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Early morning of August 9, 1666 (mday+130) Central District 1
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The bell of liberty rings, rings, rings.
It is calling all citizens to move towards the first district of Lenny.
But it＊s over, Anne Seifer thought.
After watching the battle conditions in several districts, she didn＊t think ringing the Liberty Bell would make any difference. The Free Army has lost its organizational structure and fighting will. Even if it is called up temporarily, they will not have the time and manpower to reorganize the army.
"If I were commanding the Imperial Army, I would rush there now and wipe out the last hope of the Free Army in one fell swoop."
The scattered small forces of the Free Army who came from all over the city and gathered when they heard the sound of the bell had to face the Imperial Army's vanguard who had been well prepared and sharpening their swords.
There won＊t be any suspense in the ending.
"The Bell of Liberty. The clarion call of the war of freedom, the last hope of the community of free nations. The first time I heard it ringing, it seemed like it was in Deland."
She had only heard the bell once. That was in her time, more than two hundred years later, in the capital of the Holy Koman Empire, Delan. The continental war engulfing the entire civilized world is entering its third year.
That day was also such a late night.
That night, the Liberty Bell captured from Lenny rang in the imperial capital. The bullets from the submachine gun hit the clock face, making a crisp and sweet sound. The remnants of the commandos retreated there and perished with the Liberty Bell; but they accomplished their mission.
It is also a war sweeping across the entire civilized world, and it is also a huge fortress-like city. The fire was also caught off guard. Everything around her seemed to be teasing her memories.
The steel chariot rolled over the asphalt road in the city, and half of the city was immersed in flames, as if it was the end of the world. The weapons and magic they used were much more advanced than this era, but the fire when disaster struck was no different.
At that time she was still a little girl of only ten years old. She only remembered that her father, who was serving in the army, suddenly returned home that day, opened the longest and last remaining bottle of wine in his collection, and drank until midnight.
Anne has forgotten what her father looked like, but she always remembers his behavior that night. He only repeated one sentence over and over again: "The Prime Minister is dead, it's all over."
She will always remember that expression. That look of despair over everything.
"It's probably similar to my current expression, right?"
Soon after that, her father, whose appearance he had forgotten, abandoned his daughters and eloped to the Holy Forest with a female elf intelligence agent, never to be seen again.
He probably feels that the empire has no hope after losing its prime minister.
This is indeed the case. It was the most successful raid of the entire war. And the war situation indeed took a turn for the worse from then on. One disastrous defeat after another straightened, bent, and straightened the battle line. Finally, the coalition of various countries conquered Delan and completely ended the monarchy.
But that took another three full years and split Coleman into three countries.
The Reich Chancellor left behind a huge bureaucratic machine that had lost its chief engineer but was still working hard. The modern Koman Empire organized everyone into its huge bureaucratic machine, even girls as young as ten.
And when the whole system is approaching its end, every part of it will start to get stuck and fall apart.
Occasional victories in counterattacks cannot withstand more defeats, and occasional relief and justice cannot cover up poverty and injustice.
Anne still remembers the eleven-year-old girl who sold everything in the house, then held her sister in her arms and smiled and told her, "Don't worry." The Prime Minister's empire used to be able to feed and clothe every orphan, and give everyone who lost their job a place to shelter from the cold, but gradually everything disappeared as the war situation worsened.
Anne still remembers the thirteen-year-old girl who was at the end of the assembly line, cutting the rifle slings section by section and then tying them to the wooden stock. Even though her finger was cut off by the assembly line, she kept smiling and waited for eight hours until the rear treatment priest arrived.
Anne still remembers the fifteen-year-old girl who was wearing a thin military coat on the black market in Deland, filling the pockets of the coat with cigarettes and bullets used as currency, hoping to exchange some canned food for the occupying army to go home and improve the food supply. At that time, her smile came from the bottom of her heart, because if it were not for the divided and occupied Delan, the fate a fifteen-year-old girl would face could be dozens of times worse.
Everything is as clear as if it happened yesterday.
But no matter what happened, everyone thought she was a silly girl/silly girl/silly elder sister who was as nervous as a tyrannosaurus.
The girl was smiling all the time because she had long forgotten how to cry.
Until she was twenty-three years old, she met that person. She didn't get his magic, but she got his knowledge.
The memory was interrupted by another bell.
