Chapter 24

The capital of Legrand, METZL.

Restless air hung over the city.

The commander of the guard, shivering, huddled in the viewing turret on the wall, waiting for the army to arrive.

Today is the day of the coronation of the new king.

Count the time. At this point, Archduke Grice's team should have crossed the street and arrived at St. Westminster Abbey south of Mayfair. Just a few days ago, the Pope's special envoy came across the sea, and the Pope's will spread all over the land of Legrand. The Duke of Buckingham, who had never died with the new royalists, bowed his head in front of God's will.

The civil war is over and a new king is about to be born.

Only after coronation can he become a king. In order to prevent other accidents, Lord Grice arrived in METZL city quickly after receiving the news that the Duke of Buckingham gave way.

On the day of his arrival, the Duke of Buckingham held a very simple welcome ceremony outside the city gate. Although the hostility between the two sides is still strong, in the presence of the Pope's special envoy, it is "as good as ever".

On the one hand, out of urgency, on the other hand, out of vigilance, grand duke grace tried his best to reduce the whole process of coronation - quite different from the grand coronation ceremony in the past, this coronation ceremony only had a few necessary steps left, and even banned any parade in costumes.

During the whole process, the Duke of Buckingham seemed dead hearted and did not make any drastic action.

Only refused to hand over the Rose Palace.

The reason is that the Rose Palace is the most important palace for the king, and only when he becomes a king can he live in it.

Lord Grice did not want to offend the old Duke at this critical moment, so he chose to give up temporarily and work overtime to plan the coronation ceremony.

The coronation is today.

The order of martial law went through every gate of METZL's wall. Obviously, Archduke Glasgow did not really relax his vigilance. He even sent in an army from the south to prevent the Duke of Buckingham from getting into trouble during his coronation.

"Damned weather."

It's October now. The commander is shivering with cold. He holds his sword and curses in a low voice. He looked out again from the view, and a galloping cavalry appeared vaguely in the white rime.

Here we are!

The commander's spirit was suddenly aroused, and he quickly stretched out two white rose flags from the turret and played the agreed flag to the outside.

The army was so fast that it was close in the twinkling of an eye, and two identical white rose flags were flying over the cavalry. A cavalry, holding a flag, jumped out of the line and took the lead to arrive under the gate. He waved the flag vigorously and played the agreed flag.

The commander was relieved.

"Drop the drawbridge!"

He saw the cavalry from a height and recognized that it was Viscount born in the camp of the new royalist party, and the army transferred by Archduke glas was under his command.

METZL's walls are tall and strong, and there are strong trenches outside the walls, with a total of 12 gates in all directions. The gates are all open on the high stone platform between the two circular towers, and are equipped with heavy suspension bridges. It will take months to break through METZL from the outside. It's indestructible.

Today, the only one allowed to put it down is the southwest suspension bridge.

The broad drawbridge was lowered, and the cavalry came like a whirlwind. At this time, the commander had just come down from the tower, ready to meet Viscount Bourne and convey the Archduke's arrangement.

He had just come down the steps and realized something was wrong.

Bloody!

Incomparably strong smell of blood!

As soon as the gate of the city opened, the cavalry coming in front of them all had a strong and thrilling smell of blood!

"Have you been attacked?"

The commander came forward in wonder. As soon as he spoke, his face changed.

Because he saw the flag speaking Viscount Bourne, pale and frightening, without any armor - how could a general not wear armor?

However, without waiting for him to understand other things, it was all over.

The amazingly fast cavalry passed the suspension bridge in a flash.

The front horse directly kicked over the commander. The man on the horse was wearing a scarlet cloak. He held a long and narrow arc knife and waved it down. A touch of warm blood spattered instantly. With a successful knife, the young knight rushed into the gate without stopping.

His red cloak rolled up and the hunt unfolded.

The rest of the cavalry followed.

The soldiers guarding the city gate found the drastic change of things. They realized that it was not their comrades in arms but the enemy, but it was all too late. The cavalry had all passed the drawbridge, and the guards had put up long guns in vain to stop them.

But how could they be worth the Angier cavalry?

Yes, they recognized it.

It was not the cavalry of viscount Bossi, but the light cavalry of angel. These wild cavalry living in angar wear simple leather armour and use a kind of single blade, narrow and slender knightly sword, which is most suitable for chopping from horse. When chopping, it will look like a curved moon.They burst out laughing, carrying a long bow and arrow bag, wielding a knife to follow their leader at this time.

And the man who led the cavalry was incredibly young, his silver hair dancing in the morning fog, against his bloody robe.

That's the king!

Purland I.

The king, who is believed to have died, reappears in front of the people. He appears as bloody cavalry with some kind of signal.

