The Sun King's Evidence

Imperial calendar year 2515, June.

As Knight King Ryan and Lake God Witch Morgiana returned from Dulong City, they brought an army of Norscan dwarves consisting of more than a dozen dwarf legions (again, one legion of dwarves only has about 200 -300 people, while humans are 1000-1200 people), everyone knows that the great Knight King Ryan once again won a great victory on the political, diplomatic and military levels.

The "Dulong City Exclusive Trade Agreement" was signed. Knight King Ryan and Emilia, whose belly had begun to bulge slightly, signed and sealed on behalf of the human side, announcing the establishment of a new trade system.

I have to say that the war ended much earlier than expected. After Emilia saw Ryan coming back, she secretly complained to Ryan about why you withdrew the troops in June. I prepared so many supplies for logistics. All in vain.

Ryan smiled and said you were not in vain.

Almost as soon as the Norscan dwarves came to Erengrad, official trade between the two sides began immediately.

Norscan Dwarf Lord Torgard-The Crimson made a list of gifts for the dwarves' new allies, including a hundred and fifty pairs of full-body rune-crafted plate armor made by dwarf rune craftsmen, and hundreds of A set of various rune weapons, especially swords, shields and halberds, as well as a large number of precious metal ores and jewelry.

On the human side, dozens of cargo ships were filled with food, cloth, wine, meat, and fish in exchange. A large amount of logistical materials were used directly to trade with the Norscan dwarves. Despite this, the goods provided by the human side The value is still far lower than the gifts from the Norscan dwarves, which led to many imperial merchants who did not get the soup to drink. General Tim from Nuer wrote in his diary: "This is not at all The transaction, this is simply a robbery! God knows whether it is the King of Knights who is too powerful, or the heads of those Norscan dwarves who got the smelly seawater from the Sea of ​​Chaos?"

No one knows, everyone only knows that the Norscan dwarves are particularly stubborn. They only recognize the long sword and fleur-de-lis in the book that symbolizes Ryan's personal family crest, or Britannia or Nur who have trade certificates. No matter how low the price or the most favorable terms offered by merchants or other humans, the Norscan dwarves ignored them.

A large amount of wealth poured into the officially designated market, and the lively shouts and sounds of buying and selling resounded in the military camp of the Chivalry Army. After most of the Norscan goods were swallowed, a small amount of goods were still left. Allowing a market to be sold in the military camp, just like a shark smelling blood, Ryan's father-in-law Francois immediately came to the scene with Duke Berhemond, saying that I would pack all the things first, and then slowly Let’s talk about price.

The same was true at Nuer Military Camp. Because of this incident, President Krupp himself rushed from Herzig to Oerengrad, just for this lucrative trade.

This process took two or three days, and finally in June, Ryan announced that he would conquer Britannia.

In the main square of Erengrad, surrounded by hundreds of Old Guards and dozens of Britannian nobles, Holy Grail Knights and the Lake God Prophet Group led by Morgiana, Knight King Ryan He personally stood in front of the main square and delivered a victory speech to the excited and proud soldiers who came from all directions.

As Ryan took the stage, the nearly 20,000 soldiers crowded in the square fell silent for a moment. They spontaneously lined up and waited for the great Knight King to speak.

"My soldiers, Britannia, and other human nations, and even soldiers from other ordered races!"

Ryan's voice rang in the ears of the soldiers celebrating victory and glory.

"Another magnificent victory! Beastmen, Greenskins, Chaos Army, Chaos Chosen Champion, Chaos Eternal Chosen, all fell in front of us!" Ryan raised his fist towards everyone, and in the six Under the scorching sun of Erengrad in January, the voice of the King of Knights was as hot as fire: "We once again proved to the darkness that we will never surrender, we will never admit defeat, our victory lit up the long night, we proved, Mortals also have their own beliefs and glory, and our courage will turn into the golden light of this dark age!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!" The sound of roaring mountains and tsunami came, and the soldiers shouted for victory. Their passion, courage, and soul-stirring emotions echoed in the sky above Erlengrad and even in the subspace!

"Hope still exists!" Ryan shouted proudly: "Even if Kislev has fallen, even if the empire is attacked, even if the Oster Territory is almost in ruins, even if many coastal ports are threatened, even if the darkness once We were cornered, but we persevered, and we won! I, Ryan Macado, am proud and proud of you, my knights and soldiers, I can be with you, what else do I have to be afraid of? What about?"

"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!" The roar turned into a torrent. Every soldier shouted loudly. Every knight took off his helmet to salute as a knight. Every dwarf put his weapon on his chest. Every elf couldn't help but lower their naturally noble heads.

"Now we drive the Chaos bastards back to the north, we crush their armies like a lion tearing their armor to pieces with his teeth and claws, we march on and on until the lost dogs have fled back We attack them directly where they belong, until every blasphemous emblem and camp is reduced to ashes. These memories will become treasures that will accompany us throughout our lives, but we will never stop, for the lady and the king, for the cloth. Retania!”

"For the lady and the king! For Brittany!"

"For the lady and the king! For Brittany!"

