Chapter 347 For Saint Sith! For Colin!
In the evening, Luo Yan was leisurely selecting "local specialties" for old acquaintances at the market in the Holy City, while the Dantès Villa on King Street was in chaos.
After a busy day, Edmund heard the bad news as soon as he got home. His cute little Emily played a prank on the new tutor again, and this time she even made the kind girl cry.
She had not noticed before that this cute little girl actually had so much bad water in her belly. She actually put a paper cup filled with water against the door frame, and when the door was opened, the girl was drenched with water.
This time it was too much. He couldn't hold it back. He took off his belt and whipped it on the sofa hard, scaring Emily so much that she cried on the spot.
There was a lot of excitement in the house.
Looking at his daughter who was crying loudly, Edmund finally relented. He hugged her and comforted and apologized. Then he sincerely bowed his head to Ms. Xiwei who had changed her clothes and put a gold coin in the latter's hand. Only then did the aggrieved expression turn into a pear-shaped smile.
Honestly, Saint Sis, if only little Emily could be so easy to coax.
Looking back at the messy living room, Edmund felt even more tired.
At dinner time, his wife Anna also returned home and acted out a scene of "beating the bad guy with an iron fist of justice" in front of little Emily, and then she coaxed the little ancestor into peace.
By the way, after the funeral that day, the Dantès family officially entered the upper class society of the Holy City.
Not only did Edmond himself have a lot more social activities, but his wife Anna was also accepted by the ladies of the Holy City, and as Madame Dantès attended many tea parties and salons that they had never heard of before.
In order not to embarrass the Dantès family, Anna studied the etiquette of upper class society very carefully, and tried hard to remember every face that greeted her.
As for other family members, they also have their own things to be busy with.
Sofia is currently preparing for an interview at the Imperial Academy of Arts, and Francois is too shy. As for Lucian...that idiot is old enough, but unfortunately he cannot take care of children. Last time he even tried to take little Emily to ride a horse!
Honestly speaking, Edmund felt a little indebted to his little daughter.
She was just at an age when she was just beginning to understand the world, and her life had undergone such earth-shaking changes.
At this critical point in time, he and his wife happened to neglect to take care of her... Perhaps this was the real reason why her temperament became weird, and it was not a bad habit.
He actually thought about sending little Emily back to Notre Dame School to study.
The children there would not make her feel lonely, and Mrs. Agnes's character was obvious to all. Even if that lady cannot give love to every child, she can definitely make little Emily an optimistic, upright, and kind person.
However, every time he mentioned this matter, Anna rejected him with her eyes wide open.
As for the reason, it is nothing more than that-how could the daughter of the Dantès family go to a place like that!
In her opinion, Sophia had such difficulty when she grew up because she did not lay a good foundation when she was a child.
But Emily is different. The little one's life has just begun, and he must not "just settle"!
Edmund is not that ambitious about his daughter. His ambition is mainly for his two sons. As for little Emily, he just wanted her to be happy.
But after he thought about it, it was indeed quite far from King Street to Loyalty Street, so far that it was like two different worlds. It seemed unrealistic to go back and forth there every day to go to school, and he was even more worried about boarding.
We can only leave all this to time.
Finally it was time for dinner. The servants pushed the dining cart into the kitchen and put the sumptuous dinner on the long table.
Smelling the fragrance of wine, Edmund's brows relaxed slightly.
However, before he had time to enjoy the moment of peace before praying before the meal, his most restless big boy suddenly said something unexpectedly.
"I have decided, father."
His eldest son Lucian wiped his mouth with a napkin and put down the knife and fork that had not been used in his hand.
His movements carried an unprecedented solemnity, and his eyes burned with a blazing flame, like the rising sun.
"Tomorrow morning, I will sign up to join the Knights Templar!"
This sentence is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
"What?!"
Anna was the first to exclaim. She looked at her always obedient son in disbelief and said in surprise.
"Lucian, my darling, do you know what that means? It is a more barbaric land than the New World. Don't really think that the continent is made of gold when you hear that it is full of gold——"
"I know, mother."
