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It was still October 29, 1666
Interrepublic Phase Port Westport (Old Salonpolis)
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"It's time to get up. There are important things on the schedule today."
He was woken up by a voice as clear and sweet as the morning sun but without any emotion.
The early morning sunlight shines through the gauze curtain on the young man's face. He turned over in a daze, subconsciously wiped the sweat on his head, and reluctantly opened his eyes to the sun.
Damn it, I¡¯m reliving Lennie¡¯s memory in my dream again, he thought.
In that dream, there was the smell of blood that will never be forgotten, and the girl who was still fighting with only one arm.
But he didn¡¯t think it was a nightmare.
Because he couldn¡¯t see her at all except in dreams.
After wiping the corners of his eyes, he stood up and walked to the window facing the sunshine. The light penetrated his sleep, making him feel as if he was melting.
Looking east from his bedroom window, he can see the symbol of Phase Harbor.
The Phase Bridge across the Watergate Strait reflected a golden-green light under the rising sun, shining directly into his eyes.
??Out the window fluttered the red military flag representing the Entre Republic and a large string of heraldic flags trailing below it, symbolizing the new owner of this luxurious elf-style building.
Although the southern countries seceded from the Holy Koman Empire, not only did the position of heraldry officer not disappear, but the business volume increased instead of falling compared to the imperial era.
In the past, only nobles and royal chartered organizations could possess coats of arms. Now every parliamentarian, wealthy businessman, military officer, and company wants to customize them. Anyone with a coat of arms will display them whenever they have the opportunity, and the Military Police are no exception.
The coat-of-arms flags on those flags respectively symbolize the "Overlord of the Republic of Entre", "Chief Staff Officer of the Entre Army", "Military Judge of all Free Armies in the Narrow Sea", and "Provisional Governor of Phase Port". Each coat of arms is divided into four quadrants, and each has its own quadrant for the title holder, depicting the holder's personal coat of arms - its structure is like the millet on the flag of some country in a certain world. word flag.
It was a red star scattered on the sky blue background, like a quadrant of blood drops.
This large series of coats of arms represents the titular ruler of the city, Major Nemen Solayton.
?That is, himself.
After the fierce battle in Phase Port, the military government's instructions for the aftermath quickly arrived in the city. The parliament became a caretaker parliament, and the mayor and speaker who were inextricably linked to the rebel giants and the Elf Eastern Company were dismissed. The National Military Police imposed military control on Phase Port before holding local elections again.
What arrived with the new appointment was a mountain of orders, what was returned was a vast request for instructions, and what came back through teleportation magic was a clean approval. Dictator Conti Fox gave him almost all the authority he needed: to form a national army, collect taxes, audit the state and municipal treasury, promote staff, execute criminals the list goes on.
"It's almost breakfast time. You'd better not be late."
Hearing the reminder from the memory bank in the voice of the girl in his dream, Naimen couldn't laugh anymore.
"I see."
The young major answered casually and put on his best red military uniform. He hesitated for a moment, then tied "the" crimson one-sleeved military uniform behind him like a cloak as usual and walked out.
Two groups of checkpoints on the corridor have been removed, and formal Free Army soldiers are no longer responsible for guard duty. Most of the veterans in the gendarmerie have been sent out to suppress lawlessness, recruit soldiers, and take over administrative work. Their replacements are some new recruits who have just been recruited.
Most of these recruits are women, and most of the women are blond, which seems to strongly prove the rumors in the market. Young blond girls were wearing ill-fitting military uniforms, and they were holding their pistols somewhat unnaturally. They were guarding the corridors under the leadership of female non-commissioned officers who were not much older. Many of them were holding scrolls and reading aloud in a low voice. Those who are illiterate are learning to read, those who are literate are learning magic, and those who know magic are learning the fixed magic to connect the magic network.
"Sir." "Your Excellency."
Naimen nodded in return and walked down the stairs amid the salutes of the officers and soldiers.
Downstairs is the main dining room of the ** Military Police Headquarters, which is responsible for feeding the more than a thousand officers and soldiers living around this building complex. When it was used as a dining room for the Elven Ministers, it was once used as a venue for state banquets. It had a terrifyingly long banquet table. Legend has it that Emperor Cleon of the old Elven Empire once hosted a banquet for more than a hundred people from half the Senate. nameCustomers.