After approaching the central square, she could already hear the sound of free fire like drums, and orders with a Middle Gudran accent echoed everywhere.
The Liberty Bell is located in the bell tower at the top of the Capitol Building. This building and the square in front of it have been occupied by the imperial forward troops again, and the entire square is like a execution ground.
Corpses wearing colorful military uniforms and black and gray military uniforms were intertwined, no one restrained them, and at a glance there were at least a thousand. While killing, the vanguard troops of the Empire did not forget to shout, telling the defeated soldiers and civilians who had no intention of being summoned by the Liberty Bell to leave quickly. The formality was quite good.
"As expected this place has become a gathering place for the Empire's vanguard troops. Judging from this, filling in one or two companies is nothing more than a drop in the bucket. Maybe it is the Empire who rang the bell?"
Anne didn＊t want to cause too much trouble, so she added masking magic to herself to cover up the red military uniform. Now she looked every bit an Imperial Security Officer.
Layers upon layers of magic cover up her magic power, her identity, and her abilities, making her look particularly inconspicuous.
Anne galloped across the flank of the battlefield on horseback. When the two imperial knights saw that she was dressed as an officer, they did not dare to neglect her and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
"Order from the Ministry of Security. What's the situation above?"
She spoke with a Delan accent, full of deception; even the temporarily organized vanguard troops did not bother to identify the authenticity of the visitor.
"We went to one class and there was no response, so we didn't dare to send more people up. Besides, it's not a bad thing to let them knock again. There are only so many troops in the Free Army who dare to fight. We have already defeated five or six companies ＃§
"give it to me."
Anne snapped her fingers and used the invisibility spell to hide her figure.
The two knights were busy saluting into the air, watching as the door leading to the top of the bell tower opened and closed on its own.
Anne slowly walked up to the bell tower.
She saw what the imperial knight called "a squad": before these more than ten imperial soldiers climbed to the top floor, they were all killed by a magic trap at the top of the stairs.
"It's a Free Army standard thunderstorm trap. The latest model."
She immediately lifted the invisibility magic and concealment magic, carefully identified the trap marks on the side of the stairs, and tiptoed to the top of the bell tower.
What caught her eye on the top floor was a gray-haired old man sweating profusely and vigorously shaking the bell rope.
She knows this person.
Seeing her walking up the stairs, the old man stopped ringing the bell, touched his short beard on his chin and smiled meaningfully.
"I have thought about who will be the first to come up. There is a 60% chance that it is a certain imperial noble who feels that he has taken enough credit and finally lifted my trap; a 30% possibility is a certain lieutenant who has always been unappreciated. Or a school officer, who organized troops to defeat the enemy forces outside; there is a 10% possibility of him being a very lucky politician or civilian. But I didn't expect to see someone here who should be in the Western General Army now. I saw you in Lopez's staff. It seems that I am indeed old and am no longer good at calculating battle situations."
Annie clicked her heels and gave a military salute reflexively.
"It's great that you are safe, His Excellency Marshal Conti Fox."
"Former marshal. I retired today."
The old man corrected him. This Freedom Bell was actually rung by the former Marshal of the Freedom Army himself.
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Early morning of August 9, 1666 (mday+130) East Third District
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A shout with a Delan accent, accompanied by the neighing of a horse, reached the ears of Nemen Solayton. On the main road that intersects this road, it seems that an army is advancing.
"It sounds like it should be a certain knighthood. Get the white flag ready, run over and surrender!"
The emperor's orders were whispered in his ears by magic, which made him very irritated, but he still had to do it.
Naimen stopped suddenly, looked ahead, and quickly found a high-end store with a display window. He kicked the window to pieces and pulled out a white curtain from inside.
After completing all preparations, he rushed out of the corner.??Waving the white curtain in his hand vigorously.
That was indeed a Guards Cavalry.
"Stop!"
More than one imperial knight shouted.
Naimen shouted loudly: "Surrender! I apply for surrender!"
"Surrender? Lead the troops to surrender?" The leading knight looked behind him, seemingly surprised, "No! This scale is too big, we can't accept it!"
"Think again, Your Excellency! This is an holder of the Medal of Excellence applying to surrender!"
The emperor＊s command magic couldn＊t wait any longer, and it forced Naimen to say these words.
"Don't fire! Think about it, you can be the first emperor to accept the surrender of the Excellence Chapter! The first one!"