Lucian's tone is extremely firm, and his eyes are bright - that is the light of ideals!
"But because of this, I want to go even more! Because I belong there!"
“No, brother, you belong to the Holy City... You were born here, and it has nothing to do with you.” Francois reminded him in a low voice.
Sofia also nodded slightly, looking at her brother worriedly, wondering which song he was singing again.
As if he guessed that his brother would say such depressing words, Lucien raised a heroic smile at the corner of his mouth and continued plausibly.
“I know, François, but what falls on the roots of the tree are rotten leaves, and only what is scattered far away are seeds!”
He could rarely win over his brother with his words, but this time he was speechless.
"These are His Highness Colin's exact words again..." Francois whispered.
"This is not important! What is important is that we, as the people of Saint Sith, have the obligation to spread the Holy Light to every corner of the world. This is our innate responsibility!"
His voice rose slightly with excitement, and his face flushed with excitement.
Francois closed his mouth.
He knew that a person in this state could not be persuaded. He could only let him feel the burning heat of the holy light with his body.
Little Emily bit her spoon, opened her eyes and smacked her lips, not understanding what was going on.
Looking at a table of silent family members looking at each other, Lucian smiled slightly and continued.
"And... you have also seen the story of Baron Corsia, right? That gentleman was able to survive in the wilderness for nearly ten years alone, and finally opened up his own business. I, Lucien Dantès, a healthy, well-educated young man, don't even have this courage?"
"I aspire to be like Corsia A man as upright as the Baron of West Asia is even more eager to follow in the footsteps of His Highness Colin. I want to prove to him that the descendants of the Dantès family are by no means cowards who only hide in the shadow of their fathers! I have been thinking about it for a long time, please stop trying to persuade me!"
Edmund felt a headache when he saw his son's impassioned look.
He put down his wine glass and advised in a deep voice.
"Lucian, calm down. First of all, His Highness Colin has never looked down on us. You don't need to prove anything to him. Secondly, stories are stories and reality is reality. You have only seen the legend of Baron Kosia, but you have not seen the danger of his narrow escape. You may remember every word of His Highness Colin, but don't be confident that you really understand him. You can't see how complicated the interests are involved behind it."
"Brother, father is right," Sofia on the side also advised softly, "You can also contribute to the family if you stay in the Holy City, and the opportunities here are much more than in the New World. The Knights Templar... That is too dangerous, and it is not something people like you should go."
She spoke very cryptically, but every word was true.
Not caring about being sulky with her father, little Emily felt that her brother was going somewhere far away.
She jumped down from the chair, ran to Lucien's side, pulled the corner of his clothes, and timidly said: "Brother, please don't go... I don't want you to go so far."
However, no one could persuade this young man who was already "on top".
·The dissuasion from his family seemed to him more like a question about his ability.
Yes.
He is not a very powerful person. He is half-baked in both academics and extraordinary power. He is the kind of person who would be drowned in the sea of people in an instant if he were thrown on the streets of the Holy City.
But how can one bow to fate in this life?
He wants to be a white whale surging on the vast ocean, fighting against the waves of fate!
Like a true brave man!
Lucian stood up and glanced at each family member, finally settling on his father Edmund's face.
His voice was no longer passionate, but it carried an unquestionable determination and calmness.
"Father, mother, I have made up my mind. I no longer want to live a comfortable life of opening my mouth for food and reaching for clothes. I want to use my own hands and sword to win the honor that belongs to me. I want to see the continent of Janna with my own eyes. It is my dream and my responsibility to spread the faith of Saint Sith in that wild land and let the eagle flag of the empire fly high... I hope you can understand." There was a long silence in the dining room.
The candlelight danced, projecting Lucian's resolute figure on the wall, making him appear unusually tall.
For a long time, Edmund and his wife Anna looked at each other, seeing helplessness and fatigue in each other's eyes.
In addition...there is also a trace of pride.
They understand that their son has grown up and has his own will and determination. No matter how much obstruction he has, it will only push him further.
