The Sun King's Evidence

Before dawn the next day, the entire Wolfenburg was already bustling with activity.

The Brittanians, especially the serf soldiers, were the first to get up. They rested early last night just to welcome this moment. Groups of livestock were slaughtered, cauldrons and ovens were lit, and people gathered. Together, they sang and danced (although not very pretty), sang the glorious epic adventure stories of the Holy Grail Knights (although the singing was not very good), and celebrated one of the two most important festivals in Britannia.

Why the Day of the Holy Grail came has been introduced before, so I won’t repeat it here, but it is worth mentioning that the Day of the Holy Grail and the Day of the Lady of the Lake are legal holidays in Britannia. The Lady of the Lake The church stipulates that these two holidays must have at least three days of holiday. There is no reason to say that the knights must give the serfs a holiday even if they are reluctant, and they must also show their "generosity" and "kindness" appropriately and give the serfs a holiday. Giving them some food and letting them praise themselves is considered pious and respectful to the lady.

Now, after undergoing all aspects of Lane's reforms, the class barriers between knights and serfs have finally been opened and gradually blurred, but both the Day of the Holy Grail and the Day of the Lady of the Lake have been well preserved, and the citizen class has also The festival is very welcome.

Fragrant jam pies are baked in the oven, and are baked in slices under the command of the prophets of the Lake God. Most jam pies are filled with jam made from figs, dates, lemons, pomegranates, apples and pears. For civilians, sugar and honey are out-and-out luxuries, and fruit has become the main sweetener in life.

In addition to the jam pies coming out of the oven, there is also meat, including beef, chicken, duck, pork, venison, mutton, hare, wild boar, swan, and heron, which will all be put on the table, of course. , cheap chicken, duck, rabbit and pork were eaten by the serf infantry and free folk infantry of the infantry regiment, while the knights could enjoy higher-level beef, mutton, swan, wild boar, etc., but now in Under the unity of Ryan, except for venison, which the common people are not eligible to eat, the boundaries of other meat consumption have been very blurred. Today, every Brittanian can get a bowl of fragrant stew, soft and chunky. Meat broth plus a piece of 200g-250g roasted meat.

In terms of drinks, each soldier can choose whether to get a large glass of Imperial beer or a small glass of wine, and most soldiers naturally choose Imperial beer. This also makes the suppliers of the Empire chuckle. This is a vast area. Market.

"Okay! Very good!" Duke Birhemond and Duke Lawn walked together and looked at the grand scene in the camp. Both Dukes were very happy: "This is what the Day of the Holy Grail is like. This is a lady's festival!"

"Thousands of years ago, we rose to the west of the Gray Mountains. Thousands of years later, our Knight Kingdom not only did not stop our pace, but also ushered in a splendid golden age!" Duke Lawn was also very interested. The regent of the kingdom looked at the soldiers As they gathered together to eat and drink, they felt very relieved and quite proud. Lawn felt that as the regent of the kingdom, he had helped a lot for a long time after Ryan came to the throne. Now that he is prosperous, Duke Lawn naturally I feel like I have my own contribution to it.

Duke Bohemond walked to the oven and looked at the oven carefully. Someone who had been arranged to come up immediately came up to explain. Seeing the jam pies coming out one after another, the old Duke couldn't help but move his index finger. Unfortunately, he hadn't moved yet. After roasting, Bohemond was not very interested in the stews and roasted meats in those big pots.

After wandering around for a while, it was already bright. Duke Bohemond and Duke Lawn walked to the Old Guard barracks. The Old Guards were also preparing for the scene. These military leaders were roasting under the guidance of the Lake God Prophet. The maple sugar croissant, the gorgeous military uniforms and the majestic formations now have a more joyful atmosphere.

Berhemond and Lawn even saw an army cook with a crew cut in the military camp grilling more than a dozen large-headed trout at the same time, with the words "Thick Dafa Grilled" and "Strongly Pan-fried Trout" written on the back.

The delicious and tender rainbow trout exudes its original aroma when fried.

"Tsk, tsk, wait a minute, I want to make one." Duke Bohemond looked at it with great interest, and he could hardly stop drooling.