Naimen put the white cloth on the ground, slowly raised his hands, walked towards the emperor, and exposed his chest in front of the opponent's sword and musket.
The leading knight seemed a little tempted, but he shook his head vigorously: "Impossible! I have never heard of any Excellent Chapter willing to surrender! Stop your troops, stop!"
Troops? Where did the troops come from? Naimen thought so and continued to work hard to convince the other party.
"Noble Lord," he slowly and slowly moved his hand closer to his chest and pressed it on the badge, "Look at this purple light! I am truly a distinguished medalist, and I really want to surrender"
"Sir, get down! You don't have to surrender, we're close enough!"
Hearing the shouting from behind, Naimen turned his head in surprise.
What caught his eyes were soldiers and officers from at least one battalion.
Their military uniforms are colorful, and some of them are not even wearing military uniforms. It is not known whether they are deserters who took off their military uniforms or civilians who joined halfway. Some people only had spears in their hands, not even weapons, and just followed the others.
But these chaotic people were neatly arranged into a battalion formation. Under the command of several lieutenants, they raised their guns and were ready to fire volleys.
"Everyone has it, light the fire!"
The speaker was Second Lieutenant Sparry. He looked like a colonel commanding the most elite troops.
For the first time, the instinct to survive overcame the emperor's orders. Naimen threw himself forward with all his strength and fell down on the gravel road.
"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"
Four or five lieutenants each shouted the command. The volley of guns hit the cavalry on the opposite side, their horses, and their armor. Naimen held his head, sizing up the effect of this round of gunfire.
The effect is not very good, but it is amazing enough.
The leading knight collapsed to the ground on the spot, including his men and horses. All the horses neighed, and their high-pitched sounds seemed to tear their eardrums. The sound of armor falling to the ground was heard, and the remaining knights cursed and raised their sabers and swords.
"The first three rows, fix your bayonets!"
The person who gave the order this time was Second Lieutenant Garnier. The soldiers knelt down, pulled out the dagger-like bayonets from the sides of their leggings, and inserted them into the muzzles of their guns. Their array was not too neat, but was extremely strong. Everyone felt confident leaving their behind to their comrades.
"Knights of the Guards! Assault!"
Another imperial knight gave the order. Tonight they have broken through more than ten groups of broken troops. They originally thought that this seemingly chaotic army would collapse at the drop of a hat.
"Plunge in! Everyone, we have escaped enough!" A rich baritone shouted, "Even if we die, we must die facing forward!"
Naimen lay on the ground, huddled up, avoiding the trampling of the horse's hooves.
The cavalry is extremely majestic; however, every charging knight has to face at least ten enemy muskets and bayonets at the same time. In other words, if faced with an infantry phalanx that also dares to fight, the cavalry has no reason to win.
The post-war voices behind him gradually weakened. He knows which side will win.
"Why did you fail to surrender again!" His own voice complained in his ears, "Where did these people come from!"
"Idiot." Naimen cursed himself, "Idiot. They came after you."
Thinking of the people behind him, his will to survive emerged again.
"It can't end like this. I will fight to the end."
Yes, he made many mistakes, and his weaknesses and sins ultimately led to disaster.
Everything you get is a reward for something you did or something you didn＊t do.
"But even so, I still want to live!"
Yes, the Republic does notIt is a better regime than the Empire.
The money-power politics of Japan have no advantage over the nepotistic aristocracy, and the lives of the people at the bottom may be worse than those in the north.
"But even so, I still want to win!"
Yes, Nemen Solayton is a bastard who doesn't need or deserve to be saved.
But even so, he still wants to save these people who follow my hypocritical footsteps and die.
But are there any reinforcements? Does he have any chance? Can anyone help him?
He said to himself, the conclusion was very clear: "No."
He is the only one left. All his subordinates and superiors are in the Western General Army. Well, except for one person That beautiful image flashed in his mind.
"Wake up, Solayton, this is impossible. Anne cannot be here although you have never needed her more than you do now."
A powerful magician. An excellent logistics and magical warfare consultant. Just the person he and this group of defeated soldiers needed and the person he hoped to be by his side.
He shook his head and drove that figure out of his mind. There was only one option left: to regroup with more broken troops.
He vaguely felt the contradiction in this logic.
