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In fact, even the Margaritas themselves could not accept such extravagant decorations, but this strange dress had been popular in Bretonnia and spread to Margarita since its birth in Marienburg. It was said that this dress had also become popular among many upper-class nobles in Altdorf.

In comparison, it was quite normal for Mirmidia to have her arch-nun dress like a priestess of the god of love. After all, at least both men and women could appreciate the charm of it.

The impact of the decline of chaos is multifaceted. In the past, the pursuit of novel and beautiful things has been suppressed by many parties and rationality in order to prevent the corruption of chaos. However, after the great war, human nature was freed from the constraints, and what followed was the blooming of a hundred flowers.

Of course, weeds are inevitable.

But the city prince is the biggest, at least in the court, so no one - not even the most old-fashioned and serious war leader in the Church of Myrmidia, the Eagle of the South would criticize the appearance of the highest secular ruler to his face, unless there was indeed a recognized extremely inappropriate and blasphemous behavior.

"Ah~ Rose, who are you blooming for?"

The prince, whose body was too fat for a man, turned around, and the servants were busy carrying the long pendants and trotting along.

The prince stretched out his front legs, raised his feet and straightened them, and bent his hind legs behind the front legs. He leaned down gracefully and gently pinched the bud of a red rose between the fingers of his right hand.

The gardener on the side nervously held a pair of flower scissors in his hands and handed them to the guard, but the prince pushed him away with his hand.

"The rose said: 'For love! For the heart that has been poisoned by love~'!"

The prince sang in onomatopoeia. His voice was very good, and was in no way inferior to those tenors who performed in the court.

Everyone in Estalia knew that the prince's main hobbies were poetry and drama. He would usually write and rehearse scripts in the palace, and then secretly take people outside to perform. He would hide in the audience or play a minor role to observe the performance's response.

If the new play was well received by the audience, he would happily take off his disguise, go on stage, and then have his servants carry large and small boxes of wealth and distribute gold and silver to the people.

Although it is ridiculous, he is still popular. At least the people of Estalia like this prince who has no major problems and can have fun with the people.

The ruling class, including the church, aristocracy and wealthy businessmen, also likes it.

No one dislikes a ruler who doesn't control their affairs and lets things take their own course.

But no matter how perfect a person is, there will always be someone or something that doesn't like him.

such as.

......

(Buried, buried! Yes, yes, big stuff!)

Two cloaked, hunched figures like pigs were communicating in the sewer.

Above them is the Margherita Palace.

(Horned Rat, Horned Rat, look at us!)

(One gram!)

They drilled into the complex terrain of the sewer pipes, which is the most remote and least noticed place in the city. Unless a serious blockage occurs, almost no one will notice this place.

The people of Estalia, who have enjoyed peace for a long time, may have forgotten how those guys who liked to build another city under the city almost destroyed their kingdom.

There are more and more dwarves wearing cloaks. From time to time, their slender but tough tails and the daggers and scimitars held on their tails reveal their identities.

Long gone from the Old Road, the most mysterious assassin family of the Thirteen Skaven Councils.

Clan Eshin.

A rat, with many gray and white stripes printed on his cloak, led the way and nimbly jumped up the small slope formed by several armored, highly decayed corpses.

(Humans, the human stuff is right there, right up there!)

(Kill, kill the human things, take back the rats, the rat capital!)

The gathered members of the Rat City shouted in a deep voice (Take it back! Take back the Rat City!)

(The Thirteen Councils are on board!! On board!!)

(One gram!)

The rats scattered and rushed to the ground along the routes that had been planned long ago.

A massacre came silently to Margarita's court.

The far-sighted Eagle Goddess had no reaction to this.

Until the first outer guard who realized something was wrong mustered up the courage to walk into the palace.

A shocking upheaval swept across Margarita like a raging wave, and quickly spread to the entire Southern Kingdom.

The City Prince was strangled by the long skirt of his robe and hung on a beam engraved with Chinese cloud patterns, his fat body hanging naked in the air.

His servants were also killed and their bodies were neatly piled together. They were not given any special treatment by the prince and most of them were caused by sword wounds.

The only information left by the murderer in this conspiracy assassination was an image of a holy grail surrounded by flowers and with a long sword on top.

