Thirty-six salutes shattered the night of Clovis, and the sun rose slowly with the open gate of the Osteria Palace. They put on brand-new uniforms, and the royal guards with rifles on their shoulders came from both sides of the gate. Filed out, lined up, turned around, and with a shout of "Salute!", the red carpet that stretched from the inner court and rolled forward happened to stop right in front of the last soldier.

Almost at the same time, every household in the city of Clovis, regardless of the inner and outer urban areas, hung up the Clovis outside the door.

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