Felicity is a city in the very center of the continent, located in the middle of the plains of Osiria, and has always been the cultural and economic center of the entire continent. Unlike other bustling commercial cities that have undergone large-scale development, the city still retains the architecture and layout of a thousand years ago, and walking on the paths paved with green stone bricks seems to be a momentary trip through history.The city has a history of its own, with a history of its own, with a history of its own.Legend has it that Filippo was first built during the First Republic of Lonitia, and later, during the Second Empire of Lonitia, he was given to the then Pope Stephen III by Emperor Valerius. Since then, the beautiful city of Filippo has been under the rule of the Church, and political power is controlled by the three largest families in the Church.In the center of the city stands a church, in the center of which is a dome 50 meters in diameter, the entire church is nearly two hundred meters high, the largest church on the continent, able to accommodate more than 60,000 people at the same time for ceremonies. And a small building at the back of the church, though only a third of the height of the main building, is the center of power for the entire Papal States.“Your Excellency the Count, each of us here has our own troubles, and if everyone is like you, then I don't see us having this meeting until nightfall.” A Cardinal Secretary, seated behind a reading platform high above the stage, flipped through the scriptures in front of him in the midst of a hundred chatty nonsense, while absently answering the inquiries of the people on the stage.“All that I have said here, bishops, is not to prove our merits, nor to seek any reward, but to tell a truth, to tell a bloody truth, a truth that has been paid for by us with countless sacrifices.” The more the Count spoke, the more agitated he became, and as if his already sickly body could not bear such excitement, he began to cough violently.“Tonight's topic is not about military service, but whether we need to invest more in the defense of the Tower of Babel.” The Cardinal Secretary, seated at the highest point, tapped the small hammer in his hand, and the walls around the tower, with its tiers of reading platforms one above the other, seemed to be like a ladder to power.“If you still don't take this matter seriously, then I can't guarantee the consequences that will follow.” The Earl looked up at the Cardinal Secretaries, but his eyes revealed not awe, but a hint of something so sinister. “Daring, are you threatening us?” Hearing the Earl's words, some of the Cardinal Secretaries stood up angrily and questioned them sternly.“You can interpret that as a threat, though I'm just telling the truth.”The Count looked at all the people in front of him, looked around the room from left to right, and sighed. “I should have known it would end like this, your greed will get you killed one day sooner or later.”“Then it will be no trouble for the Count.” The Cardinal Secretary, who sat at the top, hammered it home, “Then the matter is settled, and the status quo ante is maintained.”The heavy iron doors of the church reclosed as black limousines left the church through the back door, one after the other. Besides the Earl, there is another lord on the High Tower who has not left. “What? Anything else, Your Holiness?” The Count's tone was slightly mocking.“The Valkyries have been moving south again lately, heavily armored mixed legions of horse and foot, and this time they seem to mean business.” The Pope closed the book in front of him and said calmly. “So that's why they stood by and did nothing?” The Count's tone did not change one iota as a result of the Pope's explanation.“I'm just telling you that things will work out one day when this is all over.” “You can wait, but we are running out of time.” The Count sighed, “In that case, I will begin to settle this matter by my own means, Roderick, our partnership is over.” After saying this, the Count left the hall without looking back with his cane on his head, and the empty hall echoed with the sound of the Count's footsteps and the sound of his cane tapping on the floor.“Lord Pope ......” The attendant was just about to step forward and say something when the Pope gave her a silent gesture, after which he slowly took off his own white gloves and handed the cane and white gloves together to the attendant. “Winnie, go get ready, it's time for us to go get him back.”Winnie's body shuddered when she heard this, “Have you really decided? But he's still ...... “Before Winnie could finish the sentence, the Pope interrupted her, ”That's the only purpose of his existence, and if he can't even do that, there's no point in living.”Two teenagers run playfully through the old town of Karliu.