Chapter 152 The Wedding I Owe You

"Go away, go away!"

"You lowly unclean one, the Knight is coming, get out of here!"

Under the gloomy sky, three or five servants whipped their horses to drive away the refugees who did not have time to take shelter on the roadside.

Half-inch deep whip marks were covered with blurry blood and flesh. The unfortunate man's family cried and dragged him aside in the smell of blood.

The leading knight was carrying the flag of the Duke of Kush, but his face could not be seen under the bird-beak-shaped mask on his helmet.

This should be the vassal who led a team to provide support to Joan of Arc that Horn and Sissi met the day before yesterday. He might be a baron or earl.

When they arrived at the gate of the camp, some farmers and farmwomen who were decorating the fence with wild flowers saw the knight coming and quickly dodged away, not daring to get close.

Only Giles, carrying a small basket, suppressed her fear and walked over with a forced smile: "Welcome, respected Knight."

The knight stopped his horse and looked at Giles through the slits in his mask without saying a word.

"This is for you." With a smile on her face, Giles swallowed her saliva and took two pieces of maltose wrapped in hemp paper from the small basket and handed them to the knight. "Your Majesty asked us to give one to each guest, saying it's called wedding candy."

The knight had no expression on his face, still sitting upright on his horse, without even looking at Giles.

Giles's outstretched hand froze in place awkwardly until an infantryman beside the knight stepped forward and took the two maltose candies indifferently.

"How do I deliver the Duke's gift?" Giles was confused by the knight's complicated grammar and auxiliary words. She stood there blankly, not understanding what the knight was saying.

The impatience on the knight's face became more and more obvious, and he even drew his whip as if he wanted to whip Giles.

The farmers and farmwomen around retreated three miles away, fearing that Giles' blood would splash on them.

Fortunately, Madeleine arrived in time. He glanced at the knight sitting on the horse and said, "Your Majesty is inside. Just follow me."

"No, I have other things to do." Amid the disdainful snort of the warhorse, the knight finally spoke indifferently, "Aleampsis, you go and send him off."

A man with a face full of flesh and dressed obviously like a thug walked out.

Madeleine looked the knight up and down, said nothing, and led the servant into the camp.

The knight, who had never taken off his mask during the entire process, immediately turned around and left, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer.

"My lord, this maltose..." Seeing the camp gradually going away, the attendant knight next to him caught up with the maltose.

"Hah--bah!"

The knight spat a mouthful of green phlegm directly onto the amber-like maltose: "If it weren't for the Duke, you lowly unclean one, when those secret troops arrived... Humph!"

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Today's refugee camps are filled with a festive atmosphere. Even the poorest refugees and public farmers will look for a wild flower or a clean, colorful piece of cloth to hang under the eaves or on a tree.

From the camp all the way to the wooden platform in the square, colorful flags were fluttering everywhere.

A simple Messianic altar was built on the wooden platform. Horn stood on the altar and recited the damn prayer in a hurry.

He will appear as the witness, while Madeleine is checking Gramplevin's clothes.

This aristocratic dress looks very tall and straight on Grampven, but it also has a weird and funny feel to it.

Maybe it was Grampwin the clown's occupational disease that had set in.

In a small house near the Papal Palace, women surrounded Dia, selecting accessories and flowers for her, trying one flower crown after another on Dia's head.

"Sister Dia, you are so beautiful now." Putting the white crown on Dia's head, Jeanna couldn't help but praise her.

"Thank you, Jeanne."

"Sister Dia, how do you feel now?"

"I'm used to divination, and I'm best at describing the indescribable." Dia reached out and touched Jeanna's face, "But I can't describe how I feel right now."

"Actually, I've never imagined what getting married would be like before." Sitting next to Dia, Jeanna hugged her arms.

"why?"

“Because I wanted to be a knight-errant before, doing good deeds everywhere, but later, I didn’t want to be a knight-errant anymore.

I want to find a place to live in seclusion with my brother and spend the rest of our lives there. Only then will I imagine what the wedding will be like."

"what about now?"

"I don't know." Jeanna hesitated, "Sister Dia, do you think Brother Horn really likes me?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty should like you. As the grandson of the Holy Saint, Your Majesty is kind to everyone..."

"What if my brother is going to marry me?"

"Really? Holy Father, that would be great."

Jeanne didn't say anything, but just hugged Dia's arms tightly.

Dia couldn't see Jeanne's expression, but she could see more in the darkness before her eyes.

