Chapter 136 Goodbye, Carrie
"Casti was dismissed?"

When the refugees who had cleared the river returned to the new camp, Horn learned from them an unexpected but reasonable piece of news.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Since they were in a refugee camp, the refugees did not call Horn by nicknames like Wanpiao.

A bearded refugee couldn't help laughing and said, "You didn't see the scene. When the wet Duke was fished out, he was almost mad with anger.

This time the Duke brought back his noble fiancée, and Lord Casti made the Duke lose face in front of his future wife.

Lord Casti was scolded and ordered to stay at home and stop drinking. He was not allowed to come out until he succeeded. The position of secretary of the City Hall was handed over to another French servant. "

Horn couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. The old guy was drunk every day, and this was what he deserved.

"Actually, this is quite strange." Sissi came up from the side. After arriving at Joan of Arc, she quickly changed into the simple dress that she wore more often.

"Why? Isn't it just a normal personnel transfer?"

"How could that bald guy Darnay find a pure-blooded Farran noblewoman to be his wife?"

"Isn't that a bit rude of you?"

Sissi rolled her eyes at Horn and said, "Seriously, the imperial aristocratic circles have long been ostracizing Danai.

If you had said he would marry a Norn or Leia noblewoman, I would have believed it, but he married a Farran noblewoman. "

This made Horn stunned.

This brings us to the particularity of the Kingdom of France.

Among the three major kingdoms in the empire, the Kingdom of France is the only one that successfully completed the centralization of monarchy with the dual blessing of the imperial emperor and the pope.

You should know that most of the nobles in the Kingdom of France do not live on fiefs, but on the aristocratic annuities funded by the kingdom's fiscal budget. One third of the country's nobles are concentrated in the capital of France - Huaqiu City.

Due to its centralized nature, the nobles were dependent on the Frankish king.

Compared with Leia and Norn, who have different opinions, the circle of Fran nobles is small, and their stance on such matters is very unified.

"Could he be a liar?"

Pretending to be a French noblewoman to deceive older single male nobles from the countryside is an imperial specialty and you have to try it.

"I don't know about that." Sissi shook her head. "Duke Darnay has been deceived many times. He is more experienced than us. He won't be fooled again."

"Never mind, please help me contact him and I will visit him tomorrow."

"I've sent someone to contact them." Xixi seemed to have remembered something, "One more thing, you'd better buy three months' worth of food for your old camp first."

"what happened?"

Xixi smiled bitterly and said, "I got some news that Beixi Avenue has been destroyed. It will probably be difficult to transport cheap disaster relief grain from the coast to Qianhe Valley.

The canal here was hit by the Duke, and large ships can hardly pass through. Next, I estimate that the price of food will skyrocket. "

Horn rubbed his temple, thinking about the situation of the goats in Qianhe Valley today.

"Then please buy some for me." Horn looked at the lights rising in the big tent of the new camp. "The awarding ceremony is about to begin. I have to go over there."

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The magnificent halls are filled with exquisite bone fragments, and the bare walls showcase the glorious history of the Papal States.

The long, greasy table was filled with large steamed buns and a variety of cups filled with farm-style bitter wine.

Beside the long table, high-ranking nobles of the Papal States were elegantly sitting with their legs crossed and spitting. They looked up and watched Madeleine, who was presiding over the ceremony, call out the names one by one.

"...A total of five people were awarded the title of Grand Marshal..."

Five marshals came on stage and Horn, who was standing by, personally tied new patchwork bags for them.

"…Saint Jeanne, who has made outstanding military achievements, has been promoted to Grand Master of the Holy Grail Knights. The Holy Grail Knights are recruiting a new division!"

"...the twelve elders on the above list are granted one additional vote each due to their outstanding merits."

This means that each of the twelve elders can have two votes when voting.

The thirty-four new elders have only one vote.

"Because Saint Grandson Horn led us through many difficulties, Mircella sent a message last night to appoint His Majesty Horn as the Marshal-in-Chief, and to add 100 votes!"

With Madeleine's resonant voice, Horn, the most important figure in this awarding ceremony, finally appeared.

As the first leader of the Papal States, Horn naturally took the stage with pleasure and delivered a short and powerful speech to the elders and upstarts present, which received countless applause:

"Everyone, eat and drink well!"

The ceremony was very simple, and only the ten heads of households and some active refugees were invited to participate.

Because there were so many people, the only food was wild vegetable soup and wheat bread, but Horn still used his own money to buy them some sausages, offal, bitter wine, etc.

As for the refugees, they also received extra meals and bone soup in the evening.

In a jubilant atmosphere, in the brightly lit Pope's Palace, the elders and upstarts of the Third Empire of Aiel gathered together to toast.