He has no ability.
But who is born with it?
At least he has the ambition to become stronger and the courage to make changes!
Children in the eyes of fathers are always childish and sparkling. Edmund sighed, and finally compromised and chose to believe.
"Now that you have decided..."
As he said this, he called the butler, took a piece of good letter paper and a quill from the latter's hands, and placed them on the table.
"Then, as your father, the only thing I can do is to support you."
He dipped in ink and wrote quickly and forcefully on the paper.
It was a letter of recommendation, in which he praised his son's courage, character and faith, and implored the head of the Knights to give him a chance to prove himself.
After writing, he took out the family's heraldic seal from another small box, melted the wax with a candle, and solemnly stamped the emblem representing the Dantès family at the end of the letter.
This is the most important step, so he did it very seriously and even held his breath.
Happy to His Highness Tocolin, the family emblem of the Dantès family still has some weight today.
"Take it," he handed the letter to Lucien, "Don't embarrass our Dantès family."
Lucian's eyes were red, he nodded heavily and took the heavy letter.
Anna looked at this scene, clasped her hands in front of her chest, closed her eyes silently, and prayed in a voice that was almost moaning.
"Your Majesty, Saint Sis... please... please bless this simple, kind and brave child."
Lucian blushed and complained after receiving the envelope.
“Mom, I’m not a child anymore, can you change your name when you greet Saint Sis?”
Anna glared at him with bulging eyes.
「闭嘴，不要打断我的祈祷！」
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翌日清晨，圣城码头，海风中带着咸湿的气息和喧嚣的人声。
Newsboys walking through the streets waved newspapers in their hands and shouted as they ran.
"Look, look, look at that! News from the new world! The adventure story of Baron Kosia has been updated again! This time he met a beautiful lizard girl in the jungle. Thanks to her help, he saved his life by sucking it out! That snake is really poisonous!"
A group of gentlemen wearing round hats heard that "The Crusoe of Baron Corsia" had been updated. They stopped one after another and hurriedly joined in.
"Lizard Man?!"
"Clever features?!"
"Here... give me a copy!"
The newspaper boy was surrounded by people, and the newspapers in his satchel were quickly robbed.
Lucian, who was sitting in the carriage, saw this scene as if he was just looking at the scene. He was scratching his head and wanted to buy a copy.
However, thinking that he would soon set foot on that continent in person, he calmed down.
Registration is important!
The carriage passed through the lively streets and stopped outside the port of the holy city.
Following Lucian's footsteps, Edmund and his wife Anna stepped out of the car one after another.
Looking at the eldest son who was dressed in fine clothes and full of energy, both of their eyes were full of reluctance and worry.
They have always thought of themselves as young people, and it was not until this moment that they realized that they were old.
"Lucian, my child," Anna adjusted her son's collar again, her eyes were red, and she said with tears, "You must take care of yourself when you get there, and remember to write to us on time."
Edmund stared at him and told him again.
"Whenever you encounter something, remember to find your Uncle Colin and write to him. Don't feel embarrassed. Also, accept anything or help he gives you politely, and then express your gratitude from the bottom of your heart... Remember, he is looking up to you. If you are too polite, you will not appreciate it. Finally... stay away from the lizard people!"
"Don't worry, I know it all!" Lucian had a confident smile on his face, and he gave his mother a strong hug, "I will become a real knight and let the glory of the Dantès family resound throughout the continent!"
"That is not important to us, we just want you to be safe, really... Go, child, we are waiting for you here." Anna looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"I will be safe! Besides, it is very important to me!"
Lucian smiled confidently, turned around and gave his father another hug.
Edmund didn't say anything, he just patted him hard on the back, all his instructions and expectations were left unspoken.
After bidding farewell to his parents, Lucien turned around, raised his head and held his chest high, and walked towards the makeshift registration office at the port without hesitation.
His back looks like a young warrior rushing to the battlefield, his eyes full of infinite longing for the future.
There are many young men like him, and the open space in front of the port is already crowded with people, just like when His Highness Colin boarded the port... It seems that the people chasing his steps have returned here.
