The Glorious Parliament is a mysterious fulcrum of mankind, and its power and prestige are rooted in powerful vassal states. The holy city of Zangwell is located in Sodria in the north, but the fundamental reason why Lucia's orders are unblocked in Pinia Io is Brestatic, the only human empire on the Pinia Io continent. Uriel has always been proud of his motherland Eastman, but even he has to admit that Eastman is like a small principality of the latter compared to Brestatic.

"It's a frost moon?" He looked at the sunlight outside the glass and felt that the ladder did not seem to have sent them away from the country of flowing sand. However, people here did not wear windproof mesh hoods, but instead they were silk and cotton square hats, chiffon turbans, knitted shoulders, wool tweed and copper buckle belts. The Brethren's clothing match was closer to the Eastmans, but the style was bolder, newer, and richer stripes. The colors were enthusiastic and bright, full of vitality. "I think it was more like a flower moon."

"Lucia favors this place," York replied.

Brestattic, who represents the world, is also a church country of Lucia, farther away than Prins and Hotland Hills. But Uriel only knows it. He does not know the difference between Lucia and Knox, who represents the faith of the world's neighbors, nor has he read travel notes in the north. The trip to the holy city is limited to the rooms and library of the church. Although the palace furnishings when meeting the walkers are extremely luxurious, he does not care about it. Breth is different from Zangwell, and they have no restrictions. This is more like the real beginning of the journey.

The city closest to the shuttle station is the core of Bres, Marantino, the "Capital of Dawn". The destination of most passengers who come here through the ladder is this imperial capital. Uriel walked out of the shuttle station with the crowd, and the environmental gap between the mysterious fulcrum and the mortal empire was immediately reflected. The great empire still does not belong to the mysterious realm, although compared to Eastman, Brestattic is enough to make people feel the mysterious atmosphere.

Sauron became the guide. "Announcement, the staircase here will be closed later." The ring wrote, "If you want to transfer to the headquarters of the Church of Gaia, it is best to go through the unregistered private staircase."

"Smuggling staircase?" Uriel frowned.

"That's just one of the uses. You are not the Bresian government, why do you care about these things? The Capital of Dawn was the front line against the evil dragon. There were countless passages left after the war. So far, only the emperor's palace has been ensured to be cleaned. Or you can go back to the tower and make a turn."

The apprentice respects Xie Bumin. The prophet he most dislikes now is the prophet. Moreover, even the vassal state of the tower cannot avoid these illegal businesses. Isn’t the tobacco leaves in the blind alley accumulated like this?

The distance between the staircase and the city is less than six hundred yards. Marantino's high wall lies in the wilderness, the city teeth are rose gold under the setting sun, and the imperial guards are in groups, peeking out from the murderous hole behind, while the patrol cavalry teams shuttle through the shadows of stone piles and arrow towers, holding steel weapons in their hands.

The city walls are covered with amazing magic stone carvings, and the patterns and lines are rich and huge, which preserve a considerable degree of artistic quality. The plants that climb the stone wall can only grow to their knees, so the stone walls are covered with mystery, and there are only traces of time. The dilapidated walls of Camaria, the city of Saint White, are unique in detail carving, but Marantino has a magnificent and heavy momentum. It is a masterpiece of the entire mysterious field of Knox, a thousand years ago. Order remembers the history of the Great Alliance's struggle. Uriel stood under the scarred stone wall, imagining the Abyss Legion returned in front of the solid wall, leaving behind a tragic scene like hell on earth.

"Who did this belong to before the founding of the Grand League of St. Milund?" asked the apprentice.

"Of course, it was the ancestors." York pointed to a larger scar on the city wall, and the dark gray rough surface was polished by wind and rain. "That is the traces of war left by the ancestors. During the Battle of Dawn, the alliance sent people to repair the city wall, but it soon cracked again. This is what we see now."

The road leading to the city was very crowded, and I didn't expect it to be the same after entering the city. Uriel realized that there were adventurers from the same mercenary group around him, and the guards checked them more carefully, so they blocked the city gate for a while. The two horses pulling the cart behind him raised their heads and blew into the sky impatiently. Harbour of the High Beam is also so busy on weekdays, but the roads of carriages and mounts there are not limited to the ground.

"Is that Saudi Apper?" Dalton emerged from the shadows. He did not hate the sun, but did not like exposure to the sun. Apparently the same was true for the mercenaries he mentioned. Under the tarpaulin of the frame in front, he sat a famous adventurer with his lyrenched arms and his boots resting on the wooden board with a proud look.

York looked back and told them: "These people are paperclip mercenaries."

"You've misplaced the position." The night elf pointed out.

"It's not Saudi. I saw Favtanner's 'Windser'. There. Have you seen it?"