"My Duke, I heard from His Highness Morgiana that today, on the day of the Holy Grail, the lady will appear, and He will personally award the highest Order of the Lady of the Lake." Lawn said casually: "I don't know who it will be awarded to."

"Don't you know who you will award it to?" Duke Bohemond said nonchalantly: "Who is the most outstanding person in this chaotic invasion of our Knight Kingdom?"

Lao En couldn't help but nodded when he heard this. Everyone knew who he would be awarded.

However, the jealousy cannot be contained.

The highest medal of the Lady of the Lake, with a gold content of 80%, and the rest made of mithril and vibranium, cast by dwarves and decorated with diamonds, symbolizes the highest level of glory and status of the Kingdom of Britannia Knights!

And Knight King Ryan also made it clear that medals are more than just medals! How could His Majesty Ryan simply use medals to fool the soldiers who fought for the country and used their blood and lives in exchange for glory?

From the highest Order of Lady of the Lake to the Third Class Order of Iris and Bauhinia, they all correspond to additional benefits, allowances and special treatment!

Among them, the special treatment of the highest Lady of the Lake Medal includes the following:

You can receive an extremely generous additional allowance from the treasury every year. The current amount is about 350 gold crowns a year. And if you die for some reason, your family can still enjoy a large amount of material benefits and extra life distributed by the Fairy of the Lake Church. The allowance, I started, lasted until the third generation.

Second, heroes who receive the highest Order of the Lady of the Lake can freely enter and exit the major Lady of the Lake churches, monasteries, shrines, and chapels across the country, enjoy free food and accommodation, and can also receive the blessings and magic of the Lake God's prophet for free.

Third, reward high-end residences in a large castle with an area of ​​at least 300 square meters, equipped with exclusive guards, and free travel on all public transportation and passenger ships.

Fourth, complete medical protection, all medical expenses will be reimbursed by the royal court.

Fifth, on important national festivals, you can be received and rewarded by the Lake God Witch, the Knight King, and even the Lake Fairy herself. You can visit any large-scale events in the kingdom and get seats at will.

Sixth, when the recipient is punished for serious reasons, the Supreme Lady of the Lake Medal can only be deprived by the Lady of the Lake herself.

"Britannia will never let her heroes shed blood and tears."

——Knight King Ryan Malcador

This supreme treatment is comparable to that of the first generation of the twelve Holy Grail Knight families.

This made Birhemond and Lawn have mixed feelings after hearing this. Isn't this a new noble?

Ryan's hand stretched longer and longer, reaching into the core of these old nobles.

But what can they do? This is what a lady means! Do they, the descendants of the founding fathers and nobles, have the ability to object?

But fortunately, according to the regulations, except for the first article, the special treatment will last until the person dies. It is not a hereditary and irreplaceable iron medal, and everyone can still accept it. Fighting for the country and making major contributions are not something that everyone can achieve. The fairy in the lake was alarmed and came out to confer the honor in person.

But no one thought that the bandit leader of the Bergerac Band of Thieves in Chalon Forest would actually have such a day!

The Knight Kingdom camp was in full swing. Over at the Empire camp, Elector Boris, Elector Varmir, Marshal Rick Helberg and others were also a little disturbed by the battle. Several people noticed that in addition to In addition to preparing for their own people, the charity in the porridge shed is also continuing. Fifty large barrels are gradually being filled with scalding hot porridge. Bags of barley and rye are poured into the large pot, as well as a small amount of vegetable leaves and Pig offal, the Brittanians feel the virtue and power brought to them by the Lake Fairy, and also invite the brothers of the Empire to enjoy the Day of the Holy Grail.

And the way to enjoy it is to give porridge.

"This is a good deed." Elector Boris was a little emotional about such a lively scene. Elector White Wolf said to Elector Varmir and Marshal Rick Heilberg: "In any case, it is a good thing that Ryan is willing to give porridge. , at least the refugees can have a full meal."

"A good deed is a good deed, ahem...it's just too little. Fifty barrels are enough for how many people?" Elector Varmir has not yet recovered from the destruction of his territory and the tragic death of his beloved son Oleg von Zhukov After recovering from the illness, his originally rich and plump cheeks were now deeply sunken, but life still had to pass. The Elector reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth and held his rune teeth: "Obviously the generosity of our world-renowned ally is limited. ah."