With the support of the Valencian family and the Prince Regent, the Knights Templar's office was opened in the most conspicuous place in the port.
A flag with a red cross is hung at the temporary registration office so that its location can be seen at a glance.
The queue in front of the registration office was even more crowded. The long queue stretched from the entrance of the wooden house to the pier of the pier.
They are similar in age to Lucian, they are both seventeen or eighteen, twenty-one or twenty-one.
And just like Lucien, they all had proud expressions on their faces. Some came with their parents, and some carried heavy luggage... they should have come from far away.
While in the queue, he could clearly hear the excited discussions of the young men around him.
"Hey! Jimmy! Which regiment are you assigned to? I'm in the third regiment!"
"Haha! I'm lucky, it's a group! The destination is New John Port! I heard it's a fjord, the scenery must be beautiful!"
"Great! From today on, we will all be knights!"
Listening to these energetic conversations, Lucien felt that the blood in his body was boiling.
So much so that the remaining anxiety and confusion about the future in his heart was diluted by the surging crowd in this fanatical atmosphere.
Of course, not all the stories that happened at the port were happy. There were also some people who walked out of the registration office dejectedly.
They were ruthlessly kicked off either because their physical fitness was not up to standard or for other reasons.
Seeing this scene, Lucian couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
His strength is mediocre. He is just a black iron-level person who has just awakened his extraordinary power. He is stronger than ordinary people. He also practices the most popular basic martial arts in the Holy City.
If you were a magician, you might have a greater chance of being selected...at least you wouldn't have to compete with those adventurers.
The long queue moved forward slowly, and finally it was his turn.
Lucian handed over the pre-filled form with some anxiety.
The registrar at the dock is a middle-aged man with a face that has lost enthusiasm for work and life.
He took the document without raising his head, glanced at it casually, took out a beautifully made medal from the box on the side, and pushed it out together with the document.
"The first regiment of the Knights Templar, located in Port New John. When you get there, someone will tell you who your superior is. Take this badge, and you will be a knight from now on."
His tone was as plain as if he was handing out bread, which was completely different from the enthusiastic clerk next door.
But Lucien didn't care, because at this moment his whole attention was on the badge that symbolized the identity of the knights.
In the Austro Empire, the shield is one of the symbols of knights, and giving shields is also the tradition of many imperial knights.
This is the case for the Royal Knights, for example!
Although this "shield" is a bit smaller... it can still be regarded as a shield for the time being!
His heart was beating violently with joy. Lucien excitedly took the medal engraved with the Holy Grail and the long sword, holding it carefully in his hand, as if it was a torch that illuminated his life.
He suppressed his excitement and continued to ask in a slightly trembling voice: "Sir, may I ask...where is my fief? Where is it in New John's Port? How big is its area?"
The registrar finally raised his head and glanced at him, as if he thought the question was a bit strange, but also seemed to find this person strange.
He picked up a thick book of charters at hand, flipped through it casually, then cleared his throat and read in a scripted tone: "In principle, all the land of the Knights Templar is jointly owned by all members of the Knights Templar. In a word, the entire earldom is your fief. Of course, it is also the fief of all other knights."
Lucian was confused by this sentence and stood there blankly.
But he was not really stupid, at least he was a little smarter than the people around him, so he asked cautiously.
"In other words... there is no fief that belongs only to me?"
"Didn't I say that the entire earldom belongs to you, young man, what else do you want?"
The registrar said impatiently and perfunctorily.
"However, that place is still very deserted, and you need to build everything with your own hands. After a while, your group leader will naturally discuss the land with you."
h said that, he skipped the topic.
"Listen, here are some things to pay attention to. New John Port is located in the fjord area on the central coast of the Cana continent. The climate is humid and rainy. Remember to bring malaria prevention potions and clothes that dry quickly. The closest place to your station is You can exchange rum or spices with the lizard-men tribe of the Tide Tribe for fresh fish and pearls..." He finished reading like a text, and then took out a rough-printed pamphlet from under the table and threw it to Lucian.