And a text written in Bretonnian and blood, denouncing the Margaritas for their indulgence in pleasure and corruption and being a cancer to order.

Margarita quickly found the origin of this pattern:

The Church of the Flower, the Sword, and the Holy Grail is an organization that actively campaigns in various places, occasionally resorting to force and extreme measures to achieve its own goals, seeking to restore the order, peace, and stable life in Bretonnia before the Great War.

A year ago, because they robbed foreign merchants, most of whom were Estalia, and believed that cunning merchants were chasing profits and destroying the peaceful life of Bretonnia and the simple feelings of the people, they were ordered by the Carcassonne Round Table to go to the Charon Forest to eliminate corrupt beasts. After being confined to practice, they suddenly disappeared. It was said that they were dissatisfied with the Round Table being too weak and corrupt, and they defected collectively.

Dozens of letters filled with shock and anger were sent to Estalia and even to neighboring Tyrell.

It took the Margaritas a short time to seize all merchant ships from Bretonnia anchored in the port and interrogate the people from Bretonnia.

Several harshly worded letters were sent to the Round Table Council in Carcassonne, and Margaret, acting as the court's agent, used a serious and tragic tone and a dramatic writing style that was like a fine drama.

The book exquisitely describes the conspiracy tragedy that took place in the palace in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period, as well as the grief and anger expressed by the people of Margarita and the entire city-state of Estalia over the incident.

Finally, the Holy Grail Knights of the Carcassonne Round Table were asked to guarantee, based on their own virtues and faith in the Lady, that they had nothing to do with the assassination.

And do our best to help capture the most suspected members of the Flower, Sword and Holy Grail Sect.

Not long after the letter was sent, a reply arrived.

The words were sincere and concise.

After the Round Table Council responded by expressing their sorrow over the tragedy and their willingness to help track down the members of the Flower, Sword, and Holy Grail sect.

In response to Margarita's arrogance in asking the Holy Grail Knights to guarantee and swear an oath of faith for a palace assassination in another country's capital:

"roll!"

The Margaritas were furious.

You peasant from Barto, if there are no Estalia to trade with you, all the food and specialties will be thrown into the rotten land!

Earn our money and ask your Holy Grail to swear an oath, what's wrong, eh! Is it too much?

The rhetoric escalated and became accusatory and threatening.

At the same time, the northerners could no longer sit still. The largest trading partner of Bretonnia and Estalia was the second largest city, Bilbarri. They strongly suspected that Margarita was deliberately using this assassination case, whose murderer had not yet been found, to deliberately stir up conflict with her allies, in order to strike a blow to the city's vigorous development during the reign of the seventh, previous prince.

There is Bill Barry, who threatens Margarita’s position as the number one city.

The two sides engaged in verbal battles both internally and externally.

In the morning, the Carcassonne Round Table Council received a letter from Bilbao expressing that neighbors should be friendly and that it was all a misunderstanding. In the afternoon, it received a letter of condemnation from the Margaritas.

The two sides were engaged in verbal battles both outside and inside, and the parliament turned into an all-out fight.

After struggling for more than half a month, there was no progress in solving the case, and instead, we had to start facing a very serious matter.

The City Prince is dead.

Is it time to elect the next one?

The people of Margarita naturally expressed their sadness that the beloved king (posthumous title, the prince liked to arrange tragedies with love as the theme) died in office, it was an unexpected death. The next one should still be chosen by Margarita, otherwise an acting parliament should be formed, and Margarita should still be the local leader.

Bill Barry said give me your claws!

When we discussed the important matters together, we agreed that each city would get one vote. But it turned out that Margarita was blessed with the advantage of making money quickly, and the other four cities could basically be bribed with money. Only Bill Barry was strong enough to withstand these, but he could not carry on alone.

The seventh prince's contributions to economic development and construction are obvious to all. We, the Birpali people, also have excellent rulers.

Also, didn't you, Margarita, accuse us of colluding with foreign countries? Why don't we just do this, let the throne sit on the Bilbari people, and we will definitely be meticulous and responsible, and do everything we can to catch the real culprit and find out the truth, avenge the eight generations, and satisfy all the Estalia people, okay?

Of course that's impossible, so the argument continues.

In the end, the meeting ended in a bad mood. Margarita presided over the adjournment of the meeting. At the same time, the parliament proposed to investigate important personnel suspected of colluding with foreign countries. The conflict was directed at the Birbali people. The North was furious and pulled his supporters away from the meeting.

