The Sun King's Evidence

Four years have passed since the Great Expedition to Mount Eight Peaks.

Four years may be enough time for a group of human recruits to turn into experienced combat veterans, and for a young man with a hairy mouth to turn into an elite who can stand the test of blood and fire, but this is only a short four years for dwarves.

According to the information Lucien brought back, Bellega has actually done the following things in the past four years.

The first is to resume the excavation work in a small part of the Bafeng Mountain mines. Belega personally led the army and miners to explore many mines underground. Most of the mines were sealed with explosives and runes, but there were also a few. Mining of some mineral veins has resumed, and this operation alone took the dwarves of Eight Peaks Mountain two years.

The second thing is to rebuild the brewery, weapons workshop, military camp, temple and palace. By the time Lucien came back, the dwarves of Bafeng Mountain had just completed the brewery and weapons workshop. If Lucien hadn't ordered Recruiting human armies and craftsmen to assist, there is not even a trace of the military camp.

The third thing is what Lucien said. Hundreds of security battles have been fought around the Eight Peaks Mountain. Basically, all the Skaven and Greenskins nearby have been cleared away. The new sentry system It has also been established, and Belega predicts that there will be no more enemies in the next ten years.

The dwarves are indeed a race that suffers many hardships. The most terrible thing is that the dwarves do not have a paradise like the high elves Ulthuan, nor do they have a super high fertility rate like the dark elves. As the population continues to decrease, the number of newborns cannot keep up with the population loss. With their numbers, the decline of the dwarves became inevitable.

But now it's much better with human help. Don't underestimate humans. The human population growth rate is only comparable to that of greenskins and ratmen.

"Lucien, let me ask you, what should the three guards of Badland do if they encounter a large-scale greenskin attack?" Ryan began to examine Lucien.

"Resist step by step, and gradually hold on to several important strongholds." Lucien continued: "You must preserve enough strength to fight in the desert, but more importantly, you must pay attention to making the green skins feel 'boring', that is, forming a stronghold. , fight stupidly, and the green-skinned army will soon collapse without a fight."

"Very good." Ryan then asked: "What if the greenskins and the Skaven form a coalition and attack together?"

"Abandon the Iron Guard and the Army Guard, retreat to the Eight Peaks Guard with all your strength, and immediately send people to ask for help from the Dwarf High King, King Haimenguan and even the empire." Lucien said seriously: "It is not wise to rush to war under such circumstances, but We can still make a difference.”

"What if the undead, greenskins, and ratmen attack together?" Ryan disagreed.

"Then contact Khalida, Queen of Lebaras! Even other Tomb Kings, the enemy of my enemy is my friend." Lucien immediately gave the answer without thinking: "Undead, greenskins and ratmen cannot be The key to breaking a stable alliance structure lies in how to use diplomatic means to attract more allies, and how to break the ties between the other parties. In this case, military arrangements are secondary. ”

"Okay!" Ryan nodded slightly. The King of Knights thought that he was indeed a knight from Francois. Every move he made had the demeanor of his father-in-law, although Lucien's military ability was far behind that of his father-in-law. Far away, but he is still young after all, and he has inherited his father-in-law's ruthless methods in domestic and foreign affairs.

Ryan had the answer in his mind.

"Thank you for your hard work when you came back from the expedition." Ryan smiled at Lucien and said: "As for the troops from the Badlands expedition, how many of them are willing to return to Britannia? How many are willing to stay in the Badlands?"

"About fifty-fifty." Olica gave Lucien a cup of cappuccino. Lucien immediately felt honored. This was a drink personally delivered by His Majesty's personal maid. The commander of the Badlands said with some embarrassment. Then Olika said thank you: "Thank you, Ms. Olika."

Orica smiled sweetly, no one knew what the dark elf was thinking.

"Okay, leave it to me to arrange the people who are willing to return to Britannia." Sulia took the initiative to take over the task, and the queen couldn't help but smile: "As for the new recruits, you don't have to worry at all. The number of new recruits this time It will be far more than you need, but it may be a little troublesome to manage, but that’s okay, Ryan and I will fully support you.”

"Yes." Lucien had just come back and was dusty. He didn't know much about what happened in the country recently. The commander of the Badland looked much better when he heard that he was not worried about the recruits. The Badland is indeed a place with a harsh environment. Going there is The soldiers have always complained a lot about suffering, but they can barely persist because of the generous salary.

After Lucien went down, Ryan and Lidya Su sat on one side of the reception room. Sulia was gently making black tea. She was very familiar with Ryan and knew that Ryan was thinking about something and did not talk to him, but to him. Looking at Olica, she said: "Where is Sylvia? She seems to be very busy recently? Did you arrange it?"

"She has one last lesson to learn, I promise it will be soon, Madam." Olica smiled sweetly and said, "She will be an excellent female courtier, I promise."