"The specific situation is all written above. Your flight departure time is in a week, so go back and prepare. Okay, don't block the people behind you, next one!"
Lucien nodded blankly.
Even though his head was dizzy from the words, he still tried hard to write down every word the registrar said.
Including preparing medicines, rain gear, exchanging rum and lizard men for food, and maybe bringing his father's fishing rod... Although all of this is far from the glorious knight career he imagined, it still has a strange and real freshness.
Speaking of which, what on earth is this knightly group going to do?
Although he listened to His Highness Colin's generous declaration after the funeral word for word, he didn't remember much about this most important thing. He didn't know whether he missed it or whether His Highness just brushed it off.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered his father's solemn instructions before leaving, and quickly took out the letter carefully sealed with fire paint from his arms.
Although he felt it was a little late, he still shamelessly stayed in front of the counter and handed the letter out regardless of the urging of the people behind him.
"Wait, sir, I have another letter of recommendation...Who should I give this to?"
The registrar was too lazy to talk to him anymore and was waving impatiently at the people behind him.
From his point of view, the resumes of the guys who can really get through the back door have long been in the drawer of the Duke of Valencia or Marshal Eberg. Who would be stupid enough to come to the pier in person and wait in such a long queue?
Not to mention the wind is strong and cold, but if you are unlucky, you may get thrown by seagulls.
However, just as he thought this, the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at the exquisite and clear lacquer coat of arms on the envelope.
In just a moment, the impatience on his face solidified, replaced by unprecedented seriousness.
Sitting up straight suddenly, he took the letter and lowered his voice and said nervously: "Wait, let me see your letter... You... your surname is Dantès?"
He raised his head and looked at Lucian's young and handsome face repeatedly... Although he had neither seen the legendary Sir Dantès, nor did he know what His Highness Colin's distant nephew looked like.
「Yes.」
Lucian puffed up his chest.
Him He didn't think much about the twists and turns. He only remembered his father's words - he couldn't embarrass his family.
The registrar chatted with the colleague next to him for a few words, and then checked the family emblem on the envelope again. After confirming that it was correct, the expression on his face became extremely wonderful.
He silently leaned over and snatched away the first medal that Lucian had just hung on his chest before it was warmed. Then he quickly took out another medal from another more delicate box and replaced it with him without any explanation.
"I just made a mistake in the list. You were re-organized into the Seventh Regiment, and your destination is Deadwood Port! You need to prepare there... Well, okay, there is nothing special to prepare. Bring your clothes and photos of your family, so that you don't feel homesick."
At least, there is a real port and a "castle" there. Most of the destinations of other groups currently only exist on the map.
"Deadwood Port? Is there any difference between that and New John Port?" Lucien asked nervously.
For some reason, he always felt that the word "dead wood" was full of unlucky connotations and was far less hopeful than "New John's Harbor".
After learning his last name, the smile on the registrar's face became obviously much more enthusiastic, his tone was not as cold as before, and even his title was changed.
"I really don't know about this, brother," he grinned, showing his white teeth, "but I heard that it is now the territory of Baron Corsia, the one in "Baron Corsia's Crusoe". You should You should have read that newspaper, right? It was published by the newspaper company that is said to be invested by His Highness Colin. "
Most of the citizens bought the newspaper just to see the excitement, but those who really knew the goods bought it because of the surname Colin.
At least in the past two years, the Holy City has nothing more important than its 7 million square kilometers.
When he heard the familiar name, Lucien's eyes lit up and he suddenly became happy.
"That's Uncle Cosia's territory!? That's great!"
h "That's right, great. I hope everything goes well for you there! In addition, my name is Dochi, and I serve in the Coastal Defense Fleet, which is the ship commanded by General Castellon. Team! Maybe we will meet again in the Janna continent in the future. I hope you will still remember me then."
The clerk named Duoqi solemnly handed a beautifully printed booklet to his hand and said happily at the end.
"I wish you a safe journey, future knight!"