¡ª¡ªUnfortunately, Naimen only had one breakfast next to this antique.
He pushed open the door of the restaurant, and the soldiers inside were taking food in groups from the state banquet table that had been reduced to a buffet table. In the main space of the restaurant, there are densely packed small tables that were originally used by servants to eat. These tables and simple round wooden chairs are arranged like a square formation. Each table can seat at least eight people around it.
According to the regulations of the Free Army, there is no need to perform military salutes when eating, but people still spontaneously paid attention to them and their commanders and then people turned their attention to a corner of the restaurant.
Like the previous few days, three young women were already sitting at an ordinary table in the corner, leaving only one seat empty. The major took a deep breath, smelled the aroma of food filling the canteen, and sat down at the table.
¡ª¡ªThey are the reason why Naimen moved the big dining table to the corner of the cafeteria.
"Good morning, Naimen." Maddie Crosso's greeting was as refreshing as her short blond hair, without any formality, as natural as the greeting between brother and sister or long-time friends.
"Good morning, Mr. Solayton." Olya Hugh Coleman, the first princess of the empire who went by the pseudonym Leif Namrock, said good morning to him calmly and elegantly.
"You're up so early, Your Majesty the Governor?" Zhang Shiyi, one of the most powerful women in Xiang Port, greeted her with a hint of provocation. Her tone had the unique cadence of the East, and the rising tone at the end was soft, just like a lover. The teasing between them is average.
These three beauties greeted him almost at the same time
¡ª¡ªThere is no clue that their men performed almost all martial arts in this restaurant a few days ago.
On the first day of moving in, the team of chefs led by Zhang Shiyi, the feather-fan turbaned butler, brought six boxes of shiny Qingniufu roast duck, while Mei Di brought a team of equally large and tit-for-tat Intre chefs. , they were equipped with three full barrels of cod. The team of the first princess of the empire is the smallest, but the most luxurious, consisting of a plenipotentiary envoy and three male and female chefs at the imperial chef level. The entourages from the three parties almost got into a fight over the seats and the types of dishes. The final result of the negotiation was that Naimen had to eat breakfast that was three times the size of lunch.
The final solution was provided by Anne's memory bank: the entire restaurant was urgently converted into a style called a "buffet", with materials provided by the logistics department and all the chefs cooking separately to feed the entire command. , the officers and soldiers were free to take their own food. These delicacies not only greatly improved morale, but also solved some of Naimen's problems.
Of course, the problem of having to share breakfast with three women has not been solved. Especially, they don't look right today. Naimen pretended not to see it before, but after sitting down, he really couldn't pretend not to see it anymore.
"Forget it, Meidi, the hair of you two ladies"
¡ª¡ªZhang Shiyi¡¯s honey-colored single ponytail has become a lot lighter, and it can be seen that it is a wig. As for Princess Olya, all of her black waist-length straight hair turned golden.
The two looked at each other, looked at each other's hair, and a blush flashed across their faces.
"I-I didn't dye my hair just for youthat's weird." Zhang Shiyi flicked his ponytail, "How about this blonde color? If you don't like it, I can change it to a few more."
Olya¡¯s answer was simple and direct: ¡°I saw such a disguise magic on the magic web, so I tried it. I hope you like it.¡±
A wry smile appeared on the corner of Naimen's mouth, and he didn't know how to react. Instead, Metty put down her fork, looked at her neighbors on the left and right, and then gave her a high-five as if she had a sudden realization.
"So you two suddenly dyed blond hair because you thought Naimen likes blond hair? No. Naimen is looking for a young girl with blond hair because his former adjutant, Miss Seifer, was a blond beauty. She lost contact during the Battle of Lenny and her whereabouts are unknown"
Naimen opened his mouth and wanted to stop Metty, but found that he didn¡¯t know how to stop her. He didn't want to hear any more, so he grabbed the bread and walked away from the table.
Several ladies noticed the change in his expression. Zhang Shiyi wanted to reach out and grab the hem of his clothes, but his hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air. Olia stood up halfway and grabbed his left hand directly; Metty stopped him in surprise.
"Well, Naimen, can't I say these things? Isn't everyone in the gendarmerie aware of Miss Seifer's disappearance?"
"Well." Naimen took his hand out gently but firmly, "Please continue, I just have urgent military matters. I don't want to hear about myself again, I'm rude."