If he wants to winhe needs to drag more people into the water who should be on the way to escape
"No! You can't take them with you! It will interfere with your mission." The demonic voice repeated, "Dismiss them. If possible, break their will to fight and let them disperse. They are just impulsive, a little A little trick can make them give up resistance and regain safety, right?"
"Don't think about it."
"Don't think about it."
"Don't even think about it!"
He needs them to risk their lives and charge towards the enemy! with him!
"What are you trying to do! This is suicide! If you do this, you are a villain! A heinous villain! Surrender to the Empire!"
Another voice in the body shouted crazily.
The emperor＊s control magic is right. If he did, he'd be a villain. If he is a competent Free Army officer, he should choose to surrender.
"But no." Naimen licked his lips, tasting the bloody smell of his own blood.
Because he wants to win.
Want it more than anyone else.
??Want it from the bottom of your heart.
"Even so, I still want to embrace victory!"
The teeth cut deeply into the tip of the tongue, and the blood shed was heartbreaking.
"Everyone here has chosen victory instead of escaping! They can make a choice, I am a magician! Why can't I?"
There was a "pop" sound from the eardrum, like the sound of breaking glass.
The command magic has not been eliminated, but it can no longer control Naimen's actions as it did before.
So he made up his mind, turned around, and faced the broken team head-on for the first time. The battle is almost over.
"Thank you for your hard work! The Republic has reached its most dangerous moment, so I won't talk nonsense!"
Then, he gave a military salute. Regardless of whether they were soldiers or not, the entire battalion phalanx members returned the greeting and looked at him and cheered.
"Citizens! Don't cheer for me! You still have many battles to fight! Citizens, take up arms! Citizens, return to the battlefield!"
The taste of my own blood is fishy and sweet. At least I won't bite my tongue anymore when giving speeches in the future, Naimen comforted himself.
"The Republic is still here, and we are still here! This reason is enough! Gentlemen, move forward!"
He doesn't run away anymore. He was no longer desperate.
"Forward! To take back our victory!"
Because at this moment, he still has his companions by his side.
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District 1 in the early morning of August 9, 1666 (mday+130)
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On the top of the Capitol building, the Liberty Bell is ringing.
The old-fashioned bell rope is long and heavy. It is rolled up layer by layer with burlap soaked in black oil and weighs dozens of kilograms. The new light bell rope based on modern mechanical design will take more than a hundred years to develop. invention.
Even for a young and strong young man, ringing this bell rope is a job that requires both physical strength and skill, let alone an old man as old as Conti Fox.
? ??You must ring the Liberty Bell with your own hands. Why, Mr. Marshal? I don't understand. Where are your guards? "
Anne finally couldn't help but asked.
"Since you can ask this question, you must have different ideas. Why did you come here? From the Western General Army" The old marshal paused, obviously not thinking of her. Name, "Miss Lieutenant Staff?"
"Lieutenant Sephiel." Annie went straight to the topic without introducing herself further, "I do have different ideas. Even if I ring the Liberty Bell now and successfully assemble an army, what's the use? I started from When we came all the way from Beicheng, we found that all the city walls had holes. Even if we still have a force that dares to fight, Lenny still can't defend it no matter what."
"Yes, of course the Empire will not give us any chance to regroup. Go ahead, Lieutenant Lieutenant Sephiel."
The retired marshal gasped and pulled the bell rope again with all his strength.
Anne paused for a moment, and then continued after the bells died down: "The Lenny government is also over. Almost all committee chairs in the parliament and all government ministers have fled, and even the Free Army has issued a general retreat order. Even if they gather What's the use of raising some council members who are like defeated soldiers? Neither the Joint Council nor the Rennie Special District Council are known for their integrity and firmness. I'm afraid most of the people in them have long since escaped across the Metebish River, leaving behind Most of the people who come down still want to get a title in the empire. If you want to convene a parliament to rebuild the country, I am afraid that this goal will not be achieved Of course you also know this."
Conti Fox nodded: "Yes. The provisional government rebuilt by these people will not have any appeal. This government will not have any appeal to the republics of Entre, Italy, or Phates. Please. Go ahead, Lieutenant."
"Not to mention that you yourself are a target of great value." Anne's tone was a little impatient. "You should be able to imagine how much the emperor wants to organize a decent surrender ceremony, right? Destroy the history and position of the republics and the federation. On the ground, smashed to pieces, and then stepping on another foot - nothing can satisfy him more than this. How can you ignore the safety of yourself and the Republic and stay here to ring the bell?!"
