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Chapter 654: Dragon Shooting Crossbow

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

Traveling through the long river of time, the Candle Knight from Prague walked alone in the dark and dilapidated streets.

Constantinople was not peaceful at night.

The news that the Ottomans were gathering a large army in Adrianople could not be concealed from Constantinople, which controlled the strait. Their huge transport fleet and well-trained Janissary Guards were intimidating.

The people of the empire, the last Romans, were filled with melancholy, and when they passed by every household, they could hear their pious prayers.

"Our Lord Jesus Christ, I beg for mercy."

"Hallelujah, the glory of Heavenly Father, please come to the world!"

Compared to Constantinople, which is desolate and dilapidated, like a big rural village.

In the Venetian Concession, separated only by a wall, the lights were on and the voices were bustling. It seemed that some grand ceremony was being held, causing every Greek who heard it to frown.

Even though 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 had become irreconcilable.

With so many privileges, people sometimes wonder whether the empire belongs to the Romans or the Latins.
Viviana walked past the broken walls, the collapsed statues, the poorly repaired, dilapidated and abandoned churches, and the beautiful gardens and nurseries recorded in historical documents were replaced by vegetable plots and farmland.

In some churches and in front of the shrines, there are still civilians stopping to seek spiritual comfort after finishing a day's farm work.

Some monks loudly preached:

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

“Even if we kowtow to the Latins, it won’t change the situation.”

"Should we sacrifice our faith and defile our souls just to enjoy a little peace in this world?"

"Rome will eventually fall. The Ottoman black dragon of destruction is the incarnation of Satan, the doomsday judgment that no one in the world can defeat. Can we prevent this fate of destruction by uniting with heretical sects?"

Viviana seemed to understand a little. Although Constantinople still had more than 50,000 subjects, it could only recruit more than 4,000 militiamen.

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

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

"In front of the wheel of history, are you trying to stop it?"

She raised her white silk-gloved hand, and a short white candle appeared in her hand, emitting a faint light that was just enough to illuminate the way ahead.

Leaving behind the depressing and boring life, the responsibilities he shouldered, and the obligations inherent in his blood, the Candle Knight, who willfully escaped to another time and space, seemed to become even more confused.

When a bird in a cage escapes from the cage, the first thing it feels is not the fragrance of freedom, but a sense of loss.

A mere candlelight cannot bring light to people.

Viviana dispersed the candle in her hand and sighed softly, "Since I don't know what to pursue, I'd better do my job well under the captain."

Like a knight, protect the weak and uphold justice.

Although chivalric literature is out of fashion.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard in front.

The terrified soldier shouted, "There's a thief! Come quickly, catch the thief!"

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

The female knight dispersed the magic barrier, reached out and picked up a candlestick, frowned slightly and asked: "Where is the thief?"

The soldier was stunned.

What a soft and beautiful face it is.

Her long, platinum-colored hair flowed down from under her fallow deer hood. Her delicate, porcelain-like face had tightly pursed red lips and slightly furrowed brows, which somewhat diluted the softness of her face, but still gave people a poetic and tranquil feeling.

"Ma'am, who are you?"

"I am the Emperor's advisor. Where is the thief you speak of?"

Without any doubt about the other party's identity, the soldier pointed without hesitation and said, "It's in the library! I was ordered to get the dragon-shooting crossbow, but I found that the guard there had been killed. My colleagues and I were besieged by thieves, and I was the only one who escaped."

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

The words are not finished yet.

All that was left in the soldier's eyes was the silhouette of the lady in the red cloak disappearing at the end of the street.

"Should we contact the Captain first at this time?"

The Candle Knight, who was walking in a hurry, was a little hesitant.

"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 that is related to the final outcome of this war."

But he soon made up his mind.

She would not really think of herself as the most powerful knight in all of Germany just because of the flattery of the world, but she would not give up her duties as a knight just because of danger.

Chivalric literature is out of fashion.

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

But she never gave up her chivalry.

Compared to the brilliant Knight of Glory who wipes out evil and evil, or the Lantern Goddess who has saved countless patients, and even when she fainted, she still insists on fighting in the wounded camp, and travels around to provide free medical treatment.

Trapped in a high tower since childhood, he received closed training in etiquette, poetry, swordsmanship, and magic. His father regarded himself as a support for maintaining his status as an elector, rather than being stripped of his title and establishing a province like other states.

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

The subjects of the empire see themselves as spiritual pillars and role models of chivalry.

But Viviana has only one definition of herself.

knight.

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

She quickened her pace, and her high-heeled boots, which 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 eliminated. The corpses fell to the ground and the flowing blood formed a small river.

The open door of the Imperial Library was like a vicious beast that devoured 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-shooting crossbow was killed?"

Lothar's voice became much colder. Constantine XI stored the empire's only remaining artifact in the library because there were countless prohibitions and magic arrays hidden in the library. Unless there was a traitor, it would not be easy for foreign enemies to invade.

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

Losa breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Viviana had arrived there ahead of time.

The enemy shouldn't be that strong, and the Dragon Shooting Crossbow should have been recovered in the end.

Otherwise, according to the history described by Jeanne, Constantine XI would not have had the dragon-shooting crossbow available during the decisive battle.

Of course, it is also possible that this artifact was swapped, so it was useless in the final battle.

"Let the Varangian Guard follow."

Lothar stood up and strode out of the chamber.

No one can tell who the traitor is.

At this time, the Varangian Guards and other guards from Rus 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 difficult for Constantine XI and Giovanni to hold on for fifty days in the face of internal and external troubles.

(End of this chapter)