Imperial Crown

There is a terrace on the top of the Eagle Tower with a glass-topped four-corner pavilion with stone tables and benches inside.

It is now morning, and although the sky is a little gloomy, there is no wind, which is perfect for viewing here.

Raven was wearing a thick velvet black cloak and was sitting on a stone bench. A red clay stove was cooking a pot of hot tea on the stone table in front of him.

Broca was sitting on the seat to the right of Raven, wearing a cotton hat, looking at the endless land of silver makeup, and exhaled a hot breath: "Baron Raven really knows how to enjoy it."

"There's always something to do to kill time." Raven smiled, picking up a small pot of hot water and pouring the ice-cold tea set.

Footsteps sounded, and Wessassin had also arrived. He paused not far away, seeming to calm his thoughts. After a while, he stepped forward and saluted: "Baron Raven, Viscount Broca."

Broca acted as if he didn't exist and said nothing.

"You're here just in time, take a seat." Raven greeted, grabbed the teapot and poured the bright yellow tea soup into the cup.

Eagle Collar does not produce clay, so it can only produce pottery, but Gravel Collar does have good raw materials. This tea set was fired in the kiln of Gravel Collar.

Although it cannot be as thin as cicada wings due to the limitations of the craftsmanship, the naturally occurring ice cracks on the blue-white glaze are quite pleasant, and combined with the amber tea soup, it has its own beauty.

Placing the teacups in front of Broca and Wesasin respectively, Raven raised the glasses and said, "This is the blood tea produced by the orcs, do you two want to taste it?"

Broca held up the tea cup, blew lightly and took another sip, lingering in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. He looked like an expert: "I heard that this kind of tea was picked by a young girl from the orc clan. It really has a rich taste. Rich in layers, it’s a first-class tea. ”

Wei Saxin also echoed: "It is indeed a good tea."

Lei Wen took in the two people's postures, smiled and took a sip of tea, raised his head, looked past the nearby fish-scale houses, and landed on the desolate wilderness: "The tea is good tea, and the scenery is good. It's a pity that if you don't appreciate it, Mood, then all that’s left is suffering.”

Weissachin smiled awkwardly, knowing that Raven was talking about him. He would not be able to taste the blood even if he drank blood, let alone blood tea. "Baron Raven, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Waving his hand, interrupting Wessassin's words, Raven said: "I know what's on your mind, and so does Viscount Broca."

Broca snorted.

"The matter is over, there is no need to investigate whether it is right or wrong." Raven didn't care about Broca's attitude: "And we, the nobles from the border areas, eat snow and drink the wind, speak with fists and use force when encountering problems. The truth is our duty.”

Weisazin's face was gloomy, and his fingers were grabbing the corners of his clothes so hard that his knuckles were turning white. Raven's words simply added salt to his wounds.

But now he could only rely on Raven, so he endured it without saying a word.

Seeing that Wessassin did not have an attack, Raven nodded secretly in his mind and continued: "I heard that the reason why Viscount Broca is invincible on the battlefield has something to do with the enchanted crossbows produced in your territory. I wonder if you have any samples for me. have a look?"

"It's not difficult." Broca put his hand on his belt, and then held a crossbow in front of Raven.

Reaching out to take it, Raven shook it in his hand and nodded: "The texture is even, the center of gravity is excellent, and the enchantment applied is quite stable. It is indeed a good thing."

"However, it is a pity to use it in Xuefeng County." Lei Wen changed the topic: "In the end, we are all our own people, and if the situation is like this, it will only make outsiders laugh."

"It hurts those who are close to you, but it hurts those who are enemies."

"Viscount Broca, no matter what Baron Wessassin did wrong before, you have already breached his castle and occupied his territory. This punishment is enough."

"In my opinion, how about you take the initiative to withdraw from the Kojia Territory and end this war?"

Wesasin's dim eyes lit up.

Broca snorted coldly: "Baron Raven, war is not a fight between children, and it cannot be stopped by just saying stop."

"I was negligent." Raven slapped his forehead, suddenly took out a crossbow, pointed at the wind chime hanging on the pavilion and said, "Then, let's take it as a bet. If I hit it, both of you will cease fighting. "If the shot fails, I won't interfere in this matter, okay?"

Saying that, without waiting for Broca to respond, Raven finished loading the crossbow, raised his hand, and triggered the crossbow.

The pavilion is not big, and even though Raven is sitting in the middle, the distance is only three to five meters, so there is no reason why he can't shoot.

But unexpectedly, this enchanted crossbow arrow with a light blue magical halo passed by the wind chime with a whoosh, and the wind brought up blew the bell, causing a crisp tinkling sound.

Weissachin stared and swallowed.

He was very grateful to Raven for his actions, which were clearly putting his personal reputation on the line to force Broca to stop, without breaking his face.

But it would be really embarrassing if he didn't hit it at such a distance!

When he was thinking about how to get to the roundabout, he suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings.

Wesasin looked up and saw a group of hippogryphs flying in from afar, with a total number of no less than 50. Under the mixture of blue and white, they looked like a cloud filled with thunder and lightning!