The Margaritas took advantage of the victory, and although they did not dare to forcibly declare victory with only three votes present, they also planned to take this opportunity to re-establish the authority of the city. They sent the famous Phalanx Legion to station on the banks of the Gedaz River, and further north along the Guidos Avenue to the southwest of the Pina Forest.

Not willing to be outdone, Bilbarry sent his own legion and allies south to fight.

Another half month passed, and it had been nearly two months since the assassination. There had been no progress in the case, and the situation in Estalia was so tense that a civil war was about to break out.

At the same time, the goddess of war remained silent about everything in the mortal world. The war leaders were unable to get instructions from the goddess and could only assume that this was an act that the goddess "neither agreed nor opposed". Apart from declaring the neutrality of the church, they only tried to reconcile from the sidelines.

The Carcassonne Round Table Council was very generous and stepped forward to send envoys to mediate between both sides, saying that there were many misunderstandings before and they did not want neighbors to go to war.

However, the envoys were assassinated on the day they arrived in the city of Margarita. Traces of gunpowder and rapiers, a common dueling weapon in the southern kingdom, were left at the scene, and a Holy Grail Knight was also killed.

In the entire Carcassonne Round Table Council, including those who have retired, the number of Holy Grail Knights is unlikely to exceed fifty.

The people of Carcassonne responded by drafting (**)... they have done their best. You southerners can deal with yourselves and go home to close your businesses and live your lives. Anyway, you won't starve to death if you do less business.

The situation continued to be tense. This time, both sides turned around and accused each other of killing the envoys of the Round Table and the Knights of the Holy Grail. Estalia seemed to be on the verge of being torn apart.

It was not until the Southern Eagle could no longer stand it and brought the war leaders out to mediate that both sides stopped fighting and withdrew, and the civil war was finally averted.

But the anger could not be subsided. First, Margarita imposed punitive tariffs on northern commodity merchant ships. The North immediately retaliated, and a series of conflicts broke out.

The North-South divide was severe, and people began to show oppositional sentiments. There were even organized attacks on foreigners. For a time, Estalia was in turmoil.

......

Until the real frenzy hit.

It started as a small dot, then grew bigger, and the mast, bow, and flag gradually appeared at the end of the sea horizon.

Then came countless densely packed black spots.

On the mast of the flagship were painted two large savage faces.

One is rude and cunning, the other is cunning and rude.

A big, burly man stood on the bow of the ship and shouted enthusiastically at the land that was already visible, the port of Margarita:

"waaaaaaaagh!"

Then, countless shouts of “waaaaaagh” were heard from countless shabby but strangely moving boats.

Margarita's naval patrol was the first to discover this terrifying greenskin fleet, which was as huge as a tsunami and was about to engulf the land. They desperately sent out signals and sounded the alarm.

Tell the people on the shore:

Green skin! No, green tide!

Chapter 5: Great Development of the Tribe and Unexpected Visitors (K Chapter)

It has been moved to another open space, and the assembly area has been expanded by nearly twice its size.

An entire army of beastmen with bloody skin and ferocious horns lined up to wait.

"who!"

Unlike the Wrathhorn, this is a thin, bird-like follower of the All-Knowing Beast: the Wisehorn.

He was standing on a high platform, holding a thick scripture made of animal skins and tree barks. Behind him stood two rows of the strongest, most majestic, and most pious warriors of the Wrath of Fury.

"Give the tribe and the beastmen a new life!"

It screamed.

"It's Al!"

The angry-horned beasts and blood-red beastmen in the audience all shouted enthusiastically.

The wisent beast used its bird-claw-shaped fingers to scratch the scriptures. The crooked and strange symbols on them gave even Al a headache, but they seemed to understand their meaning naturally.

"The four blessed mothers gave birth to their sons on the most miserable and desperate day of the tribe; the eternally chosen one, the savior of destiny, the gospel of the beastmen!"

"Go to the forest, save the tribe, and keep all the beasts alive!"

All the beastmen in the audience shouted in shock:

"Mother Goddess~Ulla!"

"El~Ula!"

“Hurrah!” “Hurrah!” “Hurrah!”

Today's exercise is declared over.