Eagle Flag of Epirus

　　Outside the city of Tripolis, the atmosphere is solemn and solemn. Although the people in the city were busy restoring their homes destroyed by the war, at this moment, everyone temporarily put aside their work and came to attend this extremely solemn funeral.

Just listen to the sad horn sound accompanied by the bells of the monastery being blown, on both sides, the soldiers standing upright and waiting as guards of honor have extremely solemn expressions on their faces. No one dares to slack off, because this funeral does not belong to one person, but to all those who died in that rebellion. For the mourners attending this funeral, those who left them were familiar people. Weeping sounds can be heard in every corner, and people hiding their faces and mourning can be seen in every corner. After all, the funeral is for the living, and they need a place to vent their sadness. Even if for a time people may temporarily leave those emotions behind because of the hardships in life, they can't remain indifferent after all.

More and more people came here spontaneously, forming a sea of ​​people, and at this time everything was ready for the funeral. Carrying the dead man’s unfastened coffin, he put it down. The priests who had been waiting slowly walked forward and performed the final ceremony for the dead. The assistants who were too busy went up to help apply the holy oil to the body. This should have been done before the death, but these war dead can only retreat, and if it weren't for Justinian's strict orders, many people would not even be able to get this.

But even so, some ceremonies have to be omitted under such a special funeral. Put an icon of Christ or his patron in the hands of the deceased, put a wreath on the head and a cross at the front, and the priests will close. After putting the coffin on, the relatives of the deceased can no longer leave more time to miss. The priests stepped forward, shook the bronze drum in their hands gently, and sang sentimental songs.

At this time, I heard that the priest also began to chant in a low voice,

"God of all spirits and mortals, the death you crushed defeated the devil...

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...Because you are the only innocent person, your righteousness will last forever, and your words are all true. "

"Amen. Come and let us worship God Christ, our king, Amen!"

Responding to the priest, he kissed the cross with his lips. The people who knelt down and prayed slowly stood up, and the closed coffin was finally lifted by the waiter who had been waiting and sent to the cemetery for burial. At this moment, the musicians began to play mourning music, and the devotees brought a lot of animals designated as sacrifices in the music, mixed their blood with milk, honey and wine, and then sprinkled them before. Around the prepared pyre. After the funeral ceremony was completed, the mourners began to pour sesame oil on the pyre, throw all kinds of spices, and pile up countless laurel wreaths and wreaths. The wreaths are so many that they not only cover the entire pyre, but also thickly stack up around the pyre. This is an ancient Roman custom. Although it is not a Christian ceremony, there are still reservations in the countryside. People attending this funeral use this method to pay their last respect to the war dead.

I saw a burst of flames suddenly coming in and out, and then quickly spreading away. Finally, the entire pyre sent out countless tongues of fire, and was enveloped by bursts of thick and fragrant smoke.

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While silently watching the fragrant smoke rising up, Justinian appeared in the broken monastery on the mountain outside the city. He was the only one who did not attend the funeral that he should have been there. Instead, he walked silently through the rubble and rubble. Although the rebellion ended, countless old nobles were sent to the trial seat. What awaited them was the gallows and prison disaster, but his heart was still unable to clam down. Leo’s most trusted garrison commander is no longer there, and one of Neusky’s arms is almost abolished, and the Grand Duke Anastasius is still in a coma, life and death difficult to tell, not to mention many following him. People like this left themselves forever because of their own mistakes. Of course Justinian knew that there would be death if there was war, but the more he did this, the less he could forgive the disaster caused by his negligence. Even now he feels that he has no face to meet those who still believe in him before and now. . Anyone can treat him as a hero with love, but Justinian alone can't.

He has never been so depressed. Since he was brought here by the Ark of the Covenant, even though he has encountered many obstacles, Justinian was in the end in no way disadvantaged. That's why he dared to take risks, as if he was protected by the fate of heaven. avoid. But this time, he paid a huge price, betraying those who believed in himself.

At this time ~www.ltnovel.com~ on the other side of the hillside, another group of people are watching from a distance, looking at Justinian, who is alone, for fear that he can't think of anything.

"Master Justinian, what are you doing? It's been almost two days since I haven't eaten or drink. How can I go on like this!" Arslan stamped his feet anxiously.

"He just blamed himself a little. We burdened him with too much stuff, and he was a little breathless. The aura that has always made him believe in himself too much to accept the cruelty in front of him. But after all The little fox that can perform miracles in our eyes is just a mortal." Nevsky looked at Justinian’s current appearance and shook his head. Although one of his arms was lost, this Varangian was actually right in his heart. Justinian had no resentment at all.

"But what should I do? You can't keep watching like this, right?"

"There will always be someone who can persuade him, and Justinian is not the kind of **** guy, so he will naturally want to drive. Don't worry about it." Niewusky whited Als, who was agitated. Lan glanced, suddenly saw something, and his eyes lit up. I saw a carriage slowly approaching here on the mountain road. From a long distance, Nevsky saw the person in the car. It was not the other person but the Queen Odosia who had just rushed over after the funeral.

"Hey, what you said just now, aren't people here already!" Nyevski said with confidence, looking at Arslan and the others beside him, but when I saw other people, you looked at you and I looked at me. , Could not help but nodded in his heart. Now if anyone can persuade Justinian, it is probably only the princess.