There were two skateboards with raised front ends under a wooden board. There was a wrench on the right side of the front, which was connected to a lever to control a row of iron plows at the end of the wooden board. The wooden board was tied by two leashes, and a small and cute pony on the other end of the lever was tied to a small and cute pony. The horse's legs were tied with snow and a thick cashmere blanket was covered with a girl who had grown up in the south. She had never seen such a novelty. Finney and Listen touched the cute little pony for a while, and moved the lever of the sled, watching the iron plow penetrated into the snow. Ted was busy moving his luggage to the back sled. Everything was about to stop, and everyone boarded the sled. Listen, the little girl, could not suppress her joy in riding the sled. She even had the urge to sit in front and drive the sled herself.

The sky still seemed so low, and the strong wind was still sweeping around. The blizzard closed most people in the houses. There was no sign of pedestrians on the streets, and only occasionally saw a sled sled slide.

Ted is still leading the way. The people driving the sled behind cannot even see the traces of the sled in front. They can only look at the traces of crushing the snow and follow closely behind.

When the blizzard came, Frank's tall and wide gate was tightly closed. Ted had to stop at the gate.

After shouting at the city gate at the top of his voice, the young man next to him slowly opened it. Everyone had to get off the sled, rub their frozen and numb limbs, and walk in the thick snow with great effort.

"What a hell, why do you need to close the city gate?" Listen complained.

"A rare little girl." Frera explained with a chuckling, "It's all the northern cities. Once it snows, thick snow will block the city gate. Think about it, if something happens, is it still too late to temporarily close the city gate? If there is an enemy attack at this time, the city gate sealed by ice and snow will not completely lose its original value."

"Wow! Miss Frera, you know so much." Listen said in surprise.

Frera just smiled bitterly at the little girl's praise, obviously she didn't care about such praise.

When I entered the city gate, I suddenly realized that the scene in the capital was indeed unique. Although it was covered with thick snow everywhere, from the undulating buildings and the magnificent statues standing in the wind and snow, it can be seen that Franck is worthy of being the capital of the Kingdom of Francis. Although Serth Fort also has magnificent buildings, and although Southport is extremely prosperous and lively, compared with the capital, they can only be regarded as small towns that are eye-catching.

The first impression Franck gave people is that it is tall. The buildings on both sides of the street stretch out like mountains and ridges. There are few low buildings with two or three floors here. The towering and sharp roofs are the common characteristics of these buildings, just like sharp swords piercing the sky. Franck's streets are not narrow, and ordinary streets can be lined up with four carriages, but under the force of the towering buildings on both sides, the streets appear a bit narrow.

The second impression Franck gave people is that it has many statues. At first glance, whether it is the doorsteps of the building, the walls, or the surroundings of the empty square, exquisite sculptures can be seen everywhere. Dark bronze, white, red marble, black and white granite, and sculptures of various textures can be seen. Religion, history, scenery, even dramas, legendary figures, and various themes can become the themes of sculptures. Although it is only a scene in front of the city gate, Ruibo has already felt the unique atmosphere of the capital.

Franck is not only the center of the politics of the Kingdom of Franck, nor is it just a place where wealth gathers. Franck has a grammatical atmosphere that is not found elsewhere. This is a place where artists and scholars gather, and this piece of soil possesses and nurtures countless talents. Neither Serthburg nor Southport can be compared with this place. This is not just the reason for history and wealth, but tradition has created this magnificent and splendid city.

Directly facing the city gate is a huge square. The anciently decorated buildings in the middle of the square just divide the city center of Franck and the city gate. Bypassing these buildings, a straight and wide avenue is presented to everyone. The avenue covered by thick snow is like a piece of white silk spreading in front of people. Ruibo estimated that even if ten carriages were driving side by side on this avenue, it was more than enough. This is the style of the capital.

The buildings and sculptures on Central Avenue are even more exquisite, but unfortunately, the blizzards cover up their brilliance. Ribo has a strange feeling when he sprints on horseback in this white world. Ribo has seen many cities, but none of them has brought him a strong shock like Frank.

