The horses galloped, the scenery kept flying backwards, and the sound of the wind blew in my ears. The sound of hooves was as dense as raindrops, and the speed was blurred. The trees, houses and fields on the roadside seemed to be separated by rain, and they were indescribable. The soil under my feet seemed to be a flowing river, winding from the distance, and then rushing away. A green mountain rose on the horizon, and a beautiful sky blue castle sat on the hillside, a white thunder cloud suspended above the castle, golden lightning dancing in it, and holy white light sprinkled on the earth.
It is the southernmost end of the Sunset Mountains, on the border between the Principality of Aria and Feinberg. The peaks of the Blue Castle and the area at the foot of the mountain are under the jurisdiction of the church. This is a rich and rich land, just like the two countries on both sides of the border. However, long-term confrontation will cause desolation, and ordinary people who want to go to peace will try their best to enter the area managed by the church - obviously, this will cause gaps and contrasts.
The road along the east side of the mountain has been well repaired, but only the Paladin can run on it. Diderit and her elf friends moved quickly, and no one could compete with them at the speed. Those inns that earned money by providing resting services to travelers on the road, listened happily to the sound of horse hooves, and could no longer hide their disappointment and sent them away. "What are these elves doing? My grapes/apples/pear wine is so sweet!"
Unfortunately, although there are all the fields along the way, there are many orchards, each farm has its own characteristics, each inn has a warm host and delicious food, and every lake, river valley and forest has beautiful scenery, but none of them can be compared with the Holy Trinity Castle. It is a city built on the mountain, built against the lush mountains, with hard rocks taken out of the mountain belly. It is said that only divine power can shake its solid foundation, and only the sky is the only limit of this castle.
From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, a huge city wall stretches to protect the Holy Three Castle in the middle. The magic technique performed on the city wall will change its height according to the attacker's body shape. Whether it is a human robber or a giant army, they will be suppressed by the same suppression. There are five layers of such a city wall, and the magic technique used is more complex than the other. Although the layer of the innermost protection sect looks thinner and can only pass through the city head by a single horse, it is said that it can become a wall of thunder, which can not only attack the mortal world, but also cross the barriers of space to prevent the threat of trying to penetrate from hell or the abyss.
There are 180,000 residents in the city, most of which are farmed in farms at the foot of the mountain, and some of them live in the city. After doing handicraftsmen provide services to the church. The size of the city could have continued to expand, but in order to avoid stimulating the two countries not far away, the Holy Trinity Castle chose a relatively conservative way to operate. This time, the Holy Trinity Castle will take the opportunity to scatter about 60,000 residents and enrich them into various Model Leaders, and continue to reduce the number of residents in the city. This will not reduce the city's defense ability. After all, militias are never used here, and the high-level knights and priests in the church center are the main forces of the battle.
At noon, seven men and seven horses passed the city wall gate at the foot of the mountain, continued up the mountain road, and then passed through three gate cards to enter the castle area. For hundreds of years, no one was able to break through any fortress gate. Even the strong red dragon eighty years ago left a charred mark on the city wall and was shot to death. For the record of Quansheng, the Paladins and priests stationed in the Holy Trinity Castle were full of pride, but they never boasted that the castle would not fall - and because of this, it would not fall here.
"Alanita, take care of the horses and be ready to set off at any time. I and the others go to the sect." Diderit made his hair messed up by the wind, gently stroked the thunder cross on the front of the breastplate with his fingers. "The goddess gave me strength." She said, then held the hilt of the sword and walked towards the sect house on the right side of the square.
There are many people coming and going here. The position and class can be seen from the holy emblem on the priest's chest, and the paladin's medal and shoulder bracelet patterns can also be distinguished. However, in the Holy Trinity Castle, the only thing that needs to be paid tribute is the Goddess of Truth, between people, believers and believers, and there is no need to bow down. People who are familiar with each other meet and greet each other with farmers in the fields and villages, but "going to have a drink together" becomes "how to go and pray together". Diderit has urgent matters to do, but this time she saved even the greetings. She kept a serious expression and pushed open the door to the office of Archbishop McIntosh, the "Center of the Word".
McIntosh, who has no hair, has a golden curly beard, is a half-elf. He has just crossed the threshold of 70 years old this year, but it has long been a legend among the Pastor of the Word. He once single-handedly persuaded the three blue dragons to break away from the original superstition and become believers of the Goddess of the Thunder Goddess of Truth. The three blue dragons are still guarding the mountains behind the Three Castles. On the one hand, they are guilty of destroying the Archbishop's hair, and on the other hand, they are proud of it. After all, it is the only time Archbishop Macintosh is the closest to failure. Now, Archbishop Macintosh is the first person in charge of the Holy Word Center of the Three Castle, and is also responsible for the various affairs under the model leadership.
"Knock on the door, remember to knock on the door next time." McIntosh looked back and waved: "Didelit is back again? Come and see, I'm almost done."
"Still playing with mud?" Diderit walked around the large table with scrolls of paperwork next to the door, jumped over the rolled old carpet, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Archbishop. In front of her was a large wooden platform, with only one topographic map made with dirt, fine iron rods and wood chips. The various fortresses of the Sunset Mountains, the Duchy of Aria and the towns of Feinberg, and the main rivers, lakes and roads were all marked on it.