He left the restaurant quickly and walked down the stairs, pretending not to notice the sight behind him.
Naimen knew that if Metty told this matter, it would not damage his image - at least it would be much better than "a lustful officer who loves blonde beauties". I'm afraid, in the eyes of Olia or Zhang Shiyi, Anne Seifer is just a dead competitor - maybe not even a competitor. This sentiment usually earns a few tears and some brownie points.
But Naimen didn¡¯t want to accept such sympathy. Not at all.
He believed, no, he knew Anne was still alive. He will find her and restore her memory.
Until then, he doesn¡¯t want to be pitied.
The second floor is occupied by the ** Military Police Staff Headquarters. The staff officers who had finished breakfast were busy around the huge sand table of the Intere Republic, while those who were temporarily out of work were taking a nap.
The fleet chess pieces and army chess pieces on the sand table are in groups, like a diplomatic game set in a specific area. Of course, it was impossible to make such a fine sandbox in just a few days. This large sandbox was accidentally seized from the Elf Legation.
Only when he actually stood in front of the sand table did he have a slight sense of the danger of the previous situation. Naimen was not a staff officer with a professional background, and he only played military chess and diplomatic games occasionally - those were left by Claude Lopez in the orphanage, and they are probably burned to ashes now.
"No wonder they want to give it a try. If it weren't for the power of the Seventh Fleet, this city and even the entire Intray would have changed hands."
Green sails representing the Holy Forest are placed around the narrow sea of ??Intre, while gray army chess pieces of the empire are placed at various ports. When the full strength of the free nations was poured into the battlefields of Jena and Blenheim, the Sensen and the Imperial expeditionary force had already occupied seven or eight coastal fortresses. As long as the Phase Port is captured again, the territory in the Interay Bay and the Narrow Sea will be connected as one, and the Interay Republic can only be trapped in the inland counties of the twin islands, without any threat at all.
The commander of the Elven High Sea Fleet, Drewayne Mandriel "Intraeus", who commanded this operation, was born in one of the four major families. After defeating the Fifth Fleet, he was already second only to the Elven Navy in the Two Seas. The big shot is Admiral Churchillas, Commander-in-Chief of the Fleet. If he achieves this goal again, he will become the most successful Shensen general since the collapse of the Elf Empire.
Fortunately, this is just an if.
After the army ceased fire, the battlefield of the three-party competition moved to the sea. Starting from Phase Port and Pyro, the capital of the Republic of Fates, arrows representing the counterattack plan filled the Narrow Sea, pointing not only to all the lost lands occupied by the Imperial Expeditionary Force, but also to all the trade held by the elves and the Shensen Eastern Company. Stations, ports and concessions.
No matter how prominent the name "Intraeus" is, the free nations have already freed up their hands. It seems it's time to make the elves pay the price. Those ports and merchant fleets looked like fragile eggs, completely exposed to the iron fist of the Free Army and Navy.
"The battle will probably break out when the elves gather a large enough merchant fleet to force a breakthrough, right?"
After standing in front of the sand table for five minutes, this high-spirited passion improved Naimen's not-so-good mood.
"Sir, I'm sorry, we need to update the regular contact." A staff officer squeezed past him, "Just now news came from the Phatis small fleet. They have merged with the third fleet of the Seventh Fleet and will enter this morning. port."
"The small fleet of Fates?" Naimen repeated subconsciously.
"Yes, due to a smooth journey, they are expected to arrive at the port this morning instead of this afternoon. The staff is updating the schedule," the staff officer took out his pocket watch. "The welcome ceremony will be held in advance, and it may be the first transaction on the exchange. merge."
Naimen struggled to recall today¡¯s schedule from his memory, recalling the events mentioned by his staff. Every day in Phase Port was like fighting a war for him - although he had been fighting before, he didn't have so many daily affairs. As a hero of the Fifth Freedom War and the temporary governor of Phase Port, his appearance is worth a few points discount on the war debt.
"Welcome ceremonyah, yes. My reinforcements and the lady are coming."
The staff officer was slightly startled: "It's impolite to mention the revered Archbishop in this way, sir. I heard that some Phates people are very fanatical. If the Archbishop can come to Phase Port, It will be of great help to our local operations.¡±
"Oh, thank you, Lieutenant. I'll pay attention."