Although Nangang has many wealth and the prosperity of Nangang's commercial streets is simply incomparable to other places, Ruibo will never forget that Nangang is flooded with water in the rainy season, and will never forget the muddy and difficult-to-walking alleys, and the civilian area with stench in the air.

Serthburg is different from Southport. It has tall and majestic buildings, which are the glory of the wealth accumulated in Franx's south. Apart from these historic buildings, Serthburg has nothing to praise.

But it is completely different here. The whole city is a perfect work, and many well-known and unknown artists have given this work life.

...

When Ruibo woke up from his feelings, the sled had already stopped in front of a simple and elegant villa. An ordinary iron fence surrounded the villa. A blizzard completely covered the lawn, so the original appearance of the lawn could not be seen at all.

The villa was in the style of Francis III. The wide eaves were its most prominent feature, and the two lateral buildings close together were the mark of that era. Francis III advocated frugality, so the buildings at that time did not have long corridors and very far-off lateral buildings.

Under the service of servants, Rebe and the ladies walked into their temporary home.

"It's so warm." Listen screamed. Although she was very happy to sit on the sled, the cold of the blizzard was still unbearable. This temporary home is undoubtedly the best safe haven for her.

"Is Mr. Eckert here?" Ribo asked.

A middle-aged housekeeper walked over to him. He was dressed very well, with hair oil on his head, a thin face, and didn't look honest.

"Mr. Earl, today is the birthday of Marquis of Sisty, and Mr. Eckert was invited to the banquet," said the housekeeper.

"When will he be back?" Ribo asked in a silence.

"Do you want me to call Mr. Eckert back?" the housekeeper asked without answering Ribo's question.

"No, that's too rude. What's more, I have nothing to rush to discuss with Eckert. I'm so tired along the way, I want to have a good rest." Ribo said.

"Sir Earl, your room has been arranged, it was arranged by Mr. Eckert himself. The luggage has been moved to the room for you." The supervisor said, taking two steps forward to lead the way.

Following the supervisor to the bedroom on the top floor. Eckert obviously knew Ruibo’s preferences. This bedroom can also be said to be a study. There are two rows of bookshelves on the wall by the window, and a desk under the windowsill. This decoration looks very similar to the bedroom when he was in Hyde Manor. The only difference is that both the bed, desk and bookshelves are much more exquisite and elegant than before.

The most distinctive thing in the bedroom is the bed. Ruibo guessed that this bed and this villa were products of the same era. The Francis III period was an era of constant war and conflict, and it was also a great time to make achievements. Most of the nobles at that time were soldiers, and luxury and beauty were not what they cared about. Moreover, the enemy would often send assassins. In order to withstand the fatal blow from the darkness, the nobles of the III period often made the bed like an extremely solid cage. Ruibo tried hard to pull the wire as thick as a tube. Although it had been nearly a thousand years, this thing was still so strong.

Lying in bed, Rebow cleaned up the things in his mind. Last night, he didn't sleep much time. He spent the whole night studying the booklet that Eckert asked Franco-English to hand over to himself. The contents on the booklet made Rebow a little puzzled. Although it was simple to show Eckert's analysis of the situation, even he could not get a positive answer from this complex change. His Majesty the King had no choice but to make such a appointment, and there was still another conspiracy. It seemed that every answer made sense, but there were huge loopholes. Like Eckert, Rebow was also in confusion, but unlike Eckert, he had no time. Rebow guessed that the law and political department sent him to seize his carriage, and most of them were already running halfway.

The butler didn't look like a steadfast figure. I'm afraid it was the spy placed by His Majesty the King. Rebow guessed that the reason why Eckert didn't remove this spy was because there were other hidden spies in the servant. Keeping the butler might still play a decisive role at that time.

Just as Ruibo was relaxing and trying to find a clue from the chaotic information, he suddenly heard a slight sound of the doorbell, followed by the noisy footsteps of a group of strangers. The detectives of the Law and Political Department were really fast, Ruibo thought to himself.

Rebomer counted the footsteps. He learned from Kelle and told him that there were at least four people coming, two of whom were obviously good at martial arts. When the knocks came from outside the door, Rebom had already gotten up from the bed.

When he opened the door, the butler was indeed standing at the door, with an extremely sad expression on his face, but Ruibo was not interested in watching this overbearing performance. In addition to the butler, there were indeed four people standing at the door.

