Chapter 146

Heidelberg, the capital of the Durham Empire, was running away from the wall of his bedroom.

The Lanin river originates from the northern mountains of the LAN Yin corridor. At first, it was no more than half a mile wide. After absorbing dozens of tributaries along the way, it became a huge river with a width of tens of miles in the hinterland of the Empire.

In the middle of the Empire, on a vast plain, there was a sudden depression.

The Lanyin river of haohaotang plunges into the depression area of more than ten provinces, forming the great swamp area with the core of the Delun empire.

Heidelberg, just to the west of the Everglades, on the North Bank of the Lanin river.

This is a vast plain with rich soil and water. After the careful construction of emperor Delon from generation to generation, the buildings are arranged orderly on the plain. Under the background of water mist floating out from the swamp, the weather of Heidelberg is quite vigorous.

Taking the building complex of heidera castle, also known as Hyderabad palace, as the core, the western side of Heidelberg is surrounded by rivers and green trees, which is the University City area of the imperial capital of the Durham empire.

Outside the back door of the first university of the imperial capital of Durham, the famous food street is bustling and bustling. It is the most leisure time of the day, because of the high subsidies of the Empire, college students who are not short of money in their pockets are squandering their full energy in the eating street.

In the middle of the food street, the best part of the whole food street, an old grandmother's Tavern covering an area of half an acre is playing a traditional opera.

In the brightly lit tavern, a group of students from the Physics Department of the first Imperial University are fighting with a group of students from the Music Department of the fourth university next door.

"You shameful little white faces!" The students in the physics department were so abusive.

"You useless nerds The students in the music department are so cross-talk.

A group of students from the metallurgy department of the second university and the epidemic prevention department of the third university stood on the wine table, clapping and stamping their feet wildly, cheering and yelling at the innumerable people in the tavern.

At the door of the tavern, two patrolmen in black uniforms were already standing.

They stood peeping at the door with their heads open.

The empire gave preferential treatment to these elites with high intelligence quotient. These guys drink, fight, make trouble. But as long as we don't make a big mess, as long as we don't kill people, let them!

Young people, it should be such passion!

An old lady with gray hair, wearing a long coarse cloth skirt and a kind-hearted face, stood behind the carnival students with an account book in her left hand and a pen dipped in water in her right hand.

"A tinplate glass Two Three... "

"One leg of the table Two Three... "

"Oh, a plate Two Three... "

"Damn it Be careful... " The old lady suddenly cried out, "look at what you've done!"

a seat flew out of the crowd and smashed into a wine bucket on the wall near the wall. A barrel filled with fresh beer was smashed, and black brown beer mixed with a large amount of white foam and sprayed out of the room.

The old lady shook her head and raised her hands high. "All right, little ones, you'll have to pay for it."

Standing in front of the old lady, a busy student turned to the old lady and squeezed her eyes: "don't worry, grandmother. They have enough money to compensate for the subsidy just issued yesterday."

The old lady rolled her eyes and said, "OK, go ahead..."

A plain looking middle-aged man in a small black uniform and a small black cap emerged from the crowd and murmured a few words to the old lady's ear.

The old lady's smile was stiff and she rolled her eyes again.

Soon, the old lady put the account book and pen in her hand to a tavern maid behind her. She walked through the chaotic crowd and entered the counter of the tavern and the kitchen behind the counter.

An ordinary appearance of the four wheeled carriage from the fast food street.

The carriage passed through the campus of the first university of the imperial capital, the luxurious residential area built for professors of the first university on the east side of the campus, a small forest, and two stone bridges, and then drove directly into the Hydra palace.

Through the triple guarded palace gate and around more than a dozen large and magnificent palaces, the carriage finally stopped in front of a simple palace, which was covered with gray thorn flowers and built with granite.

The old lady with gray hair and coarse cloth skirt walked down from the carriage with a drooping face. The air around her suddenly became disordered and disordered. The invisible wind danced wildly in the void. A large number of blooming gray thorn flowers suddenly swayed with the wind, and set off waves like waves.

The old lady's hair changed rapidly from flower white to iron like dark gray, and her light green eyes turned into deep iron gray in an instant.