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St. Louis cathedral.

This is the place where emperors were crowned. Today, many powerful nobles gather here.

The Duke of Buckingham has given up his resistance, the royalists have been defeated, and the new royalists have been looking at their enemies with pride. One of the most proud is Archduke Grice.

His private guards were scattered outside St. Louis, where his opponents were dejected and his crown was within reach.

Oh, not the one handed down from generation to generation.

The crown of the rose may have been buried in the earth, and Lord Glasgow paid for a new one.

The coronation will be held at the intersection of the nave and wing of St. Westminster Abbey. Out of prudence, Archduke grace saved the whole process of the ceremony as much as possible. However, in order to announce his victory to the people, he put a huge wooden stage at the coronation place according to the tradition, so that the people in the nave can clearly see the birth of the new king.

The bell rings.

It was probably the most bizarre coronation in the history of the Empire. The atmosphere is not so cold as a grand ceremony, but more like an invisible war.

At the VIP table near the altar.

The group headed by the Duke of Buckingham remained silent and did not cheer. The iron rose badge was still on their Cape. Although the people of the new king Party took down the white rose and put on the gorgeous clothes, they also carefully wore the close fitting soft armor under the gorgeous clothes and carried the sword.

Under the robe of the "new king" grand duke Grice, there is also a pair of exquisite lock armour.

If it wasn't for the sake of dignity, he almost wanted to wear a suit of armor to attend the ceremony.

In the solemn chant, the choir played a brilliant hymn, which covered up the tit for tat breath in the air. In his purple robe and gold thread, Archduke grace solemnly stepped on the long red carpet and walked into the church.

He stepped on the steps step by step and went up the high platform.

The young cardinal, the special envoy of the Pope, was the host of the coronation ceremony. He stood in front of the throne in the center of the high platform, and behind him was the Archbishop of St. Louis. On the tray in the Bishop's hand, the new crown was placed in the middle of the soft velvet.

The Archduke exchanged a look with the cardinal.

The cardinal coughed softly. He looked at everyone and made a speech In the presence of the merciful Lord and the Holy See, I ask everyone to allow grand duke Glasgow to claim the crown of the Empire of Legrand in his proper capacity... "

The core members of the royalist party immediately turned their eyes on the Duke of Buckingham.

This is not in line with the Convention of the coronation ceremony!

According to the normal order, it should be the coronation oath first, then the holy oil, and finally the Conferment Ceremony!

But now, it is clear that Archduke Grice has colluded with the cardinal to bring the final ceremony of conferment to the front. The new royalists had known about this change for a long time. Almost as soon as the cardinal's voice fell, they cheered and cried out, "agree! Agree

Duke Buckingham's face sank, and he made a simple and powerful gesture.

The royalists in the VIP banquet suddenly got up, lifted their gorgeous cloaks and pulled out their sharp swords.

Almost as the Duke of Buckingham got up, the new royals stopped shouting, also lifted their robes and pulled out the weapons hidden under their cloaks.

In a flash, the murderous atmosphere swept through the church.

"Mr. Duke of Buckingham."

The cardinal, with a cold face on the high platform, looked at the Duke of Buckingham.

"Is this your reply to the Lord? This is the resting place of the Holy Spirit, not your battlefield

"If the rules of the Lord can be changed by people, then the church as a battlefield is not a big deal."

Replied the Duke of Buckingham, slowly drawing out his sword.

"Either follow the rules or go to war now. That's my answer."

Lord Grice's face was very blue.

According to the traditional rules, the coronation oath, the sacred oil ceremony, and the final conferment The whole process takes at least half the morning. And he didn't want to delay for a second.

I don't know why, a kind of uneasiness shrouded in the heart of grand duke Grice. This uneasiness reached its peak when both sides drew their swords.

There was a stalemate for a moment.

The cardinal looked at the Archbishop of St. Wes to hint that he was relaxing.

However, at this time, the sound of metal collision came from outside the church with the scream before death. Archduke Grice was shocked, and all of them suddenly looked up at the entrance of the church.The rapid sound of horses' hoofs.

It was as if a whole cavalry was coming, and the horses were trampling on it, with no intention of concealing their killing.

This is not his army!

Archduke Glasgow realized this.

The nobles exclaimed.

A war horse appeared at the entrance to the long and narrow nave of the church.

Under the high arch, the man on the horse stood against the light. He was shrouded in the shadow. People could only see his broad scarlet cloak and the narrow arc knife hanging on the side of the horse. A drop of blood slowly goes down the beautiful line of the blade.

Click.

The blood fell on the red carpet.

"If I remember correctly -"

the man on the horse slowly raised his head, and the light of the temple fell to his face through the painted glass.

"I am the king!"