"I know everything you said." Marshal Fox replied, "I am the Fox of Kengel, so I have a good reason to be here."
Annie spread her hands: "I really can't think of it What other reasons can offset these worries?"
"The reason is actually very simple."
The marshal pulled the bell rope again and answered the question lightly.
"Because I'm alive, I'm here, and I want to do it. Do you need more reasons than this to do something?"
Anne was stunned. At first glance, this answer seemed to be some kind of prevarication, but it hit the target for her at this moment.
※Because I＊m alive, I＊m here, and I want to do it.§
She murmured to herself and took a step back involuntarily. The smile finally started to fade from her face.
"It's a bit embarrassing to say that when I was young, I tried to escape from the battlefield several times. As a soldier, you will always encounter battles that you think you can't win no matter how you think about it." The old marshal laughed, "Every time When I feel confused, I will think like this. Because I am still alive and here, there must be something I want to do. Don＊t think about reasons, motivations, conspiracies, or success rates. Just think about what you want to do. Just do it, and sometimes the results won＊t be bad.§
Annie took another step back and hit the wall with her back.
※Even if I am sentenced to death by the Emperor tomorrow, I will ring the Liberty Bell here today.§
A bell rings.
※Even if I only have a 10% chance of saving the situation, it＊s better than me escaping to Lower South and regretting it.§
The bell rang again.
"You came from the Western General Army. You should have something more important to do than ring the bell or watch me ring the bell, right? Lieutenant Seifer?"
The old marshal's hand shook, and the bell turned into two consecutive bells. He shook his head, stopped his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and faced Annie again.
At some point, Annie was kneeling on the ground. Her hands were barely holding on to the wall, her whole body was shaking, and the smile on her face had completely collapsed.
"But Marshal, what if you don't even have a 10% chance? What if you are completely desperate? Will you still choose to do it? I don't know what I should do"
"Fear is only one side of the coin; on the other side is courage. Turn it over, Lieutenant! I don't know what the West alwaysOr what you originally planned to do, but there should be something else to do! "
Seeing that Anne hadn't stood up yet, Marshal Fox simply let go of the bell rope, stretched out, and shouted loudly: "If you are really desperate, why are you still here?"
"Yeahwhy should I come here?"
Anne murmured to herself. In this world, belief determines power. And isn't the belief she has always insisted on "change" and "hope"?
In Delan, where the war is burning. In the arsenal of machinery roaring. Ruins after the war in Teresa. In a divided motherland. In a post-war world that has lost that person. In completely different histories, there is always a road leading forward, there is always a way to change reality, and there is always a slightly better future.
"Why am I following in the footsteps of 'that man'? Even a person of such noble status as Conti Fox is here ringing the Liberty Bell regardless of the danger. And under the current circumstances, I still maintain the These ridiculous magics on my body. What am I afraid of? What do I have to be afraid of?"
Yes. She keeps failing. She had always made wrong judgments and ended up in this desperate situation. She could not rely on destiny; she could not rely on conspiracy either.
"It can't end like this."
Yes, she encountered all the storms, and her thoughts and wishes were raped to pieces by the invisible history.
"But even so, I am still alive and still here. Just like you said, this reason is indeed enough!"
She doesn't run away anymore. She was no longer desperate.
"Even if the opponent is history itself, even if all fate is against me, I will still win for you!"
So she made up her mind.
"To hell with history and fate!"
At this moment, the God of Magic seemed to favor her again.
"Let me see what I can do! Metamagic? Sixteen times quadruple range extension? Detection magic (metahextendrangedetectmagic)!"
The chaotic magic field of the entire city fell into her eyes, and all interference was cleared away!
"I heard it. You're still alive, right, Naimen? It's not too late for me to come."
Anne Seifer raised her head and looked to the not-so-distant east: she heard it. She felt it.
"We are all still alive. This proves that we have not failed yet, right?"
She walked to the window of the clock tower, held her hands on the window lattice and looked out.
The iron-gray flags of the empire were in a line, and hundreds of soldiers were crowding the square.
"Before all hope disappears, I will try it at least once."
The hot wind carrying sparks blew across her face.
On this beautiful face, there is a smile again - and this time it is no longer a numb smile.