The man in the head was thin and not very good-looking. Not only did his nose be low, but his chin also rushed forward like he was dislocated, with only his small eyes looking bright. Judging from the silver wig cover on the man's head, his status was not low, and his title was at least above the baron. He was wearing a cloak, and silver-gray clothes were exposed inside the cloak. On his right index finger, he wore a huge ruby ​​ring, which looked extremely simple and probably a few years old, but Ruibo could not tell which era it was. The three people following him were wearing attendant clothes, and from their expressions and demeanor, they could tell at a glance that they were all experienced detectives.

"Your Excellency is Count Rebbot Medin Bairndith?" asked the thin man.

"Yes, who is your lord?" Ruibo asked calmly. Although he had thought of pretending to be puzzled, it might arouse the other party's suspicion.

The noble nodded slightly and said, "I am Lalbe Ista, Director of the Survey Department of the Wang Family Law and Political Department. I shall temporarily detain your freedom at the order of His Majesty the King, because someone accused you of your identity and raised doubts about your identity."

Ruibo nodded slightly. This was as expected by him. His Majesty the King could only do something about this matter.

"I know that you have a special identity. In the Bart Forest, your proud record of repelling all the bandits by one person has long been heard by His Majesty the King. His Majesty is proud that the Kingdom of Francis can have a young, promising and powerful magician like you. Therefore, he told us to take good care of you. Although you have lost your freedom for the time being, it is just for the need to clarify the facts." The nobleman said.

Ruibo said nothing, and he carefully savored the meaning of what he said just now. His Majesty the King obviously cared about his identity as a magician. Is he worried about his strength? Or is it because he cherishes magicians who have special talents?

"Can I carry my wand?" Ribo asked.

"Please," the man said with a expressionless face.

After taking out the crossbow and dagger hidden in the sleeve tube, Ribo followed the man downstairs. The man's men stood around Ribo and sandwiched Ribo in it.

The moment they saw Ruibo take out the crossbow, the nobleman and the man standing on the left behind him suddenly burst out. They were knowledgeable and naturally knew who would use this weapon. In fact, when the door opened and when they saw Ruibo, the two people's keen intuition felt the young man standing in front of them exuding a sense of danger and terror all over their bodies. The standing of Ruibo, the position of his hands and eyes, seemed so familiar to the two experienced detectives. They had seen such people. Although the nobleman looked extremely calm on his face, his heart was as if he was upside down. Because of his feelings, they completely overturned their original guesses.

Whether it was His Majesty the King or His Majesty's court adviser, and even all the senior officials involved in this matter, they all believed that Rebau Byndith was a liar and a fake made by the Sethborough or the Medin family. It was not until the news came one after another from the south that proved that the young man had the identity of a magician that everyone felt a little incredible. To their regret, most of the news they received came from hearsay, the death of Count Robert, and the secret execution of the Nangang merchants by their family, which completely cut off the only source of reliable information. Moreover, from the information that Earl Mathill had proven to be completely false, Prince Phillips had already planned to make His Majesty the King and Sethborough hostile to each other.

At the beginning, he had a bad feeling with the other people. Why would Prince Phillips think that Serthborg could compete with His Majesty the King? But at that time, the king believed too much of those tough guys and sent Robert, the idiot, to the point where things were uncontrollable. Now it seems that things are not that simple. The identity of Rebbo Bairndit is becoming more and more confusing. Not only is he a magician, but also an extremely dangerous killer. Is this what the Medin family means, or Prince Phillips is making trouble behind the scenes? Rabel thought hard and thought that if he didn't want to understand this, his dormitory would be uneasy.

Unlike Robert, Rabel Ista is called His Majesty the King's loyal dog. The Ista family has played an important role in the Legal Affairs Office for generations, and the members of this family are directly spies in the hands of kings of all generations. This family that has flourished since the IX of Francis is often dubbed the doghouse by the nobles in the capital. For Rabel Ista, he didn't care who could become the king, and he and his family would always serve the person sitting on the throne. Therefore, Rabel felt extremely troubled by the extremely special person of Rebbo. He had made up his mind to go to Jin to meet His Majesty the King later, and he must let His Majesty know that everyone's speculation about everything that happened in Sethburgh was very incomplete, and there was a terrible crisis hidden.

