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    As night fell, the church bells rang, and the church deacon led the nobles in. The priest stood on the podium and preached sonorously. Everyone held their breath and listened to the threat of the end of the world. Arod played with the rose beads in his hand in boredom.  , the spices from the far east are ignited, and in the mist and candlelight, people seem to be really in the realm of heaven.  "May the Lord bless you." After the church ceremony, people lined up one by one to come to the priest and receive the blessing of bread and wine.  ¡°It¡¯s such a long ceremony.¡± After walking out of the church and taking a breath of cold air, Arold¡¯s head finally became clearer, and he said to Princess Josie beside him.  "You should be more pious." Princess Josie reminded Aruode.  "Oh, I got it. By the way, I still have something to wait for a while." A Ruode said to Princess Qiao Qi.  "Are you alone?" Princess Josie asked.  "Harvey will stay with me." Arold hesitated for a moment, but felt there was no need to hide, so he said to Princess Josie.  Princess Qiaoxi paused after hearing this, but soon walked into the castle with the maids. Aruode had been thinking about who would be waiting for her in the cemetery, and Aruode was walking to the cemetery with curiosity.  Quedlinburg's cemetery is in the valley not far from the church. There is an old oak tree growing crookedly. Under the tree are rows of cross tombstones. These crosses are carved from marble or other stones.  There are Saxon nobles under the tombstones.  Of course, it is impossible for a real royal family to be buried here. Not far from these ordinary tombstones, there is a tomb with a dome. As soon as you enter the tomb, you can see seven iron candlestick stands as tall as one person. Candles are always on the door.  The coffins of Prince Otto's dead relatives were placed side by side in the dim tomb.  "Ta-da." Aruode walked into the tomb, his footsteps echoing in the tomb. The candlelight swayed and a tombkeeper stood up from the dark corner. His whole body was shrouded in a gray robe.  Slowly walked to the candlestick.  "Huh?" Aruode stopped there.  Observe carefully the seemingly ordinary tombkeepers. They are the only two people in the dark environment.  "Please forgive me for choosing to see you in this place, Your Majesty the Duke." The tombkeeper turned around and took off the hood on his head.  A face that Aruode recognized was revealed.  "Lord Duncan?" Arod was slightly surprised. Duncan disappeared after Duke Abel's death. Arod thought he was dead.  "That's right, but Duncan is one of my countless identities." Duncan bowed to Arod as if they were in Duke Abel's court.  Like the first time I saw it.  "A pseudonym?" Aruode asked.  "It doesn't matter, how does it feel to be a Duke?" Duncan said to Arold.  "Humph, does this have anything to do with you?" "Of course, your rise has special significance, and everything is revealed in the prophecy." Duncan walked to the candlelight, stretched out his hand to extinguish the light of a candle.  "Prophecy? I don't believe the moans of those sick people, huh." Aruode waved his hand, as if to shoo away the flies in front of him.  "Since the ancient Greek times, many wise men have predicted the future. Even among the dark pillars of the ancient Roman Empire, there are prophets who have stopped." Duncan said to Arold.  "But it seems useless. Both Greece and Rome have been silent in the dust of history, so the prophecy is simply the delusion of ignorant people." Arod said to Duncan.  "I used to think it was true, but until I saw some things in your territory, I had to believe in the scrolls left by the prophets." Duncan slowly walked to the stone bench in the tomb and sat on it. He kept watching.  What Arod did and what happened on Mecklenburg.  "Huh?" Aruode became alert. Is there really a so-called prophecy?  "I'll show you this as a sign of our sincerity in cooperating. Then we'll find an opportunity to talk about how to save this hopelessly dirty world." Duncan stood up and left a parchment booklet behind.  Then he slowly walked into the darkness. He walked very slowly, but Aruode's attention was on the book.  "This is, this is." Aruode walked over and picked up the booklet. When he opened the booklet, he was almost stunned.  In the sketches and paintings scrawled in notes, there is a vague duel between two spear phalanxes and musketeers, and next to it is a reader asking puzzled questions. He does not understand why the two sides are aiming at each other with wooden sticks.  "What happened to the owner of this book?" Arrod picked up the sheepskin book and returned to the castle. His heart was full of doubts. Is there anyone else in this world?Those who surpass will fail.  If that's the case, why didn't he use his talents to leave his name in the history of history, or history simply won't allow time travellers to surface, then what will be his fate?  "What's wrong with you, Arade?" Princess Qiao Xi looked at Arade sitting on the wooden chair, seemingly lost in thought, and couldn't help but ask.  "If I weren't me, would we still meet or get married?" Aruode held Princess Josie's hand and asked her.  "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Princess Qiaoxi asked curiously.  "No, it's okay, pour me some wine." Aruode smiled. When he heard little William's cry, he couldn't help but feel soft in his heart.  "Arrod, I've always wanted to ask my brother, how did Abel die?" Suddenly, Princess Josie asked Arrod.  "Why do you ask? The cause of Duke Mason's death is well known to everyone. Have you heard any rumors?" Aruode raised his head and said to his wife.  "Ah, it's okay, of course I believe what you said." Princess Qiao Qi said to Aruode.  After receiving Arod's letter, Mecklenburg's fleet quickly assembled at the port under the command of Soros. The port where merchant ships originally gathered became a gathering place for the army. They will move Arod's army  By sea, it is sent to the territory of East Flanders. From there, you can reach the place closest to your destination along the tributaries of the Rhine River.  "How are the preparations for Count Yves?" Thoros looked at the fleet with satisfaction. Arod handed the fleet over to his command. Looking at the vast sea, Thoros felt like he was sailing in his own territory.  generally.  "It should be soon. Is there going to be another war?" Next to Soros is his son, who helps Soros manage the maritime caravan.  ¡°Yes, and the place we are going to this time goes deep into the hinterland of Europa, there will definitely be a lot of things to prepare for.¡± Soros said to his son.  "Look, Count Yves is here." The rumble of horse hooves sounded outside the port, and a flag of the Knights of Sternton came into people's eyes. Surrounded by the knights, Count Yves entered the port, and he jumped off the horse.  , Soros immediately took his son and walked down the side of the ship.  "Your Majesty, the ship is ready." Soros said to Yves.  "Then what are you waiting for? The army has been assembled." Yifu took off his helmet and handed it to the attendant beside him.  ¡°We still have to wait for the direction of the wind.¡± Soros reported to Count Yves.  "I hate waiting." Count Yves complained.  "We have prepared a room, please rest there for the night." Soros specially vacated a merchant's house in the port to entertain Count Yves.  "No need to bother, the soldiers and I will camp outside the port. Call me when your wind direction improves." Yves waved to Soros, then remounted his horse and walked out of the port.  "Your Majesty, how much food do I need to provide for the soldiers?" "You can see for yourself." Yves smiled slightly, kicked his mount with the spur of his heel, and walked out of the port.  "Oh?" Soros followed Yifu in confusion. When he walked out of the port, he saw a team of 2,000 people heading towards the port along the winding path.  "Father, I'm afraid we can't transport them all at once." Soros's son opened his mouth. He looked at the soldiers of the Mecklenburg Legion in bright armor. They were definitely not the peasant conscripts pulled from the fields by ordinary lords.  .  "Such a lineup should be regarded as an imperial achievement." Soros's eyes couldn't help but show an eager look, and he murmured Hebrew to himself.  (The end of the first season of Medieval Life) (The second season may be planned to be written depending on the situation) (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotia.net
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