The three legions during the Second Dynasty each had their own characteristics.
The Blackfy Legion excels in magic, the Golden Cloud Legion in mechanisms, but the Red Moon Legion relies on its indomitable fighting spirit and superb swordsmanship.
But since it's close combat, and swords have no eyes, their casualties are always much higher than the other two legions.
At the time, the ancestors of the Russo family did not care.
They regard their scars as medals of honor from battle, and continue to guard the continent of Dimensions and the land of Temu Brown.
This loyalty lasted until the Lord of Chaos launched a blatant invasion.
The glorious war that took place eight hundred years ago was a battle between planes, fierce and brutal.
Outside Red Moon Fortress, the last descendants of the Temu Browne family have vanished without a trace.
The Russo family, standing atop a pile of corpses, had not yet recovered from the grief of their family's decline when they received news that Blacksso and the Golden Cloud Legion had established their own nations.
Loyalty is useless.
This is the last instruction left by that ancestor who turned the tide.
From then on, the continent of Zhuyuan lost a brave and loyal iron-blooded family, and Moonflower City gained a hedonistic monarch who was eager to scheme for power.
Invitations adorned with eagle tail flowers flew out like snowflakes, and the extravagant and lavish court balls began indefinitely.
Almost every piece of clothing, spice, and wine from across the continent seemed to be drawn by an unseen force, converging on Moonflower City. Meanwhile, the Russo family's cold, indifferent smile remained hidden behind exquisite fans and magnificent masks.
They used the power in their hands as bait to weave a fine web that would drown other families.
What's wrong with that?
The Russo family ruthlessly exploits human weaknesses, just as the Rose family wields absolute power over mysteries, and the Gilky family flexibly exchanges their interests.
They simply faced their talents honestly and made the decisions that were best for their families.
Reflecting on the history of the past few centuries, Theodore Russo, lounging on the soft cushion, finished his drink.
He exaggeratedly loosened his grip, letting the expensive oriental drinking vessel shatter on the steps below.
By making the best use of resources, the Rousseau family has achieved its current inexhaustible wealth and prosperity.
He glanced at the silent knight below and laughed nonchalantly, "This suggestion is easy for you. You've always wanted your family's approval, haven't you? The opportunity is right in front of you, and it would be a shame to miss it."
As expected, the other party remained silent.
Theodore wasn't in a hurry; he simply gestured with his chin to the waiter and offered him a glass of sweet wine in return.
Then, he said slowly and deliberately, "In the glorious war, it was clearly our Red Moon Legion that suffered the most casualties. It can be said that every inch of land on the continent of Zhuyuan is stained with the blood of our ancestors."
“But what did the Temu Browne family do? They shouldn’t have come back. And I’m not the only one who thinks so—both Gilded and Rose think the same thing, only they are more hypocritical and better at pretending.”
The daylight was extremely dim. Even after the eclipse, when the sun reappeared, it was already close to dusk.
The setting sun, like blood, is worthy of praise, perfectly illuminating the vibrant red that can be seen everywhere in the royal court.
After all, red has always been their family color.
The surname Russo itself refers to a red-haired swordsman.
The drunken king took another cup of wine and saluted the knights below. "Think about it," he said, "our original fiefdom was in Red Moon Fortress. Not only was it seized and occupied by the Papacy, but it also completely disappeared a year ago."
Now that Moonflower City has been returned to the Temu Browne family, what will become of them?
The Russo family, now fallen into ruin, will only be devoured by those heartless minor nobles.
The silent knight swayed slightly, as if he had finally been moved.
In the flickering candlelight, the ends of the other person's hair, hidden under the hood, were finally revealed, burning like fire, just like the king sitting on the throne.
The red-haired knight silently finished his drink, then said, "I understand... but you need to sign a contract."
Theodore's mood was like a rollercoaster; his emotions, which had finally risen, plummeted to rock bottom when he heard the second half of the other person's sentence.
"How could you say such a thing? We share the same fate!" Theodore roared, his face contorted with rage, perhaps due to drunkenness. "Do you know why you weren't made crown prince back then? It's because you were too old-fashioned—"
"You're just like our stubborn ancestors from eight hundred years ago!"
Eight hundred years later, the lions had long since become accustomed to the taste of being spoiled by blood and flesh.
No one wants to go back to the past when people ate grass and trees!
After he finished his outburst, the empty palace remained quiet for a long time.
The docile knight then slowly spoke, saying in a low voice, "Now, you're also at your wit's end, aren't you? It's just a written agreement; your treasure chest is already full of similar things."
He was actually referring to the Rousseau family's "World Box".
It appeared to be filled with the various treasures of the subordinate lords, but in reality, they were all evidence of their collusion and corruption.
This is the Ark of the Covenant, the Ark of the Covenant that allowed the Russo family to rule their territory and live in peace.
Upon hearing this, the sommeliers immediately knelt down with a thud, and silver trays and glasses shattered with a crash. The rich wine, like dark red blood, stained the warm carpet with filthy patterns.
Theodore suddenly stopped his unnecessary performance and hid his murderous intent in his eyes.
"You've won, and I'll do as you wish. However—"
“Alfred Russo, you’d better not forget your last name.”
"My dear uncle, you'd better not disappoint me."
Enraged, the king sat on his throne, his expression shifting unpredictably, and issued a chilling warning.
...
After seeing off the other two who continued eastward, Yun Wei and Isaac finally returned to Moonflower City.
They had been skipping classes for too long, and their rooms at Lunagal Academy had been reclaimed, so they had to find a hotel in the city to stay in.
It's still that inn called "Wagyu," not far from Dawn Avenue.
The duty supervisor remembered Yun Wei and said with difficulty, "Sir, there is only one room left. However, the window faces the street corner and you can see the academy and the Tower of Ten Thousand Laws."
The army of the Kingdom of Hexor was advancing aggressively, and merchants from the surrounding Fields, having received word of this, all fled into the city, resulting in high prices and a shortage of rooms these days.
Yun Wei was stunned for a moment before he remembered what happened on the day he arrived in Moonflower City.
He suddenly laughed and paid the fee with great ease, "No problem. I'll take that one."
The smile was clearly faint, yet on that excessively beautiful face, it bloomed like a summer flower in full glory.
The foreman was so frightened that he thought he was seeing things and had mistaken the person for someone else.
As far as he could remember, the last time he saw this person, the other person's dark eyes seemed to be filled with ice, keeping people at a distance.
But the person in front of me was so gentle... completely different from the person I remembered.
I don't think I've mistaken someone for someone else.
Watching the tall guards leave behind the other party, the foreman, who had returned to his work, made a firm conclusion.
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