Lidya Su wanted to ask again, but Ryan had already spoken: "Then, the list of the top ten marshals has been decided."

"Have you already thought about it? My dear." Lidya Su's attention was diverted.

"Well, I've thought about it all." Ryan nodded.

"So let's prioritize."

…………I am the dividing line to arrange the order…………

The ceremony for the canonization of the ten marshals is getting closer and closer, and all the major forces have sent envoys to congratulate and watch the ceremony.

In recent years, Britannia's momentum has been extremely great, and it has great righteousness in its hands. Most of the forces of order have sent envoys. On the one hand, they show their respect and recognition, and on the other hand, they also take the opportunity to observe the Knight King Ryan. Will there be any changes in domestic and foreign policies?

On this day, the imperial envoy Count Metternich also came to Curona, the capital of Britannia.

What greeted him happened to be Talleyrand, the chief foreign minister of the Lane court, holding a precious crutch in his hand.

"You've messed everything up, dear Talleyrand." Metternich saw Talleyrand appear and said angrily: "I've helped you so much, but you haven't even gotten a little bit in return, sir. That’s not how business works.”

"I have helped you a lot, Count Metternich." Talleyrand leaned on his cane and came up to hug him warmly: "It was I who persuaded your Majesty not to annex Kislev, and it was I who persuaded your Majesty to lend money to the empire, and even more so. I persuaded His Majesty to take a good rest and stop using weapons, you must thank me."

"I guess you don't know, right?" Metternich smiled when he heard this: "It was I who convinced His Majesty the Emperor not to impose import tariffs on your crops in Britannia. This is all for the benefit of the human world. Unity, I think you should thank me more.”

"But I remember, isn't it written in the Treaty of Friendship, Alliance and Mutual Assistance between the two parties that no additional tariffs will be imposed on food?" Talleyrand motioned to Metternich to follow him, and the high elf said with a smile: " I don’t remember that being your fault.”

"Food, not agricultural and sideline products, including those cash crops."

"Then I think you must also thank me. It was I who persuaded His Majesty Lane not to hold you responsible for sending people to spy on our intelligence." Talleyrand said playfully: "Otherwise, if I accuse you, the Empire will definitely I won’t protect you.”

"Then Mr. Talleyrand, you should thank me even more." Metternich did not give in at all: "Such an expensive pastry house has not been closed down. Isn't this my credit?"

"So... we are considered even this time?"

"So be it."

"Hahahaha!" The two foreign ministers held hands: "Please! The reception banquet is ready! Metternich, my friend."

"please!"

At this time, the palace of Kurona was already full of guests. All the dignitaries were present, including the major forces in the old world. Even the High King of the Dwarves sent people to congratulate him. The only one who did not come was the dwarf of Eight Peaks Mountain, Belega. A simple message will count as participation: "Brother Lane and we don't need to deal with those fake things!"

It is worth mentioning that Alaros did not come because he was recovering from his injuries. In his place was the famous wood elf spellsinger and prophetess Liv. Her sky-high braid always reminded Ryan of others.

Veronica, Theresa, and Aurora, who were immersed in research at the sorceress gathering, all arrived. The three witches were all dressed up in gorgeous costumes. Indeed, as Theresa had worried about, once there were enough Resources and wealth, the witch's life is basically filled with endless magic experiments and meditation, but she spends less time with Ryan.

By the way, Aurora turned blue with anger after seeing Catherine dressed in the countess' aristocratic dress. As a result, she had a bad look on everyone, including Ryan, and exuded the disdain for strangers. Entering the severe cold atmosphere.

"I didn't expect that my direct disciple would be able to become a real countess." Veronica watched Catherine appear with Calard on her arm, with mixed feelings, wearing the classic dark butterfly pure black of the Britannia court. The female speaker, wearing a dress with black suspender stockings and silver rhinestone high heels, secretly took Ryan's arm: "So?"

"What's the reason?" Ryan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"So what's my title as a lady?" Veronica said angrily: "Katherine is already a countess, so I at least want a marquise, right?"

"Catherine will be the Marchioness soon, Veronica." At this moment, the Lake Fairy Lilith and the Knight Queen Surya appeared. The goddess and the female knight held hands and wore exactly the same set of charming clothes. Lin Huanlu wears a pastel neon Qiuwan sling silk long skirt, white unicorn velvet translucent pantyhose, and a black and gold waistcoat. They look like a pair of (actually) good sisters.

The appearance of the goddess and the female knight set off the whole audience. Everyone stood up and saluted. Only the knight king Ryan thought why he was dressed like a cow.

Well, two big cows with golden hair and white stockings! Ryan secretly rejoiced: They are all mine!

"Hey? Marquise!" Teresa is dressed similarly to Veronica, except that the sorceress wears her favorite gray ultra-thin fluorescent pantyhose, and she doesn't like short skirts and shorts like Veronica. She was very surprised by the low-cut dress and could only turn her eyes to Ryan: "Really? Ryan? Is Catherine really going to be a marquise?"