The old lady, who was about five feet and ten inches tall and a little bent, suddenly turned into a tall woman with a straight waist and a height of nearly six feet and six inches.Her wrinkled face, too, became tender and full, and became a beautiful woman in her thirties.

It's just different from the flowers of Duke Ross. The beautiful face of this "old lady" has sharp lines and even a breath of ferocity and ferocity that makes people feel palpable.

Impatiently, she patted the coarse cloth skirt, which was shortened by a large length. The old lady held her head high and strode into the palace in front of her.

In the spacious and long corridor of the palace, a palace knight in traditional Knight's clothes saw the "old lady" and knelt on one knee one after another, bowed his head deeply, clenched the fist with his right hand, and put it on his heart.

The old lady walked by with her head high and a gust of wind.

Where she passed, the bright gas lamps in the corridor suddenly dimmed, and twisted black shadows appeared on the wall inexplicably. There was a strange "hissing" sound in the air. Along the way, the court Knights kneeling down to salute were oppressed by an invisible pressure in the void, and cold sweat was constantly seeping out on their foreheads.

When the old lady came to the end of the corridor, two palace knights, dressed in full armor, turned around and pushed open the door behind them. At the same time, they all cried out in unison, "Your Majesty is coming!"

"Old lady," said Marguerite III, the queen of the Empire of Durham, impatiently waved her hand and stood at the door shouting: "Your Royal Highness, your royal highness, your royal highness, all your capable and shrewd ministers, brave and war generals, what can you do that you can't solve, but you have to trouble me as an old woman?"

"Ah, didn't I make it clear? Don't disturb me unless the gray cattle of Lucia invade again, or the Empire loses more than five provinces at a time! Don't disturb me

Marguerite III was overcast and squinting. Behind her, there was a large area of darkness rolling like the tide, and the strong pressure was like a tsunami.

Behind the gate, the air in the huge hall is surging wildly. The strong wind blows the curtains and the curtain on the wall. The tables and chairs vibrate, and the legs of the table and chair hit the ground, making a dull sound.

A dozen men standing in the hall bowed to Marguerite one after another.

An old man, thin and tall like bean sprouts, braved the pressure and took a step forward: "Your Majesty, maybe things are more serious than we lost five provinces."

With the sound of "Hoo", the black fog behind Marguerite III disappeared, and all the visions in the palace disappeared.

She clapped her hands and walked in front of a group of imperial dignitaries in the hall, and went straight to a rest room behind the curtain.

Just a few minutes later, Marguerite III, dressed in a red dress and with a sword around her waist, came out again. She held her hands in front of her chest and squinted at a dozen of her confidants.

"What happened?" Margaret III's voice was very cold: "war? plague? Or other natural disasters? "

"Is it really the grey cattle of Lucia who have forgotten the lesson of ten years ago and want to fight us again?"

"Or are the sea dogs of Saint HYA suddenly bold enough to land from port Toulon, trying to fight us to death on land?"

The thin old man gave a dry cough: "no, your majesty, perhaps more troublesome. Here is an investigation report on the mid autumn massacre in port Tulun, as well as some subsequent analysis. Please have a look at it first. "

A court clerk carrying a briefcase came to Marguerite III with a stiff step. He carefully took out several documents and handed them to him.

"The mid autumn massacre?" Margaret III raised her eyebrows: "the mid autumn massacre in port Tulun? Oh, dear, has my little rose got a letter? "

Marguerite turned and called out to the large curtain behind her.

A tall man, nearly seven feet tall, looks like he is in his early 40s. He is wearing a set of general's uniform. His waist is straight and his power is abnormal. He strides out from behind the curtain.

"The Duke of rose sent you a secret letter, and I wrote back to her in your name." The burly man, the husband of Marguerite III, and Mata XIII, who had the royal title of Prince of the Empire, came to Marguerite III, put his hands back, and said slowly, "when I wrote back, the mid autumn massacre was still under complete control."

Shaking his head, Matta XIII glanced at a dozen of the Empire's top figures in the palace and said in a cold voice, "but then things got completely out of control Some people are too bold! "

Only then did Margaret III take over the document in the hands of the clerk.

She patted the document in her hand and said coldly, "well, let me see what happened."

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