“Sandino! Stay close to me!” Cesare shouted to Sandino behind him, the wet and muddy pavement can be stepped on a footprint, the narrow aisles can not even accommodate a carriage, the complex layout of the interlocking houses in the old town as if it were a huge labyrinth situated in the city. The old town is the most important part of the city. An old woman carrying a few apples on the hem of her skirt had just turned the corner when running Cesare and Sandino flashed past her like two ghosts out of nowhere, narrowly missing her, and scattering the fruit on her skirt in shock.The old woman waved her arms angrily and yelled, “Hey! I've seen you black-haired boy! You're the one who fixes the groceries!”Hearing the shout, Cesare stopped in his tracks with a sharp brake, then expressed a woefully apologetic salute to the old woman behind him, “I'm sorry ma'am, if you have time tomorrow night you can stop by Henry's Grocery and I'll make it up to you .......” Without finishing his sentence, Sandino took Cesare by the arm and anxiously led him on his run. “It's too late! They're catching up!”The woman seemed to be about to yell something in an unrelenting rage, but before she could react again, a thick arm pushed her straight back toward the side of the road. “Get out of the way! Get out of the way, all of you!” Two Gallant Family guards chased after them aggressively and pointed at the backs of both Cesare and Sandino and yelled, “Stop! You two brats stop right there! No running away!”“Only an idiot would stand still! Whew...chasing out of school and still chasing! How much money do you make to play dead!?” Sandino continued to run aimlessly and furiously with Cesare while his mouth was still broken and complaining. Originally, the two of them wanted to use the complex terrain of this old city to get rid of Galen's guards, who could have ever imagined that the other side would be so persistent, looking at the frame potential to catch the two of them can not be.Suddenly, Sandino caught a sudden, unusual and unusually familiar whiff of malt and molasses from the foul, putrid air of the old city. He raised his eyes in response to the smell and saw a mediocre bakery squeezed between two ramshackle houses. “I remember eating bread from here...I remember where this is!” Sandino suddenly looked as if he had thought of a way to get rid of the guards, and excitedly spoke to Cesare, who was running along beside him. “I thought of that! Come on, come with me!”“What? What do you have in mind?” Sandino didn't do much explaining, but Cesare chose to believe his brother, and without much hesitation followed him along as he turned into the alleyway, about three times to the left and two times to the right, and one of those times Sandino wondered if he'd chosen the wrong direction, too, and Cesare felt like a rat scurrying in a ditch. But it was a good thing that the guards in hot pursuit behind them were also feeling dizzy after several turns in a row, and the sounds of shouting and yelling were getting farther and farther away.Eventually, Cesare was taken to a relatively spacious and clean area, and was again taken by Sandino to a house that looked like a public building of some sort, Cesare's first reaction was that it looked like a chapel, but there was no signage on it that implied anything about religion, there wasn't even a signboard, and the only windows on the building had been covered from the inside by someone with a cloth as if it was a deliberate attempt to keep people from realizing what was being done in here.The doors of the building were open like they were welcoming people in, but from the outside the inside of the doors were dimly lit, the sunlight couldn't get in too deep, which made Cesare feel a little weird and uneasy. But Sandino looked saved, Sandino pulled Cesare and ran to the door, a tall and imposing security officer stepped out from the shadows behind the door, he was built like a giant, no hair or eyebrows on his head, grinning with a vicious expression, but when he saw that the intruders were two St. Carl's Stream students he actually began to try to squeeze a kind expression on that horrible face.Suddenly, the voices of the guards suddenly sounded behind the two again. “Stand still! Get over here!” Sandino, who had been relieved, fumbled hastily for something in his pocket, then he pulled out a ring set with a jewel, and after waving it in front of the big man's eyes he hastily slipped it on his finger, and again pulled Cesare closer to him. “I'm a Gekkoed, and this, this is my friend! I brought him here!”The big man raised an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping over Sandino and Cesare before bowing respectfully and letting the two teenagers in. And when the two Gallant Family guards rushed in, the big man clasped his shoulders and turned them away without mercy. Cesare stood inside the door and saw that they seemed to be arguing about something outside the door, but soon when the big man raised his fist, the two guards immediately weakened and could only watch as Cesare and Sandino walked into the depths of the building, exasperated and angry, before finally shrugging off their indignation and leaving.Watching them leave, Cesare and Sandino, who had been in hiding for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Sandino looked in the direction they had left and grumbled disgruntledly, “It was clearly that asshole Boris who started this! As for chasing us so far! Cesare, are you sure Crocia is okay with this?”“Don't worry, they won't make it hard for Kroshia, Galen is a duke's son no matter what, he still knows the rules on that.” Cesare patted the dust off his school uniform. “Come on, let's find a quiet place to get out of the wind first.”

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