The failure of Robert and Mathil is not as simple as it seems. The failure of Robert and Mathil is not the result of the opponent's luck and complex interests. In fact, Robert and Mathil are doomed to fail. Because their opponent is not a clumsy liar, a fake with close ties to the church, nor an ordinary magic apprentice, but a ruthless killer. There is a way to train such a killer, and the person standing behind him is such a powerful figure. He can use magic to kill.

The assassin who was proficient in magic would feel creepy whenever he thought of this. Along the way, Label was always frightened, and he felt the situation was getting serious. It was originally inconspicuous, but if it weren't for the almost out of control caused by Robert, the southern county that His Majesty the King and others would not really pay attention to would have hidden such a deep murderous intent. The worried Rabel just wanted to bring the little lord of Serthburg to the "Net Palace" as soon as possible.

...

Drive along the Central Avenue, pass the Andréphine Cathedral, the Nine Star Garden, the Grand Altar and the Monastery, and you can see a square-shaped building like a fortress, with guards on top. It is the famous Lombardy Prison in Franck. This prison was built by the famous Majesty Francis V himself. His original purpose was to temporarily detain the death row prisoners who were to be executed. However, the prison did not play that role later. This was entirely because this prison once held a prisoner with a very special identity - the talented but indecisive Francis VI.

The sixth generation spent the last seven years of his life in this prison. From then on, the figures who could be imprisoned in Lombardy Prison would definitely not be unknown. The upper class nobles, important officials of the cabinet, foreign vassal princes, and royal members were qualified to be imprisoned in this famous place. There was even a saying in the Kingdom of Francis: "The best life is nothing more than baptism in Andrew Father Cathedral, graduated from Leimo College, worked at No. 9 Saberton Avenue, lived in Shantrongen, and finally died in Lombardy."

Although Ribo had heard of this legendary prison before, he never thought that one day he would live in it. Looking at the granite castle in front of him and the narrow windows covered with iron railings, Ribo felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. When he was a small clerk in Nangang, Ribo heard the name Lombardy Prison from his boss Mr. Matielde. Mr. Matielde once said that the thinkers he admired the most were once locked up in this prison. Lombardy Prison has almost become a symbol, a symbol of recognition of a person's status.

Mr. Madiled even said that if one day Lombardy prison was opened, he would definitely visit the rooms where the great writer Hutt and the thinker Farnet had lived. Perhaps on the walls of those rooms, he could still find the essence of the wisdom left by these thinkers.

Rebow walked into this impregnable place like a pilgrimage. To his surprise, Lombardy Prison was not as dark, damp and dead as he thought. It was quite bright. Within the large walls of the prison, several floors were built with iron bars and covered the floors with fine wire. Guards in uniform walked around the prison area and patrolled back and forth. In the middle of the prison were independent rooms. On the lower floor, most of the rooms were already filled, and the more they reached the upper level, the fewer rooms there were. There were only one room on the top floor with lights on.

Following the thin nobleman, the guest room prepared for him was obviously located on the top floor of the prison. To Ruibo was surprised that it was like a hotel, and there was also a suite on the top floor.

"Mr. Rebe Byndiet, I am sorry that you are living in this place for the time being. His Majesty the King does not want to deprive you of your freedom, but just wants no one to hinder you before the hearing." Rabel said after politely invited Rebe into the cell.

Ruibo looked around. Compared with his former home in Nangang, this place was simply paradise. The layout of the cell was very simple. There was a single bed against the wall on one side, covered with white cotton sheets and bedding. The pillow was fluffy and soft, and the stuffed inside was obviously goose down. Two wooden plates were nailed to the wall above the desk, which could be used to place books. There was also a small door on the right side of the cell, which was a washing room.

"Sir Ista, can you tell me who my neighbor is?" Ribo asked curiously.

"I wonder if you have heard of the name Magler Dumilier. The Dumilier family is a close relative of His Majesty the King. Unfortunately, Mr. Magler is a hopeless madman. I absolutely believe that the gentleman should be transferred to a mental hospital instead of living here. The environment here does not help his recovery." Rabel replied respectfully.