※I make a wish (iwish), free me, all the magic power of Anne Saffir!§
She wants to test whether she can correct history by relying only on her own life, strength and belief.
"Use my body as the root node! Lay the regional magic network!"
Her remaining arm was raised high, pointing vertically upward to the sky.
The magic power surges out without any scruples!
"Disguise magic is lifted! Anti-detection magic is lifted! Magic suppression barrier is lifted!"
The gray cloak was thrown behind her back, leaving only the dazzling red Free Army uniform.
Like a bomb exploding where she once was, the air moved on its own.
At that moment, the strong wind blew through the bell tower and hit the Liberty Bell, making a clear sound.
The incantation she recited was unfamiliar and rapid to Marshal Fox, almost like she was whispering an incomprehensible rap song.
Farther away in the Eastern Third District, the Imperial Army's troops that were advancing rapidly suddenly stopped.
Because their detection magician simultaneously covered his eyes that were stabbed by the magic aura, his knees weakened and he knelt on the ground.
"High magic power reaction detected It is estimated that five or more gold emblems have the same magic power Platinum emblem Mithril emblem Fine gold emblem Sky crystal emblem Undetectable! It is an ultra-high magic power reaction that exceeds the upper limit. !§
"It's like the dragons from the entire northeastern border area gathered together, or the undead in the wilderness spread out in a dark tide!"
"From the Central District to the East Third District, everyone at attention! The highest level of anti-magic alert!"
"Those with the same combat power as Jin Hui and below should disperse."Find cover quickly! "
Because that is what the civilized world has just accomplished after more than two hundred years of hard work.
Whether it is the forbidden spells of ancient civilizations or the secret methods of great masters, they are not worth mentioning in front of this achievement.
Even descriptions such as "dragons gather together" or "the undead spread out the dark tide" are not enough to compare with it.
Even if all the dragons and lichs in this era were added together, they would not master more magic than her.
Because that is the king of all methods called "scientific method"! That is the foundation of modern magical science!
Wherever the light of the scientific method reaches, destiny ceases to exist, conspiracies are shattered, superstition is refuted, and religion is forced to retreat.
The girl composed of five hundred years of modern magical science history is there.
Her existence itself is the sum of these five hundred years of huge belief.
The magical aura she emits can even be seen by the observation mage in the imperial capital of Delan.
If Anne in Jena was like a shooting star that shone from time to time, now she is like a sun that radiates infinite light and heat.
Even the Fox of Kengel opened his eyes wide: "If you have this kind of magic power, why do you still want to be a lieutenant? Couldn't this be obtained by 'selling your soul to the devil' or something like that?" Bar?"
"Just think of it as a small capriciousness."
She is still smiling. Anne Seifer, who no longer had any worries in her heart, was about to set off.
"It won't end like this, Your Excellency. Parliament will definitely reconvene and the four-color cross flag will fly again."
The old marshal smiled: "I hope it goes as planned, young lady."
"Because I said so, it will come true." Anne turned around, "It was you who told me how to act. Fear is just one side of the coin, and on the other side is courage. Please wait for the triumphant song. Play it, Your Excellency.§
Anne gave a final salute, pressed her hand on the window lattice, and jumped down from the bell tower.
???????? Short shouts of curses and sounds of fighting came from downstairs. Some colorful flashes came through the windows and reflected on the walls of the bell tower. None of this is surprising, what's surprising is how quickly those flashes of light fade away. That's a whole battalion maybe more?
"Citizens! Go to the Capitol! The Liberty Bell is calling you!"
Even here, the marshal can hear the sweet voice of the female lieutenant. He burst out laughing.
"Perhaps, I am ringing the Liberty Bell just to call you over, Miss Sephire No, Saint Sephire. Speaking of which, I don't know her name yet."
There was a new noise downstairs. Several people with southern accents were discussing the trap. They cautiously cut the activation cord of the trap. This time it's not the emperor's people.
"Kengler's Fox" finally breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the bell rope in his hand. Then he decided to improvise a short poem so that he could adapt it into a fresh and exciting political prophecy.
"When freedom is on the verge of danger, fortunately the saint is by its side. A hundred years from now, we will also be grateful to the gods for this."
※Sounds good, much like a real divine prophecy,§ Conti Fox thought. Before convening Parliament again, he decided to seize the time to spread this prophecy.
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