As he said this, Naimen could not become serious. The itinerary of Lady Bonnie Seifer, the Archbishop of the Reformation Church, was planned in his bedroom. This journey was to obtain the requisitioned intelligence.Opportunities to strengthen the strength of various Protestant orders. He changed the topic and started asking other guests.
"What about our follow-up reinforcements? After a few weeks, we should be able to draw out manpower from the less damaged Italian-American runner-up army and Fates army."
"They are all on the squadron of the Seventh Fleet. However, there are not many people, no more than five hundred."
"But those are all officers. They are enough to set up the airs of two divisions."
A Freedom Division requires five to six hundred officers at all levels, and a National Guard Division also requires two to three hundred people. That's good news, thought Naimen.
"I hope the general leading the team won't be too difficult."
He doesn¡¯t care about handing over power, but he doesn¡¯t want the military police, the most hard-hitting soldiers in the Free Army, to be bullied.
Naimen picked up the red chess piece representing the Free Army and placed it firmly in the position of the phase port. Afterwards, he left the hall and rushed to the port to inspect the preparations there.
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Once people get busy, time will pass very quickly.
After checking all the preparations and confirming the situation and progress with subordinates and collaborators in various departments, Naimen found himself among all the prominent figures in Phase Port - including, of course, his subordinates and female companions in the Warlord's mansion. Surrounded by them.
To use an Eastern proverb, it looks like ¡°a herd of white horses running through a narrow gap¡±¡
"But what does time have to do with the white horse?"
This question seems to have stumped even Anne's memory bank.
While he was busy searching in the memory bank, Naimen stood on the pier of Westport, looking at the shadow of the sky-covering sails moored in the harbor.
The salutes roared in the ears, and the huge and heavy four-masted transport ship slowly docked.
The crowd of onlookers burst into cheers at the right time. The people who come here, except for spies with ulterior motives, are basically ordinary people who have expectations for the Free Army. Anything that can enhance the strength of the Free Army will enhance their confidence.
Naimen turned his head and waved to the crowd, and the crowd burst into even louder cheers.
"Look! That's the 'Lenny's Hero' who defeated the Emperor!"
"Long live the Free Army and Navy!"
"That's the new owner of Phase Port He's really young. His appearance is very deceptive. I really can't tell that he is a man who has been quietly busy collecting beautiful women and being licentious within two days of occupation."
Of course, Naimen cannot hear such whispers. Even those deafening cheers, he didn't hear much. All the young major's attention was focused on the gangway in front of him.
The first person to come down the gangway was a slightly stout gray-haired middle-aged man he was quite familiar with, Vice Admiral Fisher of the Fourth Squadron of the Seventh Fleet. Marshal Wei of the Seventh Fleet personally led the main fleet to pursue the main force of the Saint Sen fleet in Intraeus, and handed over the rear to General Fisher, who was in charge of management as usual.
"We haven't seen you for a few days, the battle is quite strong." Lieutenant General Fisher praised.
Naimen said a few words casually and modestly: "We are just trying to maintain it. It is already very difficult to get this port back to normal operation."
"It looks like everything can be done as we agreed. Who is the specific person in charge?"
"The bank matters belong to the Croseau family. The auction of the company's property is complicated. I have temporarily left it to the Zhang family and three other local prominent families to use their talents to handle it. If you have needs, just negotiate with them directly. If If there are any ships, supplies or land that the Seventh Fleet needs in particular, you can give priority to them in your share."
"Then I won't disturb your army's business."
Behind the Vice Admiral was a black-haired gentleman with a goatee, about forty-five or six years old, and wearing an orange translucent monocle. He wore the green military uniform of the Phates Army, with a general star on his shoulder and a matching silver cross. He is a major general.
Naimen smiled, and gave a decisive and quick military salute to show his friendship, without leaving any problems to the other party. The tense expression on the other side obviously relaxed, and he returned the same firm and neat reply. While the hands of both parties were clasped together, they exchanged each other's identities.
"Provisional Governor of Phase Port, Major Nemen Solayton, Envoy of the Overlord of Intre."
"Former Chief of Staff of the 3rd Freedom Division, current commander of the 14th Freedom Division "Zhuhai", Major General Dupleixgodehau. I have also admired your name for a long time, young Governor-General."
"You're welcome, just call me Major, Your Majesty Major General Gao Huo."
