Chapter 173 Don’t call it Black Bone Swamp, call it Daze Township
On the evening of November 13, 1444 in the imperial calendar.
On the canal side of Castle Joan of Arc.
The blood stains left two days ago can still be seen on the ground. The dried black blood stains are mixed with the stones and soil, making people feel that the previous battle was not a dream.
Standing on the pier, several galleys were constantly rising and falling on the water. The red sun's light splashed on the white sails and also on Sissi's shoulders.
Standing opposite him were Horn and several guards.
"Is everything arranged?" Horn asked looking at Sissi.
Sissi nodded: "It's all arranged. Your Majesty, where is Mr. Paslik?"
"He is very interested in that long-haired monster and followed the previous wave. The refugees have gone to the Wild Spider Forest, and it should be time now.
Master Pasric can also play the bone flute, so Jeanne can return to Castle Joan to pick up the last group of refugees. "
"It's a pity that I couldn't see sister Jeanne before leaving." Sissi pulled up her long hair around her ears, "I can only wait until three months to see you again."
Horn sent Sissi to Rapid City, ask him to contact Catherine. In this way, with Rapid City and the two parties at odds, it will not be easy to be suppressed again and again.
“Three months later, if your prediction is correct, the Duchess of Hemastone should have raised her army.
My mistress Catherine and the Abbey of Brago in Kasha County, and a A large number of former Kush nobles will follow.
If you fail to defeat the stationed Order Company, please don't be discouraged. You can come to our Rapids City, Lady Catherine will definitely be willing to take you in. "
Horn looked at Sissi's face and smiled without saying a word.
“I shouldn’t have said these words, but I feel that you and your Salvation Army must have a place in the future Thousand River Valley.” Sissi said seriously, “My mistress Catherine always It is said that the more friends the better, and I think you must be a friend that my hostess would like to make.”
“Catherine, the hostess of the Megdi Chamber of Commerce, is also a friend that I would like to make. It's not far from Fort Joan to Rapid City, and an alliance between the two parties will be the absolute 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 be taught Caught.”
"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 catch Me? No way!"
The sailboat cut through the water, messing up the sparkling red light on the water. Horn stood by the river, looking 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, and he would leave in a while, leaving Castle Joan of Arc. .
He should have come to this world at the end of August, and now it is mid-November, almost three months ago.
Three months after he came to this world, he transformed from a farmer into the pope of the 30,000 Salvation Army, killed a duke, hundreds of knights, and captured the important town of Joan of Arc in the southwest of the Thousand River Valley.
The pile of rotten fish and shrimps under his hands has also turned into slightly better rotten fish and shrimps.
Across the Qianhe River Valley, there are refugees revolting in the name of Saint Sun, Saint Sun Brother, Saint Great Grandson, and Saint Cousin.
Although they revolted to recruit peace, at least they spread the name of Horn and Shorthair.
Three months, but Horn has traveled to so many places and experienced so many things, it almost feels like three years.
"Brother? What are you doing standing by the river?"
"Jeanna." Turning his head, Horn reached out and touched Jeanna's head, "How are the last batch of villagers who set out? ?”
“The horses are all gone and the cart is loaded. They are having dinner and will set off after finishing their meal.” Jeanne replied fluently, rubbing her head against Horn’s palm. There are still three to four hundred people who registered but didn't come. We can't take care of them."
"There's no other way. If they don't come, they won't come." Holding his hands behind his back, Horn smiled cheerfully. Get up, "It's still some time before departure. Are you interested in walking with me?"
"Okay."
The blood-red sunset weaves the sky into luminous Western-style silk. The rose-colored sunset gleams over the church wall. The sacred 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 ancestors of mankind, Eve and Adam.
The wildest historical explanation is that the two fruits represent the twin sisters Lilith and Myrcella.
The deck of the long bridge hangs weakly on the water, and the traces of electric scorch on the wooden boards can still show 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 approaching evening, and the smell of cooking smoke filled the air.
"How is Giles?" Horn asked first. This little girl was infected with the Holy Family a few days ago and has been lying in bed to recuperate these days.
Jean Na said with some worry: "Her disease is more serious than the normal holy family, but less severe than the witch disease. I don't even know who infected her."
"Perhaps she is my Holy Family." Horn comforted her, "It's just that the little girl is in poor health."
"Probably." Jeanna clasped her hands together and cupped her fists, "Holy Lord Myrcella , please bless poor little Giles..."
"My mother has a lot of things to do, so your request will be easily ignored. I will tell my mother tonight." Horn interrupted the pious Jeanne with a smile.
Jeanna glared at Horn with half dissatisfaction and half annoyance.
"Do you like it here?" Horn asked, pointing to Castle Joan of Arc in front of him.
Jeanne looked around and touched the railings on the road by the river: "I have never seen other cities. This is the biggest city I have ever seen. Do you like it? I quite like it. , it would be nice if I could go see the maple leaves every year.
Actually, I prefer the feeling of the suburbs. The city is too dirty, and there are many people and crowds, and I can’t see the sky. I prefer to live there. In the countryside.
You know the kind where there are lots of places for us to run and bask in the sun..."
As she spoke, Jeanne suddenly stopped because she found that Horn was looking at him with a strange look. Looking at her.
“What’s wrong? ”
“Do you know? I didn't realize you were a bit of a talker until now. "Horn raised his head and looked at the sunset in the distance, "We were all walking too tight along the way. There were crises everywhere. I almost forgot how to speak normally. "
The two of them walked forward as they talked. The sword beads on the bloody cloud hit the scabbard, making a tinkling sound.
"Yes." Jeanne looked back and suddenly laughed, "Brother, you have grown taller. You have grown really tall. You can look directly into my eyes."
Glanced With Jeanne next to him, Horn was pleasantly surprised to find that he had really grown taller, growing by nearly 3 centimeters in 3 months.
But it’s normal to think about it. The breathing method has the ability to increase and stimulate the human body’s potential. Otherwise, how could those nobles be so tall?
"If I could grow as tall as Carrie..." Halfway through his words, Horn noticed the unpleasant look in Jeanne's eyes beside him and immediately changed the subject, "Speaking of height, it's almost time. Let's It’s time to go.”
“Hmph.”
Looking at Jeanna's bulging mouth, Horn laughed. He took Jeanna's hand and walked towards the assembly area.
In three months, he buried three friends and countless people from Qianhe River Valley. The long sword on his waist changed from the snow in the clouds to the blood covering the clouds.
Three months later, he will go out from the Black Bone Swamp, defeat the 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 in front of us.
"Jean, we always call it Black Bone Swamp. Black Bone Swamp sounds eerie when you hear it. How about we change the name?"
"Replace it with what?"
"The entire area of Black Bone Swamp is about the same as a township, so we will treat it as a township. It is also a huge lake and swamp, let's call it Daze Township."
"Daze Township." Jeanne said it twice. This word was translated by Horn. To her, it might mean [Huge Swamp Township].
“Straightforward and easy to understand, it’s called Daze Township.”
Arrived at the assembly area, in front of Horn was a long line of refugees, about 4,000 people, old and young. They all looked at Horn longingly.
"Let's go!" Horn walked directly to the front of the team.
The long line of people moved slowly. Standing on the side of the road, Horn turned back and looked at Castle Joan of Arc in the distance.
The smoke from cooking is like a long pillar, standing on the roofs of the houses in Fort Joan of Arc. Goshawks are circling in the sky, and the evening wind blows the withered leaves to the ground.
“See you in three months.”
(End of this chapter)