The elders wore gorgeous coarse linen robes, and the upstarts were not to be outdone, showing off their style through their unique hollow-out fashions.

As the glasses clinked, the issues discussed by the top leaders were equally profound.

Unlike the imperial nobles who like to talk about family gossip, the senators prefer to discuss metaphysical philosophy.

"I think the cream soup should be mixed with lime mortar, because the length of the nail is so long that it will easily affect the stained glass window of the mattock."

"I dare not agree with it, because the large amount of magic produced in that instant, commonly known as oatmeal, will seriously affect the development of wool fabrics!" In this increasingly cheerful atmosphere, no one noticed that His Holiness the Pope had quietly left at some point.

Horn stopped his horse steadily in a tributary bend more than three miles away from the new camp. Under the laurel tree, he saw Carrie in a white dress.

Leading the horse, walking in the moonlight, the river is flowing.

Horne walked up to Carrie and would have been better off if he hadn't been looking up at her.

"Are you really in such a hurry to leave?"

"My sister was out playing, and I missed a lot of important things. The situation is a mess. If I had gone back a second earlier, the situation would have been much better."

Standing by the river bend, the night wind blew Carrie's skirt in all directions, and her curvy figure was the shape of the wind.

Horn looked at her but said nothing.

"What? You can't bear to leave me?"

"Not really, I just feel a little emotional."

"Honestly." Carrie took a step forward and came in front of Horn, her face serious: "Why don't you just come with me now? I can ask someone else to hand over the evidence."

After a long silence, Horn smiled and said, "Be careful on the road, remember to cover yourself with a blanket, don't catch a cold."

Pulling Horn's arm, Carrie stared at Horn with her red eyes: "Horn, I have a hunch."

"Have you become a fortune-telling witch?"

Patting Carrie's head, Horn took a step back with some emotion so that he could see Carrie's full view.

Looking at Carrie, Horn suddenly felt the loneliness of a father watching his daughter go to elementary school alone.

"You know what? You remind me of my sister..."

Before Horne could finish, Carrie stuck her tongue in.

Then the nostalgia disappeared completely.

Horn tilted his head back, forcing Carrie's tongue out of his mouth.

"See if you dare look at me thinking about Jeanne again," said Carrie viciously.

"I'm not talking about her."

"You have other sisters?" Carrie looked at Horn suspiciously.

"No!" Horn replied immediately, "I've paid off your kiss."

Carrie didn't think too much about it. She took out a glass whistle from her chest and put it into Horn's hand: "Six days later, you will blow this whistle nearby, and on the seventh day, my people will take you and Sissi to the place where you will board the ship.

If you are in danger, blow this whistle, it has no sound, but my people can hear it. "

"Got it." Putting the glass whistle away solemnly, Horn looked at Carrie, but didn't know what to say.

In fact, both Horn and Carrie, to a certain extent, knew nothing about each other.

But to a certain extent, the relationship between the two is somewhat like the strange relationship between Pokémon and their trainer.

In the mist on the water surface at night, torches are like UFOs, moving on the water.

When the boat docked, a short dark-haired woman holding a torch stood at the bow, silently looking at Horn and Carrie.

Without looking back at the woman, Carrie stared straight into Horn's eyes:
"You really won't come with me?"

"I have things to do. Besides, we'll see each other soon."

Over Carrie's shoulder, Horn nodded to the black-haired woman behind her. He reached out to pat Carrie on the head, but pulled his hand back and only took half a step back.

"Then I'm leaving. See you in ten days!"

"goodbye!"

Standing there, Carrie watched Horn's figure disappear into the night before she turned around, stepped across the plank and boarded the boat.

"Long time no see, Carrie." The white-haired witch said indifferently to the visitor.

The black-haired woman immediately complained to her: "Lord Meliati, you are really too impulsive this time. How can you go there in person?"

"I failed to control myself and my sister escaped. She was too careless and almost let me fall into the hands of a crude country bishop..."

As she recounted the closest experience to being exposed, Meliati acted as if nothing had happened, covering her face with an iron mask: "Has there been any unusual movement in the territory recently?"

When the boat reached the middle of the river, only a tall warrior wearing a two-color battle robe and a mask was left on the deck, talking to the black-haired woman.

"Everything is going according to your plan..."

"Has the person who leaked the news that Carrie went to Upper River County been found?"

"We found it, but we have four suspects, namely your servant Thornke, the secret party envoy Badatunuan, and two Norn merchants. We haven't confirmed who they are yet."

"Then hang them all."

"Isn't Thornk your uncle's son?"

Meliati didn't answer, but just stared at Carrie.

The red eyes beneath the iron mask glowed blood red in the moonlight.

"I understand. I will follow your orders..." Carrie half-knelt on the deck, "Your Excellency the Duke."

(End of this chapter)