"Yeah, it's true." Ryan nodded slowly.

"Then do I want the title of Duchess?" Veronica put her hands on her hips, and Witch of Gloria directly reached out to Ryan to ask for it: "I followed you so early, and you don't even give me a Duchess? "

"Whose duchess do you want to be?" Sulia said to Veronica with a half-smile: "Ms. Veronica, do you want me to help you arrange it?"

"Then... forget it then." Veronica automatically lowered her head when facing Sulia, and the female speaker smiled coquettishly: "I'm very satisfied now."

"It's begun!" Morgiana couldn't help but take the initiative to speak. She also spent energy dressing up today, but Ryan didn't pay attention to her at all. This made the Lake God Witch very unhappy, but she was unable to object. The Fairy of the Lake decided not to appear too close to Ryan in public. She could only strengthen her presence in this way: "Everyone is already in place."

There are indeed many women who make people feel tired, and this is even when Olica and Sylvia are absent, Ryan thought to himself, and he nodded to indicate that it was time to start.

First, in full view of the public, Lane formally conferred the title of Marquis de Garament on Callard.

The difference between a marquis and an earl was not the amount of land, but the power to form an army and launch wars on their own. Callard had already proven his loyalty and reliability with a series of actions, and it was reasonable to confer the title of marquis. Among them, he will be mainly responsible for guarding the beastman tribe in Arden Forest and serving as the second-line guard of the Gray Mountain Watch.

Then the Lady of the Lake appeared in person and awarded Kalad the highest Order of the Lady of the Lake, which symbolizes the highest honor of chivalry.

Immediately afterwards, Ryan, the Lady of the Lake, Surya and Morgiana, as symbols of the highest power in Britannia, began to award the ten marshals.

The luxurious big box was opened, and the ten golden dwarf master-level finely crafted rune marshal scepters inside aroused cheers from the audience. Even the usually calm father-in-law Francois was surprised and couldn't help but stood up from his seat.

This marshal's scepter is more expensive than an entire winery!

Ryan started reading names.

"Sir Berhemond!"

"yes!"

Berhemond stepped onto the stage majestically. A brand-new marshal's uniform, marshal's medal and marshal's scepter were taken in the hands of the Lake Fairy and handed to him.

There is basically no controversy about Berhemond as the first marshal. First of all, he is a direct descendant of Arthur, the first generation of knights. He has the noblest blood and the strongest strength. He is also impeccable in military strategy and personal bravery. He has a good relationship with Ryan. It's not bad, and it makes sense for him to be the first marshal.

"Sir François!"

"yes!"

The father-in-law walked up the steps with joy and elegance, took the entire silver plate from the hands of the fairy in the lake, and politely made a gentleman's thank you gift.

There is no controversy about Francois as the second marshal. His father-in-law’s strength is at the peak of the Holy Realm. He strives for steady victory in battles and is rich in changes. He has made great achievements in several battles. He has deep qualifications and is Sulia’s father. He has always been a staunch supporter of Lane. Of course, Lane has never treated him badly. Francois has enjoyed the most dividends and the most benefits during Lane's entire rise. Of course, when Lane proposed the governor-general system, his father-in-law He was also the first to support it, because the benefits he received far outweighed the losses of giving up part of his governance power.

After these two marshals went down, the selection of the third marshal became full of controversy.

Who could it be? Everyone focused their attention on the King of Knights who was about to call out his name.

"Lord Bodrick!"

It's him! It's him!

Not Laune, not Bertrand, not the recently favored Callard, but Boderick, Duke of Bordeaux, who has dual beliefs and is the chosen champion of Poseidon Mannann? !

The political implications conveyed here made many people present frown.

However, the awarding process would not stop. Duke Bodrick stepped onto the stage with his head held high amidst the applause and joyful eyes of his son Fedmund, and received the Marshal's medal, Marshal's dress and Marshal's scepter from the Lady of the Lake. He couldn't help but burst into tears. He handed the big silver plate to his son. Just as he was about to say something, Ryan took the initiative to hold his hand: "Mr. Bo Derek, you... shouldn't be able to Flying a Dwarf rotorcraft, right?”

"Of course not. Why does Your Majesty suddenly ask this?" Duke Bodrick looked strange: "Besides, I have visited and operated the USS Enterprise. The dwarf gyroplane is so small that I can't even sit in it."

"That's good, that's good." Ryan said seriously: "That thing is unstable and prone to accidents. Let's leave the flying of the plane to the dwarves."

"Yes, I am following His Majesty's orders." Bodrick responded in a low voice with doubts in his heart.

"You still want to be a marshal after being so quiet?" Ryan pretended to be difficult.

"Yes! I obey your Majesty's orders!!!"

"Okay! Next one!"

Updated, please support me!