"That's right, fifty barrels of pig offal porridge are enough for how many people?" Marshal Rick Heilberg was still very unhappy. The old marshal looked at the burning porridge shed, and the unhappy but uncomfortable look on his face was really He was very confused: "Let's assume that a bucket of porridge weighs 30 kilograms, and it can only feed 240 people at most. Then fifty buckets of porridge can only feed 12,000 people. It's too stingy. There are 380,000 refugees in Wolfenburg. ! Sir Boris, you are familiar with Ryan, you go and tell him to add fifty barrels."

"Will you provide food? Heilberg?" Boris's remaining one eye glared at Marshal Rick. He thought to himself that this old dog under the command of Karl Franz, besides knowing how to fight, is really He has the ability to mess up anything: "It's not Ryan's intention to give out gruel. This is probably what Morgiana, the Lake God Witch, meant. Heilberg, if you are so dissatisfied, you should talk to Her Highness Morgiana." "

Marshal Derek frowned at these words. Based on the intelligence from the empire, Helberg knew that the Lake God Witch Morgiana was a moody, weird-tempered and difficult-to-reach high-level dual-system wizard from the Sanctuary. She was also a lake goddess. The spokesperson of the Fairy in the mortal world, it seems that except for Ryan and Sulia, it is really difficult for others to communicate with her. What's more, Helberg has been Marshal Rick for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to obeying the emperor's orders. And scolded and ordered the opponent's Reik Guards and Imperial Army.

How do I communicate with that goddess? Helberg struggled for a while and finally gave up.

"Why hasn't Dame Emmanuel arrived yet? Maybe we should look for her." Marshal Rick could only say helplessly: "That old guy Erstein doesn't care about this matter. He said he is only responsible for Nuer." Military matters."

"The Nur Iron Armored Army and the Blackstone Guards can all dine with the Knight Army!" Elector Wamir became even more unhappy: "Hey, our Lady the Countess is so shameless!"

"Ryan is coming out!" Elector Boris pointed to the distance. Knight King Ryan Macado and Lake God Witch Morgiana appeared together, and they slowly walked onto the high platform.

Ryan was fully armed, and the beard on the face of the King of Knights had been cleanly shaved, as if he had returned to the way he had been when he was in his twenties when he was in Nord. At this time, Ryan looked very satisfied. As soon as he appeared, Bu The Retanians immediately shouted long live.

"Long live to the King!"

"Long live to the Fay Enchantress!"

Ryan nodded with a smile and waved. He looked at the 30,000 people in front of him saluting and cheering. He thought to himself that this is the temptation of power. This is the best coat for men. Once they enjoy the taste, many people cannot control it. Live yourself.

Don’t forget your original intention!

Morgiana's face was glowing with moisture, and her green eyes looked at Ryan, flashing with deep affection. The Lake God Witch did not speak, but motioned to Ryan to speak first.

"The lions marched to Wolfen, the horses galloped to Oost, the scenery of the Northland, on the day of the Holy Grail, I, Lion Malcador, am here to wish you all in Britannia and our fellow empire and dwarf brothers, the day of the Holy Grail. Happy Day!" Ryan said with a smile to everyone, his voice was filled with psychic energy, which was clearly visible throughout Wolfenburg.

The King of Knights then gave a simple speech. The content was no different from most routine holiday speeches, so I will not mention it here. Finally, Ryan said that everyone should eat and drink first, and at noon, the lady would appear in person to award the highest award. Order of the Lady of the Lake.

After saying that, Ryan personally took his King's Gold Cup: "Today, let us do it for those who protect the old world, let us shed blood for those who protect the order, and let us do it for all the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for victory in the past three thousand years. ,pay tribute!"

"Salute!" Thirty thousand people raised their cups at the same time.

A grand festival celebration was held.

Drinking and cheering, the Brittanians were intoxicated with another glorious victory.

"Oh! In a post-war banquet, you should drink as much wine as you shed blood!" Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist was proud that he had received an invitation from the King of Knights of Britannia. He and The last dozen or so remaining dwarf butchers sat together on the small raised table and bench specially prepared by Ryan. They picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "It just doesn't taste very good, pointy ears. Don't consider coming." One shot?"

