This winter, the entire Bavarian Principality became a huge war machine.

The heart of this machine is Lille City.

Lille has long since disappeared from the spotlessness of the grandfather's wedding, and now it has become noisy, dirty and crowded. In the cold wind, it will emit a strange smell.

Continuous convoys transported all kinds of war-in-first materials from the Principality and Allies to Lille, and then accumulated in Lille, allocated and transferred to the front line. The warehouses in Lille were already full of food, dried meat, forage and armor and weapons. Heavy carriages not only turned the snow into snow, but also crushed the road surface. In addition to the city area where the Grand Duke Mansion is located, the main roads in other urban areas are muddy all day long, crowded vehicles and crowds pushing each other, shouting and scolding, and the crying of children is mixed in between.

Wars are not all romantic.

First of all, the place where Lille's urban residents deeply feel this is that the prices of all food and alcohol are soaring. The rich can still not worry about the soaring prices and maintain their luxury habits as usual. However, in the topic of banquets, the price of a certain brand of red wine doubled, and the whiskey of a certain vintage has been out of stock, and other topics have begun to occupy a place.

Ordinary families really feel the hardships of life. They no longer think about whether they eat better, but rack their brains to study how to fill the family's stomach with limited silver coins. The price of bread has doubled, and cheese has almost increased the same price. For them, cured meat with local flavor is already a sky-high price.

The harshest side of the war exists outside Lille. There is a large open space surrounded by curtains.

There is a temporary morgue where the bodies of soldiers are placed.

The morgue was so large that when more than 300 corpses were placed, they could only occupy one small corner. The guards of the morgue were veterans for many years. However, every time they entered the morgue, they always had an unconcealed look of fear on their faces. No matter how outsiders asked, they would not tell what was in the morgue.

The veterans guarding the morgue knew that the corpses in the morgue were only the first batch. The war had just begun, and corpses would be transported here continuously in the future. Just seeing the scale of the morgue, you can guess the upper level's estimate of the damage to the war. That would be a number that would make people feel heartbreaking when they think about it!

But these veterans have become accustomed to the blood of the battlefield. It is winter again, and the morgue will not have the stench and bloody smell of soaring into the sky. For them, this should be considered a paradise.

What scared them deeply were the corpses that would not cause their reaction at all!

Under the white cloth, more than a hundred corpses looked like coke. And more than a hundred corpses were incomplete. Even the corpses with all parts were mysteriously torn into more than ten pieces, which were completely made up later. Some corpses obviously did not belong to their current owners!

In contrast, there are very few normal corpses.

The veterans subconsciously avoided these corpses, and they didn't even want to think of them in their hearts, just because of the horror of the creators of these corpses!

Those are two taboo names, the Great Magician Jero and the Great Warlock Lhasa.

The incredible power of the Great Magician is the nightmare of all soldiers. In the face of the terrifying magic that is overwhelming, even the veterans who have been through many battles seem so small and helpless. They are completely unable to resist the power of the Great Magician's magic, nor can they escape the scope of magic.

All they can do is wait for death to come and pray that they will not die in pain. Being able to keep a complete body is already a luxury.

The war between the seven-nation coalition, led by the Principality of Bavaria, and the Rhine Alliance, finally began a month ago. In an intense speech to declare war, the Grand Duke of Bavaria accused Louis IX of tempting Elyses, the evil banshee, and completely reduced him to a demon! Whether as a devout believer of the Supreme God or a sad father, the Grand Duke could not continue to tolerate Louis IX's blasphemy!

From this day on, the Principality of Bavaria officially left the Rhine Alliance and declared war on the alliance. What attracted the attention of the entire continent was that the Pope personally attended the expedition ceremony and blessed the first group of soldiers who set out to the front line.

This is tantamount to an alliance statement with the Principality of Bavaria!

This day was the first time in the history of the Church of Light that officially intervened in the secular war. The major powers that received this information immediately began to evaluate the situation after the Principality of Bavaria annexed the Rhine Alliance. In this war, no one would be optimistic about the prospects of the Rhine Alliance. Even if the three empires faced each other head-on, the ending was difficult to predict, let alone the Rhine Alliance is just a second-rate power? After the Principality of Bavaria was split, it could only be regarded as a third-rate power at most.