She stretched out her hands and hugged Jeanne: "My little Jeanne, there are some things that you will know when the time comes." After a long silence, Jeanne raised her head again and smiled:
"Okay, you are the protagonist today, Sister Dia, let's get ready and go out."

According to the customs of Qianhe Valley, the wedding should be held at the Chenjing hour (8:8) in the morning, which is almost o'clock now.

However, people in the empire have never had a sense of time, and they just do what they want.

"Dear believers, we gather today before Mysella to witness the union of two souls, our Archbishop Grampven and his wife Dia.

Now, play the song and invite the bride Diya to come out. "

At this time, a melodious music sounded.

According to custom, weddings between commoners did not require rings. Instead, a dinar silver coin was cut into two halves, one half given to the bride and the other half left in the hands of the groom.

Standing on the wooden platform, Grampven licked his lips nervously, and sweat had soaked the dinar silver coin in his hand.

Amid the sounds of flute and lute, Dia appeared in everyone's sight. On both sides of the road, Giles and Futseva each scattered wild flowers to pave the road.

Jeanne gently held Dia's elbow, while Dia walked slowly from the end of the crowd with flowers in her hand.

Grampven subconsciously took a step forward and almost fell, but fortunately Horn was right beside him and reached out to hold him up.

Dia was wearing a long white dress, which covered her legs that were shriveled by the witch disease, and a blue silk ribbon was tied around her shoulders.

For the nobles, the bride's dress was mainly blue, but the peasants did not have the conditions for this and would often just wear a blue cloth.

As Dia got closer to the wooden platform, Grampven's nervousness became less and less, and he even smiled in relaxation.

Horn, who was with Grampven, was different. When he saw Jeanne getting closer, he began to get nervous.

Dia's steps suddenly paused. Jeanna thought she had walked too much and had no strength left, so she quickly asked, "What's wrong? Let me support you..."

"No need, just hold my hand." Dia said in a low voice.

"If you can't walk anymore, you must tell me."

"..."

"Sister Dia?"

The yellow rosemary petals suddenly trembled, and a drop of bright red blood rolled down from the petals and fell on the white skirt.

"Sister Dia!"

Two streaks of blood slowly flowed from the corners of Dia's eyes, slid across her face, and fell on the petals and snow-white dress.

"Ah! Ah-"

Dia began to tremble all over. She held the flowers tightly in her right hand and raised it high to prevent the blood from falling on them. She covered her face with the other hand, as if she didn't want others to see her ugly appearance.

Her muscles were twitching, her calves were shaking, and her whole body was suddenly on the verge of collapse.

"Diya, Dia." Seeing this familiar scene, Grampven didn't care about anything else. He hurried forward, jumped off the wooden platform, and fell to the ground.

Without having time to feel the pain, he got up again, ran to Dia's side, and massaged her arms and temples.

"Smelling salts, quick, use the smelling salts!"

Running down the wooden platform stairs, Horn hurriedly took out the smelling salts from his waist and handed them to Grampven.

Sissi yelled to the side: "Sissi, where are the people? Come here quickly!"

Ceci squeezed out of the crowd with sweat all over his forehead, and the centurions immediately drew out their canes and asked the crowd to make way.

Grampven picked up Dia, Jeanne held her head, and Horn led the way, taking the couple to a nearby thatched house.

With this incident happening, the wedding naturally could not go on. Under the high-pressure scolding from the heads of ten households and a hundred households, the whispers of the refugees gradually stopped and they dispersed.

After this incident, Horn was unable to leave, so he waited outside the cabin with Jeanne, Madeleine and others from noon to evening, when Grampven walked out of the room numbly.

"Your Majesty, Dia, Dia wants to say a few words to you." Granpuwen's voice could not suppress the vicissitudes of life.

"It's okay." Horn squeezed Jeanna's palm and said to her, then followed Grampven into the house.

"Your Majesty, are you here?"

"I'm here." Horn sat on the bedside. "Sister Dia, take good care of yourself and hold on. When we get to Swamp Town, I'll ask a great wizard to treat the sequelae of your witch disease. Then, I'll give you..."

"They're coming."

"They...what they, what are you talking about?"

"I don't know who they are either." A wry smile appeared on Dia's pale face. Her voice was weaker than at any time before. "Some monks used blessings to block my divination. Ahem, I can't see clearly."

"Can you tell me what you saw?"

After a long silence, Dia's voice sounded again:
"Your Majesty, they are coming."

(End of this chapter)