"Now, let us start the journey home, let us return to our hometown, with glory and wealth, sons of Britannia, we are going home!"

"Go home, go home, go home!!!" Cheers spread from one side of the city to the other.

The Bretons have never been so proud of their identity, their blood is surging, and the glory of victory belongs to themselves.

Look, Ryan standing on the stage no longer looks like a living person, but a symbol.

He is synonymous with glory and victory!

After the speech, a banquet was held, and the knights and soldiers drank happily. Ryan also personally took two glasses of imperial stout and handed one to Francois: "It's time to go home, my Duke."

"Yes, it's time to go home, my majesty." Francois said elegantly. My father-in-law made amazing gains in this battle, and he once again proved his ability to lead the army and the superior strength of the Wenford Duchy's army. Combat power, in Erlengrad, my father-in-law was appointed as the general person in charge of logistics and military supplies, and the first thing he did when he took office was to directly "dung-kill" an aristocratic logistics and military quartermaster who had embezzled about fifteen kilograms of honey and brown sugar. Just throw him into a manure pit and let him drown alive.

My father-in-law suppressed "floating" and "logistics losses" more harshly than Ryan. The "transportation losses" in his logistics report were only 5%-7%, which is basically close to the real losses, because of logistics transportation and material reserves. There will indeed be losses in the process, and the fact that my father-in-law can suppress it to this level is enough to put everyone in the old world to shame.

Ryan only learned about it after the fact. Of course, in this world, honey and sugar are high-end luxuries that only nobles can enjoy. The price of fifteen kilograms can reach hundreds of gold crowns, but Ryan still feels that his father-in-law is a little bit. Too cruel.

"If you don't be ruthless, these guys won't have long memories." This was the father-in-law's answer: "Kill one to serve as a warning to others. This time we seized a lot and the harvest was particularly rich. There will definitely be many people who want to get their hands on the loot and logistical supplies."

"Ah, I miss Sulia." Ryan and Francois clinked glasses. The two of them drank a full glass of imperial stout in one gulp. Immediately, the old guard next to him quickly reached out to take the empty glass and went to pick it up next to him. Beer, the King of Knights smiled and said: "I have been out on the expedition for more than half a year, and I don't know how Sulia is doing."

"Lidya Su will take care of everything, and she must be looking forward to your return." The father-in-law smiled and took the cup again, drank it in one gulp, and then handed it to the old guard to pick up the beer: "I miss you too, little Devin Hill."

"Hehehe~ Yes." Ryan sighed. Although the expedition time this time was not as good as the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, it was still long enough. The King of Knights raised his glass: "Cheers to victory!"

"Cheers!" Two large wine glasses filled with beer collided. Francois raised the glass first. After seeing Ryan take a sip, the father-in-law just sipped a little and put it down, seemingly motionless. He asked casually: "By the way, there are rumors in the army recently that His Majesty will confer the title of ten marshals...do you have anything to say?"

"There are considerations in this regard." Ryan narrowed his eyes. My father-in-law came here to inquire. Obviously, the Dukes all realized that under Ryan's overwhelming power, further centralization and aristocratic bureaucracy were inevitable. For the sake of the future, He will not become a marginalized existence with a title but no position or a title but no power. He will not be able to continue eating meat and drinking wine with Ryan. He will definitely come here to find out.

This matter is also very simple. The rumors about the canonization of the marshal were news that Ryan deliberately let the Old Guards and the First Lancers spread in order to test the reaction of the knights and nobles. As expected, the traditional knights and nobles headed by my father-in-law They took the bait immediately.

I have no choice but to work with His Majesty Ryan, and the benefits I will gain are too many.

"Then..." Francois continued to test: "When we get back, your Majesty and the Queen will discuss the details?"

"It's just an intention now, Francois." Ryan raised his glass. The King of Knights thought for a moment. His father-in-law has always followed his footsteps. He should give money and efforts when he should, and he should be allowed to lead the army and the army. He worked tirelessly in management and invested heavily in himself early on, so he should be reassured: "Anyway, you will not be missing, Francois, I mean if there is any."

The father-in-law said oh, he was half relieved, but the other half was: "So...about other candidates?"

"There will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything." Ryan smiled and said nothing more.

At this moment, the Kingdom's Regent Lawn-Leo Cornish came up with a wine glass, his expression was serious: "Your Majesty, can I discuss something with you?"

"What's the matter? Mr. Leo Cornwall?" Seeing that Lawn's expression was very serious and not pretending, Ryan also put away his smile and became serious.

"I want to stay, stay in Erengrad." Lawn picked up the wine glass.

"I want to serve as the commander-in-chief and logistics and military commander of the troops left behind here!"

"If possible, Your Majesty, I would like to hand over my principality to you to govern!"

"What?" This time, Ryan was really surprised.

Is Lawn taking the initiative to help himself centralize power? !

…………I am the dividing line that conforms to the trend of history…………

Just when the knightly army was returning to the original route.

Braunschweig, the capital of the Empire, the Imperial Palace, and the bedroom of Emperor Karl-Franz.

On a large emperor's armchair inlaid with gold, sat Emperor Karl Franz. He was wearing a purple shirt, white breeches, and a golden robe. He leaned back with an unsightly expression. Hold the backrest.

