!"
"Long live His Majesty Mark Aurelius Antony!"
Many people even started crying, shouting with fanatical voices while crying, completely disregarding the appearance and dignity of soldiers.
The king was trembling and a little hunched over. Wearing ordinary robes, with one hand behind his back, like a kind old man, he walked up to Ophelia, who was first in line.
"ER!" The cold and arrogant Ophelia shouted excitedly.
King Aurelius walked past the young man with a smile on his face, inspecting the young guards one after another. He looked at the energetic armored cavalry, sometimes patted their shoulders and arms, and kept saying:
"very good."
Ten minutes later, Griffith and Shutoral suddenly received orders to prepare immediately to participate in the military parade. Those participating in the parade were originally supposed to be the Old Praetorian Guards. The Scitorals were originally only being inspected and were not included in the list, but the king was very determined and asked everyone to join in.
The nobles gathered in Sanssouci Palace immediately took action, asking the servants to wipe the breastplates and horses as quickly as possible.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Griffith and the others mounted their horses and gathered along the road outside Sanssouci Palace. Thousands of citizens and farmers from neighboring suburban counties also came over and crowded the suburban avenue in the north of Beyeland to watch the excitement.
The weather is excellent today. At nearly half past nine, the bells rang together, and amid the exciting military music, the crowd became commotion.
Officials and generals addressed His Majesty the King, and tens of thousands of citizens chanted "Long live the King."
Then came the king's speech and procession.
"er!"
Countless citizens cheered like a roaring mountain and tsunami, scattering flower petals to the parading cavalry. Countless vendors were walking through it, selling wine and sausages, and it was as lively as if today was some kind of triumphal ceremony.
Griffith was on horseback with the other Shutorals. Fortunately, they were familiar with each other. They used wall riding to rush through orcs and trample veterans. Even if it was a temporary formation and queue, there would be no problem.
He missed the triumphal ceremony last summer and was a little nervous participating in the parade for the first time. He carefully followed the queue in front and moved along the avenue surrounded by a sea of people. Along the way, he discovered that the nearby streets had already been hung with lanterns and decorations, as well as sheds and stages for competitions. He was probably planning to take this opportunity to hold a lively celebration.
The armored cavalry started from the suburban avenue, along the ancient city wall, like a silver tide passing through the chapels of the gods and the town square, until they arrived at the auditorium of the city hall. From the corner of his eye, Griffith spotted Sonia waving desperately to him on the auditorium. Nolan reached out and pulled his sister several times.
A viewing platform was set up for the nobles on the road outside the city hall, so the road became narrower. The cavalry formed a dense column and passed carefully between the crowd and the viewing platform. Everyone was very nervous.
Griffith's distinctive anima breastplate was more beautiful than others, and the girls in the crowd threw small flower petals at him. As they approached the viewing platform, bursts of bugles startled Griffith's horse. This horse, which was participating in the review for the first time, came out of the parade, which made Sonia turn pale for a while.
To his great surprise, Griffith did not fall down. Amidst the tide of cheers, the horse stood upright every time, making him feel like a hero charging towards the enemy's position. He reached the peak of happiness, and his happiness was simply endless. It's over.
Griffith is awesome! Sonia happily sat back in her seat and watched her would-be knight return to the team. Next to her, Fiona was still waving to Lana.
"Don't let them get distracted, the road here is not easy," Nolan reminded the girls in a low voice, "People fall every year."
"How is that possible? My Lana is the most powerful!" Fiona retorted nonchalantly while dancing.
The tall hussar couldn't help but nodded to the girl. In just a moment, his horse stepped into the only mud hole on the road. Rana's body tilted, and the dense formation made it difficult for him to adjust his posture. With his superb riding skills, he could only use his right hand to stabilize the horse, but he raised his elbow and hit Ophelia in the face.
Miss Assault Scout, who was not very good at riding, was squeezed in the middle of the team. She was nervously following the people in front of her when she suddenly received a heavy blow on her face. She fell back with stars in her eyes and scratched subconsciously.
The grip caught Nona's reins, causing her to become confused and collided with Murat.
Amidst the avalanche-like series of impacts and bursts of screams, Griffith slapped the ground before he could figure out what was going on. From the corner of his eye, he saw his mount knocking over a group of people behind him.
The place was in chaos.