They formed a neat formation, forming a V shape in the air. They seemed slow, but in a few breaths they passed through Eagle City, drew an arc directly in front of the castle, and stopped in mid-air.

Visassin's breathing stagnated, because it was not just a group of horned eagles, but a group of wind kings.

And on their backs, there were cavalrymen wearing leather armor!

There were more than 50 wind kings in the air force, and Visassin couldn't even think of a way to fight it.

Could this be the soldiers of the Slater family?

But they clearly wore the emblem of the Griffith family in front of them!

The knights were not very big, and they all stood up on the backs of the horned eagles, raised their right hands to their chests and saluted: "The first squad of the Eagle Army's 'White Feather Guard', meet the Baron!"

Raven smiled and nodded, gently waving his hand.

The leading horned eagle cavalry whistled, and the whole squad suddenly took off, flew high, and disappeared into the clouds.

The horn sounded.

The doors in Eagle City opened one after another, and the heavy footsteps shook the entire castle, and even the tea in the teacup on the stone table was rippling and shaking.

Soldiers wearing dark leather armor rushed out of the castle like rolling mud and sand. They were clearly running fast, but there was no sign of chaos. The formation was as neat as a swarm of bees.

Soldiers carrying crossbows rushed up the city wall, while spearmen and sword and shield soldiers flowed out from three gates and gathered in front of the castle. They first formed a small team and then arranged into a large square, neatly lined up in front of the castle.

This is not the end.

The snow in the distance was raised like a storm, and the dull sound of horse hooves was like thunder sweeping, getting closer and closer.

Eric, wearing misty iron armor, rode Claw Yellow Flying through the snow curtain. Behind him, there were heavy cavalry in armor arranged in the shape of sharp arrows!

White mist spewed out of the mouths of the war horses, and the dark spears in the hands of the knights were placed flat, leaving no doubt that they could easily tear apart any enemy blocking the way!

"This--" Wessacim screamed, because the heavy cavalry's charge was too fast, and there was no time to stop before hitting the phalanx.

But just as he screamed, the Eagle Army phalanx moved, like dominoes, or as if it were some kind of magic, and it separated to both sides in an orderly manner, making way for the heavy cavalry.

"1, 2, 3..." Wessacim silently counted the number, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

11 battalions, at least 5,500 people.

Baron Raven, quietly raised a whole legion.

But the problem is that Wessacim has lived here for a full half a month, and he has been out for activities during this period, but he has never noticed any clues of the mobilization of this legion.

This meticulous mind and careful arrangement even made Wessacim feel terrified.

For the first time, he realized that Raven's mind was so unfathomable.

And judging from their equipment, although they cannot be compared with the main legions such as the "Iron Legion" and "Blood Rage Legion" that the Empire has devoted its efforts to build, they can also be called front-line troops.

If he had doubted whether Raven had the ability to do him justice before, then now this doubt has melted away with the appearance of this legion.

Equally excited as him was Eric, who was standing at the forefront of the square.

As a knight, a veteran from the Iron Legion, how could he not have a dream of commanding a large army?

Dreams are destined to be pressed under the pillow and slowly moldy over time.

However, Eric slowly realized his dream after the age of 40, an age destined to follow the inherent trajectory of life.

The cry of an eagle sounded from the sky, a corner of the dark clouds dissipated, and the sun enveloped the Eagle Army square.

Eric took the eagle flag representing the Griffith family from his entourage, held it high, looked up at the man who had changed his life at the top of Eagle City, and shouted loudly:

"——Griffith!!!"

The voice swept across the open land.

The next moment, the First Legion of the Eagle Army raised their weapons together:

"Invincible!!!"

The voice echoed and expanded, almost spreading throughout the entire Eagle Town.

Nancy did not go to the terrace. She lay on the windowsill of the room, looking at the Eagle Army, which was even better than the Fox Family Legion, and a happy smile slowly rose at the corner of her mouth.

This is Raven's army, and also her Nancy Griffith's army.

Her man is not just a baron, and he will not be a baron all his life!

Outside the window, the Eagle Army shouted three times in succession, and then it stopped, only the sound of silence and wind remained.

On the terrace, Raven picked up the teacup and frowned slightly: "Tsk, I wasted some time, the tea is cold."

He poured it casually and picked up the teapot to add new tea for everyone.

But neither Bloka nor Vesasiin reacted at all, just staring at the Eagle Army in a daze.

Vesasiin grinned, ignoring the saliva flowing out of his mouth, with endless ecstasy in his eyes.

Broka's eyes were more complicated and his expression was mixed.

He knew that Raven was powerful and that Raven would become stronger and stronger, but he never thought that he would have such a military force without any sound!

With this army in hand, how many people in the entire Snow Maple County and even the entire Nord Province could be Raven's opponent?

"Where were we just talking about?" Raven scratched his eyebrows: "Oh, yes, I want to shoot the wind chime, and you two families will stop fighting."

"Unfortunately, I didn't shoot it..."

Broca shuddered and said quickly: "Really? Why do I remember shooting it?"

Raven was stunned and said playfully: "Did you really shoot it?"