There were a total of twelve Free Divisions before the war, and now there are three remainingIn addition to making up for the shortfall, the Republic is working hard to expand its army. The codename of the 13th Freedom Division is "Miracle", which is a unit recruited and established by Bonnie Seifer as the governor of Fates. The 14th Free Division, which General Naimen was responsible for recruiting, was ranked behind it, and the military and political meeting decided to name it "Zhuhai Division" (14thffdivision"ove
" seas").
Another officer followed Gao Huo. His attitude was more friendly, and he returned the salute directly behind the major general, and took the initiative to extend his right hand to Naimen.
This soldier with light yellow curly hair is wearing the brown subtropical military uniform of the Italian-American runner-up. He looks much younger than Major General Gao Huo, in his thirties. He wears a special glove on his right hand, which only has three fingers. The index finger and middle finger are missing.
"The commander of the rebuilt 9th National Division "Dragon Lance", formerly affiliated with the 9th "Fist Blade" National Division, Colonel Shrop Cliff (sh
opclive). "
"Ah, Cliff from the Blademaster? We met once when we were in Lenny."
"Each other."
The original 9th ??National Guard Division "Fist Blade" was completely wiped out in the Battle of Rennie. Only Lieutenant Colonel Cliff retained half of the organized battalion. The only surviving lieutenant colonel was promoted as a combat hero and rushed to rebuild the annihilated army.
After the reconstruction, the symbolic weapon of this division changed from the fist blade with the shortest attack range to the dragon gun with a total length of more than seven meters - the 9th National Guard Division "Dragon Gun" (9thmf
division"d
agonlance").
These two senior officers led the new officer corps that came from Fortiburg and Fates. The medals on their chests both had small medals representing "temporary awards." The officer corps reinforced this time is less than half of what it should be, and its military rank and resume are lower than they should be - there are not many senior officers left in any of the main freedom divisions.
But the people watching didn¡¯t know this. What they could see was the dense silver stars on the shoulders of this army, the medals on their chests, and a complete set of equipment shining with all kinds of magical light. This time the reinforcements even brought a super-staffed cavalry company, and those tall northern horses and hybrid celestial horses were equally impressive. People admired the high ranks and sophisticated equipment of these reinforcements, and vaguely felt that the recovery of the Narrow Sea was just around the corner.
After the two sides exchanged information on each other, they quickly handed over the specific work to the staff officers below. The future staff officers of the 14th Division and the 9th National Division just got off the ship and rushed to the Military Police Headquarters with the fatigue of the journey to receive the supplies and barracks of the troops, leaving the generals to continue to handle important but important matters on the dock. Boring ritual.
"Everything seems to be going well. The remaining half of the officers and troops' military expenses will also depend on your work, Major. In my division, you can leave as many vacancies for honorary officers as you want."
"Well, my division's officer vacancy is as high as two-thirds In other words, the Dragonlance Division has a greater need for this money."
Honorary officers are a common fundraising method for the Free Army. Many congressmen took off their formal attire and put on the military uniforms of colonels or majors, leading a regiment or a battalion of troops, and were responsible for recruitment and logistics; there were also many important sponsors who chose nominal staff or magic officer positions.
"I do not intend to recruit honorary officers or militiamen on a large scale, as that may affect the combat effectiveness of the army." Naimen shook his head, "My plan is to first form a regiment as the core force of the two divisions to attack the emperor. Party members and liberate the occupied counties along the coast. The fundraising plan will start today. If you two are in good spirits, I implore you to be here to assist us in our work, so that those donors and bond buyers can gain some confidence. "
When talking about these topics, the three of them smiled bitterly. From the moment they saw Naimen's formation, Gao Huo and Cliff knew his intention. As officers of free countries, they cannot devote themselves to combat and training like their counterparts in the empire. Obtaining military funds from local areas is also an important part of their work.
"Want to raise funds? I am willing to help. Of course, the protagonists today should not be us."
"It's time for the guest who is better at this job than us to dock."
Colonel Cliff pointed toward the sea. The second round of salute gradually started, and the crowd was once again excited and commotion.
In the corner behind the crowd, several low-key girls were whispering.
"Do you know the semaphore?"
"I learned a little bit when I was working as a pilot at the dock. The semaphore means"
The former female Thieves Guild cadre who goes by the pseudonym Bai Ruisi narrowed her eyes and looked at the second boat slowly approaching the dock.