At the beginning of the war, all the nobles on one side of the principality were excited. They seized every possible occasion to attack Louis IX, the ally of the dark devil, and performed their best to mock and satirize. Then, in the worshipful eyes of the noble girl, they issued countless declarations of victory against the pagans.

A large number of noble children were dressed in the most gorgeous armor and asked to join the army to conquer the pagans through various relationships. But what disappointed these passionate young people was that no matter what relationship they were entrusted, they would be rejected when they arrived in the Grand Duke's Mansion. It is said that in the early stages of the war, except for the existing army, the principality would no longer recruit any nobles to join the army.

This rumor is like a spark, quickly igniting the anger of all the noble young men who are determined to make a vote on the battlefield! They flocked in front of the Grand Duke's Mansion and demanded a reasonable explanation.

The battlefield is originally a stage for aristocratic youth, and this kind of war that wins firmly is an opportunity that every aristocrat will strive for. How can such a grand event put them aside?

It was Catherine who calmed the anger of the passionate noble youth.

When the first beauty of the royal capital appeared at the gate of the Grand Duke's Mansion, the noisy crowd immediately became silent.

Her elegant face is so perfect, and her noble temperament inadvertently revealed in every move is the ultimate dream of a most elegant nobleman. Every tiny ornament on her can be a model of aristocratic clothing.

In front of the burning gazes of countless noble young men, Catherine smiled slightly, and her solid and round voice once again made these young people crazy.

"Dear gentlemen, you are the youngest elites in the Principality of Bavaria, the cornerstone of the Principality's existence, and the only hope of the upper class! It is actually the painstaking efforts of the Grand Duke when you don't rush to the front line at this time. As we all know, there are not only powerful enemy troops, but also mysterious great magicians on the front line!"

The noble young men became restless, and they shouted that they would use their blood and flesh to lay a way to the great magician! There must be one among them, who used his sword to penetrate into the great magician's heart and dedicated it to Catherine.

Catherine smiled sweetly and pressed her hands slightly, calming the youth's passion.

"I have never doubted your loyalty and courage! But you are nobles, principalities, and the great duke's all hope! You, the youngest elites of the priest, cannot cause unnecessary damage. Even if the priests have temporary setbacks, as long as the fire is left, one day our anger will burn the land of the pagans! Therefore, respectable gentlemen, don't sacrifice lightly! Practice your wisdom and sword skills, the war is far from over. I promise that you will have enough chance to use your sword to seize your glory in the fire of war!"

The noble young men were excited to hear it! They shouted wildly, raising the long sword in their hands again and again.

After finally waiting for them to calm down, Catherine said softly: "But, respectable gentlemen, I have a small request! I ask you to come back from the battlefield intact; I hope that there will be such glory to accept the spoils you bring back with you personally!"

The grassland in the hearts of the noble young men was completely ignited by this Mars!

Although they still couldn't get on the battlefield, their vanity and self-esteem were greatly satisfied. A passionate and nobles also had a place to go.

Recognized as the first beauty of the royal capital, the incarnation of nobility, elegance and perfection, Catherine Rochelio, on this day became the object of allegiance to countless noble young men. The ancient chivalrous spirit once again rose in the Principality of Bavaria.

The war has been in a stalemate for half a month. Although there are no soldiers killed in battle, the group of wounded soldiers who came back from the front calmed down the hot nobles. Except for the St. James Cathedral where the pope lives, almost all the churches are filled with wounded soldiers waiting for treatment. The pastor of the Church of Light uses the magic of light to treat the healing effect quickly and well, but a senior pastor cannot use healing techniques several times in a day. These precious magics are used to treat the injuries of seriously injured soldiers for a certain amount of treatment and not worsen. The recovery work must be handed over to the doctor who is proficient in medicine.

The coalition led by Marshal Rochelio was blocked from the Fortress of the Rhine League. In a tentative attack, the large-scale magic of Lhasa and Jero easily sent more than 200 soldiers who were rushing in the front back to the arms of the Supreme God. The heavy Marshal Rochelio was no longer willing to launch an attack easily, but just surrounded the Fortress of the Fortress of the Magical Range.

The stalemate situation quickly made the nobles of Lille lose their original interest and enthusiasm. The civilians gradually got used to the wartime life, and they could fall asleep as usual in the noise of carriages and soldiers.