"It must have hit the target, absolutely!" Wesacine patted his chest: "If anyone says that Baron Raven didn't hit the target, I will eat the bell!"

"Hahaha..." Raven laughed: "Okay, since both of you said you hit the target, then we should seriously discuss the truce."

"What a pity."

"I was thinking that if anyone disagrees, I would take the Eagle Army to visit his door twice."

Wesacine slapped the table and stared at Brocka with wide eyes: "The County Governor said it well, those who disrupt the order in the county should be severely deterred!"

Brocka retorted: "That's right, if some people knew that the County Governor had such military power, they would not dare to intercept my caravan and kill my soldiers. Soldiers."

"Are you still playing this trick? This kind of words may fool others, but do you want to fool Sheriff Raven?" Wesassin vented his previous resentment, his face was surprisingly ruddy, and he began to speak with confidence: "If you don't want to be punished by Sheriff Raven, you'd better withdraw from Koga County immediately!"

Broca glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Baron Wesassin, don't forget your identity. To me, you must call me Lord Viscount!"

"Of course I will withdraw from Koga County, but that is for the sake of the Sheriff. You are a stray dog ​​without a home, why do you bark at me?"

Wesassin was a little angry. It was fine that I couldn't beat you on the battlefield before, but now I am in Eagle City, with a legion backing me up, and you still dare to treat me like this?

Standing up suddenly, Wesasi pointed at Bloka's nose and cursed:

"Bloka, fuck your mother!"

He pulled off his hat and threw it on the table: "If you were really a noble like the county governor, I would certainly respect you, but don't you see what you are!?"

"Your damn father was ambitious and brought most of the nobles in Xuefeng County to their deaths. If you hadn't won in the end, you would not have been a viscount long ago!"

"Not only did you not know how to reflect, you also bullied the weak and demanded my land. At that time, did you remember that you were still a noble?"

"If you want to get To gain my respect, it's simple. In addition to withdrawing troops, you have to compensate the serfs lost in my territory in proportion, and also compensate for the losses of spring plowing and construction. "

Broca's eyebrows trembled when he was scolded. He spread his hands and looked at Raven anxiously and angrily: "Mr. County Governor, you have seen it. It's not that I don't want to accept your kindness, but this Vesasi has no intention of stopping the war. He even insulted my dead father and my family!"

"I'm afraid I can only decline your kindness!"

Broca crossed his arms, glanced to one side, and panted heavily. It was obvious that he didn't intend to continue the conversation.

Vesasi was even more angry. Just when he was about to vent his anger again, he saw the warning look from Raven.

Vesasi's fanaticism suddenly cooled down a lot, and his reason gradually returned.

After all, the fact that he can reach this stage of negotiation now is not because he is so powerful, but because Baron Raven is thinking about him wholeheartedly.

If Raven hadn't created this opportunity, let alone taking back the territory, he, Wesacim, wouldn't even have the chance to talk to Broca face to face.

Now he is greedy and wants compensation. Isn't this putting Baron Raven on the spot?

Thinking of this, Wesacim snorted: "Okay, then I'll take a step back. I don't need compensation. Just lead your army out of my territory."

"Too late!" Broca looked at Raven, obviously still angry, his chest heaving: "Sheriff Raven, I was convinced by your mediation. But he is a baron, and he was obviously wrong first, but he still refused to give in, and said... such dirty and despicable words. If we withdraw like this, where is the face of my Viscount family?"

Raven glanced at Wesacim in dissatisfaction, and the latter lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

With a smile in his heart, Raven retracted his gaze and tapped the table with his fingers: "Then Viscount Broca, what do you mean?"

"It's very simple. Didn't Visassin ask for compensation? I want compensation too."

"In the past six months, I have suffered from the mobilization of my army, the loss of food and fodder, and the casualties of personnel. I don't ask for more."

As he said, he showed his palm and raised his thumb, index finger and middle finger: "3,000 gold coins, plus Visassin's public apology, and I will withdraw."

"Okay, then 3,000 gold coins." Raven didn't ask Visassin's opinion: "This matter ends here."

For this result, Visassin was not unacceptable.

After all, 3,000 gold coins to buy the opportunity to scold the viscount, it can't be considered a loss: "...Okay, but this can only be delivered after I take back the territory."

Almost all nobles have secret places to hide their property, and Visassin is no exception.

Now, he just hopes that the place has not been found by Broca yet - it shouldn't be, after all, he even hid the location from his wife.

Raven smiled and said, "Very good, then I will notarize it, and both of you sign the armistice agreement."

The agreement was quickly completed. The general content was that Bloka would withdraw from Koga Territory completely and would not attack again; and Versacem also promised that he would never take any revenge in the future, including at the military level.

In addition, Versacem also signed a debt note for 3,000 gold coins to Bloka.

Although it cost some money, Versacem finally got back the territory as he wished. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh and stood up to bow to Raven: "Mr. County Governor, thank you for your justice this time!"

"I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

He really didn't want to stay with Bloka.

Looking at the back of Versacim going away, Raven and Bloka smiled at each other.

Then, Bloka held up the bill of debt with both hands:

"Please accept it, County Governor."

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