"Different from the bulky and heavy merchant ship of the Transport Officer Corps, this is a battleship orA fast capital ship with a triangular sail, three decks and numerous magic cannons.
A brief port-in salute semaphore is hung on the beam from the main mast to the mizzen mast, but other messages are hung in the main semaphore area from the bow to the main mast.
Di Meiyi, the former "Mink" of the Thieves Guild, didn't know words, but she knew the letters and phrases represented by each flag, so she copied the letters represented by each flag into the notebook of Bai Ruisi, codenamed "Bai Si".
Bai Ruisi put the letters together one by one, read out the corresponding words, and told them to the two companions around him.
"It means, on behalf of the supreme and respectable spokesperson of the gods, to pay tribute to the Seventh Fleet and Phase Port¡ª¡ª"
There is only one person in the southern countries who can use the religious title of "Supreme Respectable Spokesperson of the Gods". The white-backed gold holy emblem battle flag fluttering on the bow also reveals the identity of the owner of this ship.
"All salutes are fired! Welcome the Archbishop of all churches, Your Excellency Bonnie Seifer, to the Port Phase Reform Association!"
A bishop of the Phase Port Reform Association rushed past the officers like Naimen regardless of etiquette, rushed to the end of the dock pier and shouted loudly.
¡°Just a month ago, his church was still an important branch of the Buddhist Order. Now, the original four major Protestant orders have all recognized their de facto status under Bonnie Seifer, the greatest theologian of the world. The Reformation Order is superior to the Four Orders of the Concordat, the Vinaya, the Simple, and the Introspection. First Church on the. As long as the problem of the highest level of magic can be solved, status is not important at all.
This last salute cleared all the shore batteries, and the entire fleet in the harbor also fired in response. After all the cannons were fired, suddenly, the entire dock suddenly held its breath, leaving only the sound of the sea breeze in the air.
¡°In the midst of this unexpected silence, the figure of Archbishop Bonnie Seifer, wearing a pure white gauze dress, appeared on the bow of the ship.
Bonnie¡¯s steps couldn¡¯t be described as majestic, and her posture didn¡¯t look particularly special; but everyone felt that she was firmly walking on her own path. Her translucent ice blue crystal high heels stepped on the pedals, leaving no trace of offset.
It is like a holy and inaccessible high mountain flower, which can make people feel a kind of religious peace and tranquility.
Naimen could hardly connect her with the girl he once knew. The Bonnie Saphire he knew was calm, wise, wise and decisive, and sometimes unapproachable, but she was still a beauty who could communicate and occasionally joke. And today's Bonnie looks like
"It's like the word 'Holy Archbishop' became a real person."
He said to himself in a voice that no one could hear. He seemed to have seen that kind of firm, quiet and overwhelming momentum somewhere before.
Bonnie stopped in front of the bishop and looked at him with frosty eyes. The Bishop only hesitated for a moment, then stepped back with his right foot, preparing to kneel to her; but Bonnie's right hand reached out like lightning, blocking the Bishop's further movements, and told her what she had done since disembarking. first sentence.
"There is no need to salute me. I came to Interre to bring blessings to everyone, not to impose power. Let us build a better church together."
The corners of her mouth finally thawed, and a smile appeared. At that moment, Naimen seemed to see the shadow of Annie in her smile.
Then, a wide-area blessing magic unfolded with her as the center.
A golden light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and then they felt something sweep through their minds, sweeping away all the fatigue in their bodies. If I had to describe it, it would be like the refreshing feeling you get when you wake up after a good night's sleep.
This is not a high-level magic. In fact, almost every priest and priest of some status will use this kind of magic cautiously to facilitate the popularization of doctrine and strengthen people's faith. But being able to use the blessing spell on a crowd of tens of thousands of people with such ease is undoubtedly proof of being a top divine spell user.
The contrast between the "frozen saint" and the blessing smile easily erased the last trace of defense in the hearts of Hong Kong people. No one cared about Bonnie's age and gender anymore, and no longer had any doubts about a distant saint; the crowd was filled with a sudden burst of enthusiasm, and the wave swept through them, and the cheers aroused could almost lift the crowd. Turn over the entire Westport.
¡°Long live the Saint!¡± ¡°She is a good pastor.¡± ¡°I feel like she can really build a better church.¡±
People cheered and exchanged their opinions with each other, and the scene was very lively. There are only a few people who have always had doubts about Protestantism and those who knew Bonnie Seifer before.?Keep calm.