After saying this, he saw Ruibo start to organize his luggage and then pushed out the cell.

After leaving the cell, Rabel immediately accelerated his pace and wanted to meet the king as soon as possible.

There were rapid footsteps in Lombardy Prison.

Rabel's men fulfilled their mission. Although all the sleds from the Legal Affairs Bureau had been borrowed, they requisitioned a sled from the street. A detective who was good at this path sat in front of them and drove the dogs. The sled was flying on the street.

Thirty kilometers away, for the dog's sled, it was a blink of an eye. Rabel came down from the sled, slapped the snow on his body, and walked towards the palace.

The snow in front of the palace gate had long been shoveled. The red carpet on the ground had been put away. His Majesty did not want his beloved red carpet to be covered with snow. Two palace maids stood at the door, holding rags and sponges in their hands, obviously in order to eliminate every pair of snow-covered shoes.

"Haha, Viscount Ista, why are you so interested today? You actually came here with that thing? You should have carried that sled and circled around the palace twice, so that everyone can appreciate your style." A palace lady covered her mouth with a folding fan covered with feathers and chuckled.

Rabel never disdains to chat with these palace ladies. The Ista family has its own way of survival and there is no need to win over these ladies to consolidate the status of the family.

Rabel, who was not very good-looking, had long been accustomed to the sarcasm of these women and did not care about anything they said.

"Your Majesty, do you have any spare time? I have important things to report." Rabel said with a stern face.

"Your Majesty is discussing matters with your immediate Marquis of Farule, Justice Blissa, and Marquis Keen, the court advisor." said the court lady.

"It just so happens that I have something to report to them. Where is His Majesty now? The large living room or the second-floor conference room?" asked Rabel.

The lady pointed upstairs with her fingers. Rabel immediately walked towards the stairs.

"I don't know what this dog smelled again." The lady glanced at Rabel's hurried back and said contemptuously.

"Dogs have the benefits of dogs. Who can enter and exit the palace casually except him?" the attendant standing beside him whispered.

Rabel, who hurried upstairs, did not hear the attendant's comments about him. The meeting was heard from the room on the west side of the second floor. The two guards standing at the door showed that His Majesty the King was indeed inside.

When they saw Label, those important ministers did not feel impatient because of their arguments. Because each of them knew that Label had a very keen sense of smell and he was often able to find crises that others could not see. The Ista family was a hunting dog trained by the Frons Wang family. She was impeccable in terms of loyalty to the Wang family and ability. Because of this, Label, who is not very high in position or title, has a transcendent status.

"Rabbi, see your hurry, is something big happening?" France XVI asked with a smile.

The rabbi is named Rabel, but only the king can use this name, because the rabbi is also a name that people often give to dogs.

However, Rabel obviously didn't care about this. After bowing deeply, he said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the heir of Serthburgh has moved into the 'Net Palace'."

Hearing the name of Serthburg, the king couldn't help but frown. He had no favor for the Medin family. It was because of the Medin family that he almost lost his throne. If it weren't for the agreement signed with the Delizhi Kingdom, Phillips, the guy, had already entered the Pansell Palace openly and sat on the throne in the center.

"Are there any new discoveries?" Marquis Keane next to him could see that the king's face was wrong.

Among the people, he advocated a gentle treatment of Serthburgh. Although the wealth in the south is attractive, the foundation of the Kingdom of Frons is not the south after all. The powerful knights bred in the wilderness in the north, the rich minerals in the central mountains, the many scholars and craftsmen in the surrounding areas, and the extraordinary magic culture, all of which are the guarantee of the strength of the Kingdom of Frons. For the wealth in the south, we broke the tradition of the Kingdom of Frons for more than a thousand years and went on to

It is really not worth it to shake the foundation of the entire kingdom. It is too late to appease the wealthy and nobles in those places. If there is a problem at this time, it is probably not only His Majesty the King. The elderly court adviser seemed to have seen a full-scale civil war between the king and Prince Phillips. When both sides were exhausted, the Kingdom of Delizhi suddenly invaded, and the iron hooves of Delizhi trampled on the territory of the Kingdom of Frons.
To be continued...