Chapter 654 Dragon Shooting Crossbow

It is getting late, the moon and stars are scarce.

After crossing the long river of time, the Candle Knight came from Prague and walked alone in the dark and dilapidated streets.

Constantinople was not peaceful at night.

The news that the Ottomans had assembled a large army in Adrianople could not be hidden from Constantinople, which was guarding the strait. Their large transport fleet and well-trained Janissary Guards were formidable.

The subjects of the empire, the last Romans, were full of melancholy, and their devout prayers could be heard in every house they passed.

"Our Lord Jesus Christ, I cry out for your mercy."

"Hallelujah, the glory of the Father, please come to earth!"

Compared with the desolate and dilapidated city, it looks like Constantinople in a large rural area.

In the Venetian Concession, which was only separated by a wall, the lights were brightly lit and people were buzzing. It seemed that some grand ceremony was being held, which made every Greek who heard it frown.

Even if they had to temporarily reconcile with the Venetians because they faced a common enemy, the seeds of hatred between the Greeks and Latins had already taken root, and the conflict of interests was irreconcilable.

The many privileges make people sometimes wonder whether the empire belongs to the Romans or the Latins?

Viviana walked past the ruins, the crumbling statues, the lack of repairs, the dilapidated and abandoned churches, and the beautiful gardens and nurseries recorded in the literature and classics were replaced by vegetable fields and farmland.

There are still civilians stopping in front of some churches and shrines to seek spiritual solace after finishing a day of farming.

Some monks preached loudly:

"This is the Lord's punishment for the world, and we need to face it calmly."

"Even if you kowtow to the Latins, it won't change the overall situation."

"Are we going to have to sacrifice our beliefs and pollute our souls just to enjoy temporary peace in this world?"

"Rome will eventually perish. The Ottomans' Black Dragon of Destruction is the incarnation of Satan and the Doomsday Judgment that the world cannot defeat. Can joining forces with heretical sects prevent this fate of destruction?"

Viviana seemed to understand somewhat. Although there were more than 50,000 subjects in Constantinople, they could only recruit more than 4,000 militiamen.

For the defending side, the mobilization rate cannot be said to be very high.

"So what was the significance of the existence of the giant ship yesterday?"

"In front of the wheel of history, do you want to block the wheel of history?"

She raised her palms covered with white silk gloves, and a short white candle appeared in her hands, providing a weak light that was only enough to illuminate the way forward.

Leaving behind the depressing and boring life, the responsibilities on his shoulders, and the obligations inherent in his blood, the Candle Knight, who fled to another time and space willfully, seemed to become more confused.

When a bird in a cage has to be freed from its cage, the first thing it feels is not the fragrance of freedom, but a sense of being at a loss as to what to do.

A mere candlelight cannot bring light to people.

Viviana put away the candle in her hand and sighed in a low voice: "Since I don't know what to pursue, I should first do my job well under the Captain."

Like a knight, protect the weak and support justice.

Even though the literature of chivalry is out of date.

Ahead, there was suddenly the sound of rapid footsteps.

The frightened soldier shouted: "There is a thief! Come quickly, catch the thief!"

Because he was rushing so fast, he didn't notice the figure hiding in the darkness in front of him. He seemed to have hit a wall, covered his painful nose, and sat down on the ground.

The female knight who dispersed the magic barrier reached out to pick up a candlestick and frowned slightly: "Where is the thief?"

The soldier was stunned.

What a beautiful face that is.

Her platinum-blond waterfall-like hair spreads loosely from under the fallow deer hood. Her delicate porcelain-like face, tightly pursed red lips, and slightly frowning eyebrows dilute the softness on her face, but it still gives people a charming look. A poetic and picturesque feeling of tranquility.

"Ma'am, who are you?"

"I am the emperor's advisor. Where is the thief you mentioned?"

Without doubting the identity of the other party at all, the soldier pointed out without hesitation: "It's in the library! I was ordered to fetch the dragon crossbow, but found that the guards there had been killed. My colleagues and I were besieged by thieves, leaving only I ran out alone."

"Hey, wait a minute, ma'am!"

The words are not finished yet.

In front of the soldier's eyes, all that was left was the silhouette of the lady in a red cloak who disappeared at the end of the street.

"At this time, should I contact Mr. Captain first?"

The hurried Candle Knight hesitated.

"If my guess is correct, the enemy's target should be the dragon-shooting crossbow that the captain ordered the soldiers to fetch. This seems to be a very powerful artifact and is related to the final direction of this war."

But I soon made up my mind.

She will not really think that she is the most powerful knight in Germany just because of the praise of the world, but she will not give up her duty as a knight just because of danger.

The literature of chivalry is out of date.

Except for some war-torn places, most knights have become performers in the arena.

But she never gave up on chivalry.

Compared with the radiant knight who wiped out evil and gangsters, or the goddess with the lantern who saved countless patients and persisted in fighting in the wounded camp even if she fainted, and traveled around to provide free medical clinics.

Trapped in a high tower since childhood, he received closed training in etiquette, poetry, swordsmanship, and magic. My father regarded himself as a person who maintained his status as a general prince, rather than being removed from titles and establishing provinces like other countries. rely.

The emperor sees himself as the pillar of confidence for the subjects of the empire and the pillar of German identity.

The subjects of the empire see themselves as the spiritual pillar and the model of knights.

But Viviana has only one definition for herself.

Knight.

Punishing evil and eliminating evil is the duty of a knight.

She quickened her pace, and her high-heeled iron boots that seemed to be ill-fitting made no sound as she stepped on the streets.

Soon, she arrived outside the magnificent but dilapidated library.

The soldiers did not lie, the guards here had been cleared out, the bodies fell to the ground, and the flowing blood merged into a small river.

The open door of the Imperial Library was like a beast that swallowed everything in the darkness, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

The female knight holding a white candle walked into the library without hesitation and stepped onto the spiral staircase.

"The team sent to get the dragon crossbow was killed?"

Lothar's voice became much colder. Constantine XI would store the only remaining artifact of the empire in the library because there were countless prohibitions and magic circles hidden in the library. Unless there was a traitor, it would not be easy for an outside enemy to invade.

"Your Majesty, I saw a lady who claimed to be your advisor on the way. She was wearing a very gorgeous dress."

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Viviana had already rushed there in advance.

The enemy should not be very strong, and the dragon crossbow should have been recovered in the end.

Otherwise, according to the history described by Jeanna, Constantine XI would not have had the dragon crossbow available in the decisive battle.

Of course, it is also possible that this artifact was swapped, so it did not work in the decisive battle.

"Let the Varangian Guard follow."

Lothar stood up and strode out of the palace.

No one could tell who the traitor was.

At this time, the Varangian Guard and other guards from Ross were the most trustworthy.

In addition, there were 800 mercenaries sent by the Genoese.

Ironically, the Latins, the enemies of the empire, were more trustworthy than the Greeks, the cornerstone of the empire.

It was hard for Constantine XI and Giovanni to hold out for 50 days in the face of internal and external troubles.