Aralos and his gray-coated team were placed on the big table next to the Butcher King. The wood elf hero originally did not want to participate, but Ryan invited him kindly, and Aralos himself was also a good-looking guy, so he finally agreed to come. , and said that I would return to Athel Loren once the banquet is over.

Hearing the Butcher King's words, the wood elf hero immediately became excited: "Dwarf, are you going to have a drink with me?"

"Suffocate it in one breath, you have a drink, I have a drink, whoever falls down loses!"

"Very well, I accept your challenge!"

The elves and dwarves began to drink.

A porridge shack was opened outside the banquet site. Under the guard of the Holy Grail Knights and the Old Guards, porridge was being served. The refugees had already lined up in a long queue. Most of them were holding a bowl and looking at it expectantly. Throwing it into the big wooden barrel, Morgiana ordered that it would be first come, first served. Once the fifty barrels of porridge were finished, they would be gone.

In the steaming heat, Raymond, the commander of the Halberd Battalion of the Old Guard, personally took a large spoon and stirred the vat. He was so hot that he even took off his bearskin hat. Refugees came up one after another. Most of them were old people and women. Children and young adults are blocked, and they must work to get relief.

A shivering old man in ragged linen clothes came over with a bowl with two holes missing. Raymond filled him with a large bowl. The old man was obviously half hungry and half full after a long time, and he smelled of pig offal. The smell of the porridge made me swallow my saliva, and I bowed gratefully and left.

Raymond couldn't help but feel sad when he saw this scene. He was also like this before, when he escaped from Lyonnais with his old mother and younger brother and embarked on the road of escape.

But our Lord Raymond Mountbatten obviously didn't have that much time to think. Soon several old people and children came up with bowls, and everyone got a big iron spoon of hot porridge.

Then, another woman came up with a child. Raymond scooped up a large spoonful of porridge from the vat without thinking, but the next scene made the battle-experienced old guard widen his eyes.

The woman clasped her hands together, trying to catch the porridge with her hands.

"Madam, where is your bowl?" Raymond asked in shock.

The woman just shook her head. She lowered her head, letting her blond hair block her face, while the child following her gently pulled the corner of the woman's clothes and looked timidly at Raymond, who was wearing full military uniform.

The look in his eyes was exactly the same as when Raymond and Thomas looked at the knight behind their old mother.

"Jock, bring my bowl to this lady!"

"yes!"

The woman got a brand new porcelain bowl, she got a full bowl of porridge, expressed her gratitude, and left with her child.

She didn't want to eat on the spot, so she walked and walked with her child until she found a quieter place. She sat down with her child, held the bowl in her hands, and blew hot air hard, hoping to cool down the porridge quickly. My eyes are bright and I can’t wait to blow along.

Before she could cool down the porridge, she was surrounded by two men. They were ruffians.

"The porridge is so fragrant and the bowl is so beautiful. Madam, you can't do the work anyway, so it would be a waste to give you the porridge."

"And this bowl is so beautiful! It's mine!"

This group of local ruffians is organized. These people don't dare to go to the porridge shed to grab porridge because the army is there to maintain order, but they dare to come and rob the old, weak, women and children, and they specialize in catching such lone people.

"Ah!" The bowl was taken away, and the child was pushed to the ground, crying loudly. The woman struggled: "No! Please, I don't have to eat, at least you leave some for the child!"

"He can eat your milk, madam!" The ruffian laughed loudly. He picked up the bowl, blew on it, and the two of them drank up the whole bowl of porridge.

Then, they abandoned the mother and son and prepared to snatch the porridge from a relief recipient.

Today I want to have all-you-can-eat porridge!

"The porridge is shed, and your blood must be shed today!" Just as they turned around, before they had time to react, the two gangsters were kicked to the ground, and this kick directly broke their ribs.

"Lian's pig, offal, porridge, is it delicious?" The furious face of the Space Wolf Primarch Leman Russ appeared in front of them. Russ was obviously furious to the extreme, and he gently pulled out from behind. Spear of Dionysus: "Beast!"

"Ahhhhh!"

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