Uriel followed his fingers to find the target. The team was long and messy, but the other party was too conspicuous, just like the orange-faced man York beside him, which could not be ignored. The "Wind Speecher" was a fog elf. He was wearing leather armor, carrying a weird longbow, and holding three thin cloth tapes of gold, gray and red on his arms. Sodria's sand-proof headscarf covered the entire face. Despite this, his pointed ears and his swift and elegant posture were still incompatible with the surroundings.

The fingers of the Wind Speaker are no different from ordinary people, so they will not be natural elves. However, Favtanner has always been isolated from the world, which makes the fog elves rarer in Knox than Dowl. Wild elves are different. It’s just that Uriel has seen Favtanner’s envoys in Eastman. The cloud pattern on the "Wavtanner" cloak is very similar to the flag of the envoys, which is enough to prove the other party’s origin.

"I saw him." The wind walker of the high ring, Uriel, thought to himself, was definitely a big shot among adventurers. Roma would hope to meet him.

"He's very famous?" asked the Night Elf. "I haven't heard of the Paperclip Mercenary Group."

"Have you heard of it? They-oh." Sita thought for a while. "Well, you are not adventurers. The Paperclip Mercenary Group participated in the Battle of the Saints a hundred years ago and won the war for a small country. People call it the "Defense of the Cat Hill."

"that's all?"

"At that time we all thought they would lose, because the enemy was the border legion of the Brestatik Empire."

Not to mention Uriel, even Dalton and Sorren's Ring could not hide their surprise. Since mysterious creatures can seek futures at the seven fulcrums, there is no need to risk their lives to accumulate pitiful wealth. It is not uncommon for them to escape from the ranks of adventurers. Therefore, no matter how powerful the adventurers are, they cannot fight against the Imperial Legion's iron hoof. Of course, there are also certain mercenary groups that gather people to fight for the nobles, but that does not belong to the mysterious realm.

"Maybe the lords on the Breth border have used the old man and the young boy as soldiers"

"Aren't the border troops all these people?" Dalton believed that this problem was not good. "They are not the main force of war, they will only win by number."

Sitaha said, "Boss Calder said that quantity is the simplest way to win. Didn't the evil dragon defeat most of the Knox in this way?"

"If your army could be born from the sulfur breath of Wintherspon, it would be enough to deal with Brestatic. Did the paperclip mercenary group defeat the Imperial Frontier Army by number?"

"Not this." The orange-faced man shook his head, "I didn't breathe as big as the evil dragon... They were the guardians of the city at that time."

What else did the night elves want to say, Uriel stopped him first. "Speak softly, guys." But it was still too late. The fog elves "Wind Speecher" moved his ears and turned his head to look over. Uriel didn't know what expression he had for a moment. "He is your idol, York? Are you going to say hello?"

The orange-faced man coughed and changed the topic: "Where should we go to find a private staircase?"

No one knows. "Adventurer Bar?" Uriel slapped him on the shoulder.

It is difficult for outsiders to take shortcuts, but fortunately, Marantino's adventurers are no different from Eastman. Ulier walked along the widest street to the inner city, passing through two parks and a Lucia church. The style of the Dawn Capital has an old sense of history, and is even more serious than the holy city Zangwell. However, although the number of parade knights in the city is almost equivalent to the sum of the garrisons in Four Leaf City, it is difficult to say that the public security here can be compared. Ulier has at least seen a mysterious theft along the way, three stopped fighting, two beggars and countless beggars. He began to feel that this place is not much different from ordinary cities.

There is no mysterious constraint, chaos is the norm of the city, and the Dawn Capital is no exception. But what is confusing is the construction of the street. There is only a straight road from the city gate to the first park, and the steep slopes seem to turn into the city into a mountain climb. It is said that the Bres nobles like to live in the high ground to demonstrate their noble status.

Sure enough, a statue full of dignity was erected in the middle of the park. Uriel had only seen himself not long ago - Lucia's Walker holding a prayer hall in his hand. The fire ruby ​​on his robe fell into a light pink color, and even the pattern of Venus was almost impossible to see clearly. The most interesting thing is that the top of the sculpture's head was shining with the wind and sun. I really don't know what the Walker himself would feel when he saw it.

Uriel is still on the same path with the Paperclip Mercenary Group. Even York can see that the locals do not welcome adventurers, especially them. Perhaps there is a real component in Sita's story. "Is the Paperclip Mercenary Group a group of Fiftanner?"

"You mean the source? Of course not. The founder of the Paperclip Mercenary Group was a Skraguk native, born in the countryside. The 'Wind Whisperer' later joined them and became famous in the battle of defending Cat Hill. The Cat Hill was in Skraguk. Legend has it that they fought for their homeland and did not charge the king a gold coin. This is exactly the greatness of the adventurer."
Chapter completed!