"Tell me, what do you think?" The Archbishop had just finished his work and was wiping away the mud on his hands with a rag. "I rode Mashati in the sky for several times, and my hair was gone. That's how I finished it."
"I don't care about your hair, I've just been curious, as a half-elves, why is your beard so firm? The hair is frozen, they are still there." Diderit narrowed his eyes and looked at the topographic map carefully: "Well... there is a place that is not right, the mountain is low, and the fortress should be at a higher position."
"Where? Bingfeng Fortress? Oh, I remember you followed Bishop Nathaniel last year, so your judgment should be correct." The Archbishop looked at it and shook his head: "Looking from altitude, there will be no error in the position, but there will be some problems in the height. Unfortunately, I don't have time to walk around and see. Dili, are you in a hurry to find me? "
"I want to apply for territory, right in that piece." The Elf Paladin drew his sword and roughly drew in the Ice Peak Fortress and its northeast direction. "I just came back from there and had the consent of Pastor Kipling. This is the document of the Ice Peak Fortress. I will participate in their divine and great prophecy ceremony, and I will take over that area as the lord."
The Archbishop took the scroll, opened it and looked carefully, and then began to meditate. He paced the room, then walked to the desk and opened the standard document to establish a model leader, studied it carefully for a while, and then nodded: "Since the Bingfeng Fortress has made a choice and the Great Prophecy Ritual is not affected, then this is completely OK from the procedural point of view, and I can approve it. But can you tell me who came up with the idea? I am very curious."
"Last winter I went to the Ice Peak Fortress, where I met several friends, one of whom was called Feige Snowman Ice Peak, which used to be called Feige Hall, was what he thought of."
"Hall? Is it from the Templar Hall family?" Archbishop McIntosh frowned and returned to the Mud Map and looked. "Strange, it's unreasonable. Why don't the Hall family like to be lords, but are willing to serve you? Didrit, you have to have some snacks. I remember that Fitch from the Hall family is lustful, not because he has any intentions for you."
Diderit raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, passing all the memories of Feich in his mind. "I didn't find him thinking about this... But don't worry, if he did that, I'd break his legs."
"It doesn't have to do that. Normal behavior is human nature. My parents' relationship has always been very good, but unfortunately the difference in life span is too big, leaving one party with sorrow too long." The archbishop coughed: "Ha, why do I tell you this? Go back to the point, you can determine the territory now, just send someone to listen when the lord meeting. The key is to start taking action in advance. But..."
The Archbishop thought for a while and said, "The two large areas are the subjects under the jurisdiction of each lord, but there are also some small plots for adjustment, mainly to be fair to each other. If you choose large pieces first, what should you do if the small pieces?"
"It's good to give it to me. If you can't, it's best to leave it blank, that is, you won't take it to deal with it according to the dispute between the two sides. Anyway, my territory will definitely be better than the ones around me, and everyone will choose ours."
"Oh, so confident? I think this Feige Hall must have given you other ideas, right? Let me tell you about it?"
"In addition to authorized documents, every lord can also get some support from the church. Feichi calls this startup capital - he always has fresh words. He makes a list and wants these things in it."
So the Archbishop had a parchment scroll in his hand, which was filled with beautiful elf words, which looked pleasing to the eye. "Fech's common language is too ugly, and the scribbling is very messy, so I copied one." Diedlit said.
"Farm tools, people who can farm, carpenters, stonemasons... are all normal. After all, they need to build castles and build new villages. But, you want so many magic potatoes and purified radishes? Why, do you have to plant them yourself?"
"Yes, I have this plan. There are few lands on the mountain, so I have planted some of this."
"What should I do about the purification problem? Unpurified ones cannot be eaten by people, there is a devil's curse inside."
"Fech is a confession of the atonement, and he can perform a ritual of purification of sins. I will supervise the ritual, and the Sacred Heart Cult can also send people to supervise to ensure that the food is purified."
"Fech is a confessional pastor of the Atonement. Has this been certified? And wait a moment, he wants to use the Atonement ceremony on the magic potato? This...this...this..."
"He discovered the combination of the seven-run seal, solved the puzzle of the goddess' bracelet, and thus became the priest of the confession of the sin. The goddess also sent a Holy Light Angel to assist him. Maybe because the Ice Peak Fortress is mainly managed by the Holy Body, some documents have not been reported here yet, right?"
Archbishop McIntosh touched his bald head. "From the divine ritual, atonement is much more advanced than purification. It is wasteful to use it on magic potatoes, but...the effect is. Haha, if he wants to hold a ritual for magic potatoes, he will be very busy! He has to get it one by one! Haha, I suddenly want to see it."
Do you have to come one by one? Diderit thought that Feige picked up a potato, talked to it affectionately, and asked it what sins it had to confess, and what curse it had to be dissolved... The picture was so funny.
But will Feich do that? Diderit shakes his head. She unanimously believes that Feich is very smart and even cunning. He will always try his best to solve the problems at hand, such as pulling her to hunt griffins at that time. Diderit makes up his mind that he must be optimistic about Feich and not let him be lazy. Purification is not a joke, and the devil's curse must not hurt people.
"I have read the order. There is no problem with the things you want. They are all converted into things. There are too few gold coins and they will be short of money. But... anyway, this is a test, just come on." The Archbishop smiled and said, "Didrit, this matter is settled, I will prepare the documents for you now. Do you want to name the territory?"
Chapter completed!