Chapter 173 Don’t call it Black Bone Swamp, call it Daze Township

It was the evening of November 1444, 11 in the Imperial Calendar.

On the canal at Jeanne d'Arc.

Bloodstains left two days ago can still be seen on the ground. The dried black blood mixed with the stones and soil makes people feel that the previous battle was not a dream.

Standing on the dock, several paddle boats were constantly rising and falling on the water, and the light of the red sun was splashing on the white sails and on Sissi's shoulders.

Standing opposite him were Horn and several guards.

"Is everything arranged?" Horn looked at Sissi and asked.

Sissi nodded: "Everything has been arranged, Your Majesty. Where is Lord Pasrick?"

"He was very interested in the hairy monster and followed the last wave of refugees to the Wild Spider Forest. He should have arrived by now.

Master Paslick can also play the bone flute, so Jeanna can return to Jeanne d'Arc to pick up the last batch of refugees."

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see Sister Jeanne again before I left." Sissi tucked her long hair behind her ears, "I can only wait three months to see you again."

Horn sent Sissi to Rapid City and asked him to contact Catherine. With Rapid City, the two sides could form a pincer attack and would not be easily suppressed every time.

"Three months later, if your guess is correct, the Duchess of Hema Stone should have raised an army.

My mistress Catherine, the Brago Monastery in County Cassia, and a large number of former Kush nobles will follow in the uprising.

If you fail to defeat the Imperial Order Company, please do not be discouraged. You can come to our Rapids City. Lady Catherine will definitely be happy to take you in. "

Horn looked at Sissi's face and smiled without saying anything.

"I shouldn't have said these words, but I think you and your Salvation Army will definitely have a place in the future of the Thousand River Valley." Sissi said seriously, "My mistress Catherine always says that the more friends the better, and I think you must be a friend my mistress is willing to make."

"Catherine, the hostess of the Magdeburg Chamber of Commerce, is also a friend I would like to make. It is not far from Jeanne d'Arc to Rapids City. An alliance between the two sides would definitely be the right choice." Horn stepped forward and held Sissi's hand.

"I believe this." Sissi shook Horn's hand, "You and Lady Catherine will definitely get along well."

"Be careful when sailing, don't get caught by the church."

"How do you think our Chamber of Commerce got started?" Sissi retreated to the deck and waved to Horn. "Don't worry, I, Sissi, have been smuggling for more than ten years. I was born on a smuggling ship. They want to arrest me? No way!"

The sailboats cut through the water, disrupting the red light on the water. Horn stood by the river, looked at the long sails, and sighed.

“This period of time is really like a dream.”

Horn smiled and looked at the sky dyed purple by the sunset. In a moment, he would leave Jeanne d'Arc.

He should have come into this world at the end of August, and now it is mid-November, almost three months.

Three months after he came into this world, he went from being a mere farmer to being the Pope of 30,000 Salvation Army soldiers. He killed a duke and hundreds of knights, and took over Jeanne d'Arc, an important town in the southwest of the Thousand Valley.

The bunch of rotten fish and shrimp under his command also became slightly better rotten fish and shrimp.

Throughout the Thousand River Valley, there were refugees who rebelled in the name of the Saint’s grandson, the Saint’s grandson’s brother, the Saint’s great-grandson, and the Saint’s cousin.

Although they rebelled in order to seek amnesty, they at least spread the names of Horn and Shorthair.

In just three months, Horn had traveled to so many places and experienced so many things, it felt like three years.

"Brother? What are you doing standing by the river?"

"Jeanne." Turning his head, Horn reached out and touched Jeanne's head. "How are the last batch of villagers who set out?"

"The horses have all been ridden away, the carts have been loaded, and they are having dinner now. They will set off after dinner." Rubbing her head lightly on Horn's palm, Jeanna answered fluently, "There are still about three or four hundred people who registered but didn't come. We can't take care of them."

"There's nothing we can do. If they don't want to come, then they don't have to come." Putting his hands behind his back, Horn smiled generously, "There's still some time before we set off. Are you interested in walking with me?"

"Okay."

The blood-red sunset weaves the sky into glowing Western-style silk, the rosy sunset glow is draped over the walls of the church, and the holy tree in the shrine holds two fruits.