When it was just dawn, in the Grand Duke's Mansion, Catherine stood up from her spacious writing desk, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked into the direction of the Rhine League.

At the door opened, two beautiful maids walked in quietly. One of them held a pile of thick documents in their hands and placed them on the pile of documents on the left hand side of the writing table. One maid picked up the approved documents on his right and quietly left the room. The other maid took a snow fox cloak and draped it on Catherine.

"Mrs. Catherine, you must take care of yourself! Now most people have not gotten up, you have been working for two hours! Working like this is not a good thing for your baby!"

Catherine's face was always noble, elegant and perfect smile, and there was no sign of fatigue at all. She reached out and gently squeezed the maid's face, and this very frivolous and frivolous action also became very noble in her hands.

"What are you afraid of? This child is destined to be an ordinary person with the personal blessing of the Pope! You have been following me for so long, don't you know me? How can work make me tired? Without these, life is truly boring! Look, in this direction, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and countless people. Their destiny will soon be in my hands. If I am happy, their lives will be happy; if I am angry, they will endure hunger and fear! What a wonderful feeling this is!"

Catherine's eyes rarely showed fanaticism. At this moment, she had completely left her reserve behind her. Her hands subconsciously grabbed the maid's round and smooth shoulders, and her pointed nails were deeply trapped in the flesh. However, her eyes had already turned into the distance, and the gaze passed through the Rhine League, with no end at all...

The maid listened to Catherine's thoughts and trembled instinctively.

Catherine noticed her strangeness, chuckled, and said gently: "You are afraid that you will hear too many things, are you? You are very well-behaved, you have never said anything randomly, you are too brave, so you won't be the same as them. How can I bear to lose such a lovely little thing as you? Alas, it's hard to find a talent, and a good maid is much harder to find than a brave knight! And, you are really kind to me, how could I not know?"

At this time, someone knocked on the door lightly, and a maid reported: "Madame Catherine, Marquis Tamareton is waiting for your summons."

"Let him come in!"

Marquis Tamareton has been serving as an assistant to the military of the Grand Duke of Bavaria for more than twenty years. Now he is over fifty years old, short and fat, with few hairs on his head, and shining with shiny oil. He looks like an old nobleman with excessive wine and color. But Catherine has a perfect expression of reserve and respect. This respect is not false, but true respect from the heart.

Tamalayton handed over several pages of tissue paper to Catherine and said, "Dear Mrs. Catherine, I have read all the information about Lord Orpheic Roque and have taken out the parts you may be interested in. Look, if there is something unsatisfactory, I will prepare you another more detailed copy."

Catherine frowned slightly, and after browsing these pages quickly, she looked up and said, "Mr. Tamaleton, I am very satisfied with your work. In fact, I cannot find a better report. You have told me everything I want to know. By the way, your report says that the two Knights of the Round Table left Lille with the rest of the Golden Lion Knights?"

"Yes. The two round table knights went to St James' Cathedral yesterday, probably because they had seen His Majesty the Pope. After they came out, they summoned the eighty-two Golden Lion Knights who were still alive and left Lille. You know, after Lord Orpheroke died, they announced their withdrawal from the Duke's army and received the consent of the Grand Duke. This time they left, it seemed that they had also received the acquiescence of the Pope, so I did not stop them."

"Which direction are they going?" Katherine frowned slightly.

"It's going north and heading straight for the Central Mountains. Mrs. Catherine."

Catherine pondered, her slender and crystal-clear fingers hit the tabletop rhythmically.

Her fingers suddenly paused, and Tamalayton's heart immediately tightened.

"Your Majesty the Pope... don't worry. You immediately mobilize a thousand elite knights, be sure to intercept them in front of the Central Mountains, kill them all, and not put one into the Central Mountains, and then use their heads to report to me." Even with such an order, Catherine's voice was still gentle and gentle, but Tamalayton always felt an irresistible chill.

She scanned the report in her hand again and said gently: "This man named Roger looks very interesting. Lord Orpheic and the church attach great importance to him, and it will not be without a reason. I want all the information about him, the better. Also, please help me arrange it. In the afternoon, I want to meet Kate. Franco is currently in Cyrusburg? Find a way to inform him, and I hope to see him here the day after tomorrow."