The emperor was ill, and stomach pain tortured Karl Franz's nerves, but he still managed to stay strong.

The north has become a ruin, and the Osterland is struggling under the ravages of Chaos. The plague and rumors brought by the spring have spread throughout the empire. Fear has enveloped the people and the army of the empire. Many electors are eager to Support and funds are needed to rebuild their territory, but the cash flow in the emperor's hands is close to drying up. If the Supreme King hadn't generously donated money because he failed to support the empire this time, then the Kahuang Emperor would really have been forced to use his private wealth. .

"Your Majesty, Metternich is back." At this time, the emperor's internal minister, Duke of Helburn, Arne Danstadi, strode closer from outside: "He has brought back the latest news, do you want to see him? ?”

"Let him come here." The emperor knew that the bedroom was not convenient for seeing people, but he had no choice. He was sick.

Soon, Duke Anne led the emperor's envoy Metternich in from outside. Metternich was about to salute, but Karl Franz stretched out his hand: "No, Metternich, as you can see, my I'm not in a good condition. If you have anything to do, please tell me quickly and sit down."

Metternich told the emperor about the results of his negotiations. The treaty reached by the two parties did not exceed the minimum limit given by the emperor. After hearing this, the emperor was quite satisfied: "It seems that the situation is not too bad. The worst thing we expected It didn't happen, Metternich, and that would be a good thing for us, for Reikland, and for the Empire."

"A good thing? Your Majesty, please forgive me for not thinking so." Metternich couldn't help but said: "Do you know the scale of the returning army of chivalry? The returning army of about 50,000 people is actually nearly 10,000 meters long! I After a little calculation by his men, damn the Brittanians and Nuers, they organized a huge team of more than 40,000 carriages, donkey carts, mule carts, and handcarts. It’s stuffed with all kinds of food, luggage, and loot!”

"In addition to these people, there were at least 20,000 people accompanying the army. Most of them were family members of soldiers, businessmen, vendors, and homeless civilians. Many women worked as cooks and took their fatherless children with them. ." Metternich then emphasized.

"It seems that our Majesty the Knight King has had another fruitful expedition." The emperor smiled. He did not respond as Metternich imagined. Instead, he leaned back on the armchair very calmly: "It's okay. It’s nothing more than a fire in the east, wind in the west, and a heavy rainstorm in the north. At least the empire has survived this time. If there is anything else, Metternich, tell me.”

"Your Majesty, there is one more thing. The list of property confiscated by the corrupt logistics bureaucrats headed by Count Walter has come out. A total of more than 3,000 dwarf gold coins, a total of more than 37,000 gold marks, and other real estate, antiques, treasures and cellars were confiscated. The discounted value of the materials is about 20,000 gold marks." Metternich thought for a while and then said: "Marshal Rick Heilberg, Foreign Minister Amadeus, and Interior Minister Ane had a dispute over how to use the money."

"I knew it." The emperor became angry when he mentioned this matter: "I know there are many difficulties in transporting to the north. I also know that long-distance transport is unsafe and there are various deductions. But most of the way is along the river. There is no way the loss can reach 37%! Charlemagne, that shameless man Walter is really greedy for profit and deserves to be killed!"

"...Walter has confessed his crime and only asks His Majesty to let his child go." Metternich whispered: "This is also the intention of Lord Rick's Grand Council."

"I know." The emperor thought for a while and could only emphasize: "As for the quarrel, Metternich, you go and send a message to the palace ministers. That is, military expenses and refugee relief are given priority. As for my personal expenses, There is also the salary owed to those bureaucrats, which can be temporarily relieved. If they are not starved to death, I will not be starved to death!"

"Yes!" Metternich responded in a low voice with sincerity. The emperor was always so selfless and selfless.

"Have you also gone to see Ryan's army this time? What do you think of its combat effectiveness?" The emperor asked casually: "Have you seen with your own eyes how they fight?"

"No." Metternich said with some regret: "The outskirts of Erengrad are very unsafe. Everyone advised me not to leave the city casually, but..."

"But?" The emperor noticed Metternich taking out an iron box: "What is this?"

Metternich took out a piece of honey cake from the iron box: "This is the cake, Your Majesty."

"I said, Metternich, I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat now." Karl-Franz felt that he had a stomachache, and the emperor said impatiently.

"This is not dedicated to you, Your Majesty. This is a honey cake for the birthdays of the Old Guards of Brittany." Metternich presented the iron box: "It tastes very good. It is cooked by the army's canteen. And it didn’t break all the way.”

"..." The emperor opened his eyes. He reached out to take the cake, smelled it, then put a little of it into his mouth with his fingers, and chewed it gently.

The only sound left in the bedroom was the sound of the emperor chewing. Metternich looked at the emperor quietly. He knew that with the emperor's wisdom, he should be able to understand the meaning.

After a long time, Karl Franz finally spoke.

"I have a question, Metternich, can you answer me?"

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"Why is it that Ryan always gets richer and richer the more he fights, while our empire gets poorer and more embarrassed the more we fight?"

"this……"

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