There are various explanations for the two fruits on the sacred tree. The most official one is that the church says they represent the two human ancestors, Eve and Adam.

The most unofficial explanation is what the Priory of the Scales said, that the two fruits represent the twin sisters Lilith and Myrcella.

The deck of the long bridge hung limply on the water, and the burn marks on the wooden boards still showed the danger of the previous battle. Walking on this quiet street, the surrounding citizens looked at the two core figures of the Salvation Army with complicated eyes.

It was getting close to evening and the air was filled with the smell of cooking smoke.

"How is Giles?" Horn asked first. The little girl was infected with the Holy Spirit a few days ago and has been lying in bed recuperating these days.

Jeanna said worriedly, "Her condition is more serious than normal Saint's disease, but less serious than witch's disease. I don't know who infected her."

"Maybe it's my divine favor." Horn comforted her, "It's just that the little girl is in poor health."

"Probably." Jeanna clasped her hands together and said, "Lord Myrcella, please bless poor little Giles..."

"My mother is very busy, and your request will surely be ignored. I will talk to her tonight." Horn interrupted the devout Jeanne with a smile.

Jeanne glared at Horn, half dissatisfied and half annoyed.

"Do you like it here?" Horn asked, pointing at the Fort Joan of Arc in front of him.

Jeanna looked around and touched the railing on the riverside road. "I haven't seen any other cities. This is the biggest city I've ever seen. Do you like it? I like it very much. It would be great if I could go there every year to see the maple leaves.

In fact, I still prefer the feeling of the suburbs. The city is too dirty, and it’s too crowded. I can’t see the sky. I prefer living in the countryside.

You know, the kind with lots of places for us to run around and get some sun..."

As she was talking, Jeanne suddenly stopped talking because she found that Horn was looking at her with a strange look.

"what happened?"

"You know what? I didn't realize until now that you're a bit talkative." Horn raised his head and looked at the sunset in the distance. "We've been in such a tight spot along the way. There are crises everywhere. I almost forgot how to speak normally."

As the two talked, they walked forward, and the sword beads on the Blood Cloud hit the scabbard, making a tinkling sound.

"Yeah." Jeanna looked back and suddenly laughed, "Brother, you've grown taller. You've really grown taller. You can look me in the eye now."

Glancing at Jeanne next to him, Horn was pleasantly surprised to find that he had really grown taller, nearly 3 centimeters in 3 months.

But it's normal if you think about it, breathing techniques have the ability to increase height and stimulate human potential, otherwise how could those nobles be so tall.

"If I could grow as tall as Carrie..." Halfway through his words, Horn noticed Jeanna's bad look and immediately changed the subject, "Speaking of height, it's almost time, we should go."

"Humph."

Looking at Jeanne's puffy mouth, Horn burst into laughter. He took Jeanne's hand and walked towards the assembly point.

In three months, he buried three good friends and countless people from Qianhe Valley. The long sword on his waist changed from snow in the clouds to blood-covered clouds.

Three months later, he would get out of the Blackbone Swamp, defeat the Imperial Order Company, expel the Church and the Empire, and turn the Thousand River Valley into a free Thousand River Valley.

And it all starts from the Black Bone Swamp before our eyes.

"Jeanna, we always call it Black Bone Swamp. Black Bone Swamp sounds eerie. How about we change the name?"

"Replace it with what?"

"The entire Black Bone Swamp is about the same size as a township, so we'll treat it as a township. It's also a huge lake swamp, so let's call it Daze Township."

"Daze Township." Jeanne repeated it twice. This word was translated by Horn, and to her it probably meant "huge swamp township".

"It's straightforward and easy to understand, so let's call it Daze Township."

When they arrived at the assembly point, in front of Horn was a long line of refugees, about four thousand people, young and old, all looking at Horn eagerly.

"Let's go!" Horn walked straight to the front of the team.

The long queue of people moved slowly. Standing by the road, Horn looked back at Chateau Jeanne d'Arc.

Smoke from cooking fires rose like long columns above the roofs of the houses of all sizes in Jeanne d'Arc. Hawks circled in the sky, and the evening breeze blew the fallen leaves to the ground.

"See you in three months."

(End of this chapter)