The Orthodox Apostolic Envoy in Phase Port, Ionette Hartman, frowned imperceptibly and whispered to Olya beside him: "She is the Bonnie you met before. Sephiel? It¡¯s indeed a threat. It¡¯s probably not feasible to promote Orthodoxy here.¡±
"Yes. She is indeed a very, very dangerous opponent."
Princess Olia said, turning her gaze to Naimen, who was standing not far in front. After listening to Metty's explanation of Naimen's story, she quietly changed her hair back to the black hair of the imperial royal family.
Then, she moved her gaze to Zhang Shiyi and Mei Di who were standing behind Nai Men: Mei Di looked a little over-excited, while Zhang Shiyi's left fist was clenched tightly, as if she was ready to fight at any time¡ª¡ª What's interesting is that she still has the blond hair that is somewhat out of place with her skin tone and body shape.
It seems that I am not the only one who feels nervous. The princess of the empire smiled bitterly in her heart. Bonnie Seifer is one of those people who can cause tremendous stress to others even if she doesn't do anything. As early as when she was just a mere "Pluto Luthor Senator", the Empire's security agencies had been mentioning this name all day long.
"Fortunately, I prepared countermeasures"
Then, she saw Bonnie Saphire walking quickly across the trestle and walking in their direction. She and Naimen exchanged a look, and the young acting governor left the crowd and walked towards her. Another plot that was discussed in advance, Olia thought with a little dissatisfaction.
"Finally I see you, my hero."
Bonnie reached out her hand in a friendly manner and dropped a shocking statement. Her voice is clear and loud, leaving no room for misunderstanding. Almost everyone who could hear these words fell into astonishment, including Nemen Solayton himself.
"She just said 'my hero', right? What does that mean?"
"Hush. Be quiet. We may be witnessing something remarkable."
¡°You should review the script with me first,¡± Naimen muttered in his mind, hesitating on how to act. It seemed as if he should go up and shake hands, but such a shocking sentence forced him to take some unexpected actions.
The young major held up the opponent's right hand and said solemnly: "If this is the will of the gods, I am willing to become Miss Sephiel's hero."
He knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and kissed the back of Bonnie Saphire's right hand gently. He was talking about Sephiel, not Bonnie. He had sworn to be Anne Seifer's hero.
The Saint¡¯s reaction is not as inaccessible as her expression and demeanor. Her palms were warm, and her fingertips were still trembling slightly after his sudden kiss.
That means she understands. A blush appeared on Bonnie's face and she stared at him with those wonderful eyes. Her eyes seemed to say, "This is considered cooperative," but there seemed to be a trace of disappointment in her eyes.
"The reason why I came to Phase Port is because I saw the future in the prophecy magic."
Bonnie held his hand back, and with a gentle pull, Naimen stood up.
"In the future I see, we will inherit all the resources of the elven colonization business."
The archbishop¡¯s sermon was concise and to the point. Bonnie Saphire's voice was calm and full of certainty.
"In the future I see, our colonies will replace their trading posts."
She glanced at the crowd with certainty, as if she saw a certain future.
¡°In the future I see, our concessionaires will replace their concessionaires.¡±
It sounded as if she had seen it with her own eyes.
"In the future I see, we can not only be sea transporters, but we can also become the masters of this sea."
The eyes of the crowd began to become hot. Prophecy magic is known as the most powerful of all magic schools, but it is also one of the most prone to problems. The accuracy of most prophetic magic is within a dubious range. It may be used as a tool for the Imperial Budget Department and insurance companies to predict the future, but it will never be made public.
¡°In the future I see, Phase Port will dominate this waterway and become the new home port of free countries.¡±
But now, an archbishop has spoken openly about the prophecy. If this prophecy cannot be realized, it is hard to even imagine how hard the entire sect will be hit¡ª¡ª
In other words, this prediction cannot be wrong. The Holy Lady of the Free Nations, Archbishop Bonnie Saphire, will mobilize all her power to ensure that this prophecy is correct.
¡°In the future I see, my heroes will bring me gifts?His holy symbol started it all. "
Bonnie quietly took off the holy symbol on her chest. It was a holy emblem inlaid with a huge transparent diamond and several large diamonds. Both the raw materials and the decorations on it looked very luxurious. Only the largest top churches had the money and ability to make it.