The Marquis Tamalayton took out a small book, wrote down Catherine's orders one by one, and took the leave.

The maid outside the door preached softly: "Madame Catherine, Lord Fiore asks for a visit."

Catherine's black eyebrows raised slightly like a knife, and finally said, "Please come in!"

At the door opened, a figure appeared in front of Catherine like a whirlwind. His voice was low and pleasant, revealing unconcealed surprise and pride.

"Catherine! My dream goddess! Since the day I saw you, my love for you has never changed! Can you feel the flame in my heart? It is this flame that has made me a miraculous breakthrough in three months! Look, I am already a Templar! In just three months, I have improved my fighting spirit a whole level! This is completely the power of love! Do you believe in my love for you now!?"

The person who came couldn't help but hugged Catherine and kissed her lips.

Catherine's lips were soft and smooth, and she had no resistance, allowing Fiore's fiery tongue to penetrate into her little mouth. But the chilling coldness on her lips quickly cooled down Fiore's boiling blood.

Fiore let go of Catherine in a daze. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Under Catherine's cold gaze, the young man, who was a genius in martial arts, couldn't help but lower his head.

Fiore is very tall, with a handsome face with evil charm, and his long brown and black hair is tied behind his head with a black ribbon. He is one of the Pope's bodyguards and has recently been qualified as a Templar.

"Dear Mr. Fiore, I know what the title of Templar means, and I also know that it is a miracle to have a level 16 fighting spirit at your age. But if you want to subdue a woman like me who does not understand martial arts, you don't need any fighting spirit. Just relying on your arm strength is enough! You are His Majesty's right-hand assistant, and I have forgotten what happened just now. Now, if you are not ready to take further action, can I ask you out?" Catherine's voice was as cold as ice.

Fiore was completely at a loss, his pale lips trembled, and suddenly he knelt in front of Catherine!

"My goddess! Please don't be so cruel to me! I dare not ask you to forgive me for my rudeness just now, just ask you to give me a chance to serve you! Please give me this opportunity, and I will prove my love for you! It will definitely be! You can't find a knight who is more loyal than me! In any case, please don't close your heart to me forever!"

Catherine hesitated a little. When Fiore saw that something had turned around, he immediately cursed and swore desperately.

Finally, Catherine sighed and said, "If I have any difficulties, I will ask for your help. Is this OK?"

The ecstatic Fiore was afraid of making Catherine unhappy again, so he immediately seized the opportunity to exit the room.

Seeing Fiore's figure disappear at the door, a smile appeared on the corner of Catherine's mouth. But then the smile disappeared, and the room suddenly filled with a faint smell of blood, which made her stomach feel a little restless.

The maid's voice also trembled with fear: "Mrs. Catherine, Lord Kate is waiting for your summons!"

Kate, who entered the room, was very different from half a year ago. There were many more graceful faces in his face, and his long hair was casually dispersed, obviously without any modification. Several crisscrossing scars added a lot of murderous aura to his originally handsome face.

Strangely, bloody smells after blood kept popping out of Kate's old armor full of scratches.

Kate stood far away from the other end of the room and said calmly: "Great Lady Catherine, I really apologize. I have killed too many people, and I can't control the strange bloody smell. I hope it won't make you too unhappy. Do you have any instructions to summon me, an idle person?"

Catherine frowned slightly, and stood up and walked towards Kate. Every step she took, the smell of blood became stronger. When she walked a step ahead of Kate, the smell of blood was as strong as the substance, thick, cold and slippery, making Catherine uncomfortable. But her face was only white and she returned to her perfect smile.

A surprise flashed in Kate's eyes, and then it was replaced by respect. He bowed and Katherine could see that this time was the real respect.

"How long have you been idle in Lille?"

"Since the disbandment of the Old Lion Heart Knights and the Golden Lion Knights, they have been idle and received some salary. In this one-sided war, the people above will not let us take credit for this one-sided war." Kate was very straightforward. After staying in the cruel Lion Tooth Camp for a long time, he no longer wanted to spend any time to cater to any powerful ideas.

Catherine walked behind Kate, gently stroked the scratches on his armor with her hands, and suddenly asked, "Do you think this war is one-sided? I need to know your true opinion!"
To be continued...