¡°So I¡¯m here to turn this prophecy into reality.¡±
Bonnie raised her head slightly and straightened the collar of Nathan. The collar of the military uniform he was wearing and the worn one-sleeved military uniform draped behind his back were messily intertwined, looking very careless. Bonnie helped him straighten it out, and then solemnly put his holy emblem on Nai. door chest.
This slightly intimate and transgressive gesture was viewed by the crowd as a formal guarantee of Nemen Solayton's rule over Port Aspect, but to the other ladies, it was nothing less than a bolt from the blue.
"It's almost like an unmarried couple" Ionette Hartman said in the lowest voice, a wry smile flashed on his handsome face, and he looked at the deputy beside him, "Is the surprise you prepared again? consider¡ª¡ª"
Immediately afterwards, the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat. The Apostolic Envoy discovered that First Princess Olia Hugh Coleman had her fingers pressed to her ears and was communicating something through communication.
"Is it too late?"
Ionette raised her head quickly. He was the first of all to look up.
Almost at the same time, Bonnie, who had put on the Holy Emblem on Naimen and tidied up her appearance, also suddenly raised her head. This action came without any warning, causing Naimon, who was so close, to subconsciously tilt his head back.
The crowd also raised their heads after her¡ª¡ª
They saw a giant dragon with silver light rushing down from the clouds!
Before their exclamations could be heard from their throats, this uninvited silver dragon had already rushed over a height of several hundred meters, perhaps several thousand meters, and landed in the middle of Phase West Port with the clouds brought from high altitude. ¡ª¡ª
¡ª¡ªJust in front of Nemen Solayton and Bonnie Saphire!
The flight of a dragon is magic in itself. Those huge wings are far from enough to support the weight of this giant beast. Its flight is actually a great magic that involves the surrounding air layer and moves quickly together.
Only the flight of the dragon can bring the clouds that originally only stayed in the sky to the ground. The size of this cloud layer is enough to cover all the people near Sihanoukville.
"Don't panic, everyone!"
Bonnie took a step forward and ordered decisively.
Her left and right arms glowed with magical light at the same time. Her left arm was covered with flowing iridescence, and her right arm was dazzling with pure holy light.
The high-altitude stratus clouds fell on the flat ground and began to disperse in an instant.
What appeared surrounded by clouds and mist was not the giant dragon that people imagined, but a silver-haired, tall, cold woman with a frightening light in her eyes.
"Hey, the Girl Pope of the South. This way of greeting a big customer is a bit impolite. To be courteous, put away those magics of yours?"
The daughter of the Silver Dragon took a deep breath and waved her left arm in front of her body seemingly easily.
The cloud vapor she brought down from high altitude turned into a torrent, and was frozen into ice edges by the silver dragon's innate ability.
These countless ice edges, driven by Long Wei, rushed straight towards Bonnie Seifer!
This kind of power is far beyond the limit that Naimen can accept. He couldn't help but take a step back, two steps, three steps, watching the crystal hit the two top magic spells prepared by Bonnie's left and right hands.
Not a single ice crystal or even a trace of water could pass through the two top-level magic defenses.
First, the light ball on her left hand dispersed and turned into a dazzling rainbow light. Then, as the fingertips of Bonnie's left hand trembled slightly, it turned into a flame screen full of red light, removing the coldness and tip of the ice edge. The armor-breaking impact is invisible.
Then, the white light in his right hand filled the air and turned into the strongest defensive shield in the world, standing on the trestle like a high wall.
All the clouds and water were instantly blocked by the iridescent and holy light barrier, and then turned into a curtain of water, rushing around, scattering with a "crash", and spilling into the sea along the pier pier.
The crowd of onlookers, including those important people not far away, were all stunned.
"Indeed, using these two magics to entertain guests is a little more intense. Thank you for correcting me, Your Highness Silver Dragon. I have received your kindness."
Bonnie described in an understatement the two top arcane and divine magics that could completely reside in the ninth level. Silver Dragon sensed this powerful threat immediately and used almost all of his dragon power to detonate these two magics.
"Wellthen that's the end of the sideshow."?
The man and the dragon exchanged looks. Although one party is probably several thousand years old and the other party is not even twenty, they can both see how powerful the other is.
"Just tell me directly. If I plan to invest in your small business, how much return can I get?"
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