The Sun King's Evidence

In early November, in the prayer room on the third floor of the Baron Castle of Lane, Baron Jean, in Brittany.

Since the decoration has not yet been completed, only two floors of the Fairy of the Lake's tower have been built, which is still far from the at least five floors required by the Fairy of the Lake. The craftsmen do not expect it to be completed until this time next year.

Ryan did not blame these craftsmen. Most of the craftsmen hired by Ryan came from Montfort and Bordeaux. In order to help him maintain and renovate the castle, the big businessman Ismael hired may not be the best in Britannia. The craftsmen must also be first-rate craftsmen, and Ismail's policy is to repair the castle first and then build a new tower, because in the eyes of the big businessmen, the tower is new and requires a lot of manpower and energy, while the old tower The Baron Castle already has its entire outline and stone walls. What is actually needed is interior decoration, re-planning of areas and repairing some disrepair and damaged places.

So considering that Ryan has no place to live, Ismail's consideration must be to complete the repairs of the Baron's Castle as soon as possible and then build the tower.

The prayer room on the third floor has always been a restricted area for the servants of the castle, especially after Ryan returned to the territory. Ryan stipulated that no one except Orica was allowed to enter the prayer room, and the prayer room was always blocked. Locked status.

In the prayer room, the original structure remains unchanged, with only the Lake Fairy and Ryan sitting opposite each other. The Lake Fairy at this time is different from the normal one. Her originally rosy face is slightly pale, and she has always been holding the The jade hand of the Holy Grail is holding Ryan's right hand, and the Holy Grail has also been put aside.

Ryan's situation is not good either. The Holy Grail Knight Captain is relatively depressed, but he still continues to send his spiritual energy to the Lake Fairy.

Normally, gods exist in subspace. The emotional fluctuations of believers form energy, and the energy converges to become gods. If gods need to interfere in the mortal world, they must spend a lot of divine power to enter the main material plane and find a suitable carrier. This makes gods In fact, it is not easy to interfere with matters on the main material plane. For many things, mortals have already tried their best. For many things, mortals can only rely on themselves. This is why.

But the existence of Ryan is equivalent to opening a back door between the subspace and the mortal world for the Lake Fairy. The Lake Fairy can travel unimpeded in the subspace and the mortal world. With the improvement of strength, Ryan's more powerful soul has been able to Ensure that the fairy in the lake can unleash her magical power to her heart’s content.

"Sure enough, Musilon's city wall cannot be breached under the protection of magic and seals." After a long time, the face of the fairy in the lake became paler, and she signaled to Ryan that it was ready.

After the flood swept through the Duchy of Connaught for a whole day, the Fairy of the Lake's flood was still unable to break through the walls of Mousilon. So after a large amount of divine power was consumed, the Fairy of the Lake decided to stop this operation and put away her hands. : "Okay, Ryan, my champion, let's do this for now."

"Okay!" Ryan also put away his hand. Most of his spiritual energy was consumed. In the prayer room, everyone's expressions were a little sluggish. The fairy in the lake stretched out her arm towards Ryan and motioned for him to sit down. Beside him, he let out a long sigh: "In this way, the Blood Red Duke and his allies will not be able to initiate a war in a short period of time. At least we have bought more time."

"Thank you, my lady." Ryan was about to put away his hand, but the fairy in the lake immediately took his arm and leaned against him. The goddess's voice was full of exhaustion: "My champion, I need some time off."

"Well, I think I need to rest for a while. I have to say, my lady, you are really not polite at all when you use my psychic powers." Ryan made a joke, and he also felt very tired.

"You are my champion. If you don't use yours, who should I use?" The Fairy of the Lake made a joke with Ryan. With the help of Ryan's power, the Blood Red Duke of Mousilon and his so-called Black Knight allies could not do anything for the time being. There are too many things to do. They must restore the army and production within the territory as soon as possible. Although the undead no longer need food and sleep, it still requires a lot of weapons and magic costs to form an undead army. Vampires also need enough people. To satisfy their thirst for blood, the Holy Grail Knights will take this opportunity to collectively take out the remains of the Holy Grail and send them back to the Holy Grail Cathedral in Curona for burial.

This matter has nothing to do with Ryan. The Fairy of the Lake made it clear that Ryan does not need to be involved in the next thing. Morgiana and her Holy Grail Knights will complete this matter.

A thought came to Ryan's mind, but he didn't show it on his face.

He had an idea, which was to use the Black Holy Grail Knights to try to control and direct the Holy Grail Knights. If he could strengthen his connection with the Holy Grail Knights, he would be able to do more things in the future.

He has laid a good foundation in Brittany, but it is not yet strong enough.

The fairy in the lake seemed to have seen his thoughts, and she said softly: "It's not the time yet, my champion, it's not the time yet..."

"My lady, I plan to equip the army with artillery." Ryan also knows that some things cannot be rushed. He has already been in the limelight in this year's chivalry war, causing dissatisfaction with many conservative nobles, especially the wood elves and dwarves. After the earth appeared in his territory, some dukes complained about it. For example, the Duke of Montfort, who guarded the Axbite Pass, had a strong objection to this. This duke hated all races except humans, and his territory also Accepts settlement by any creature other than humans.

"I have never prohibited knights from using artillery at any time or anywhere, my champion." The Lake Fairy immediately understood what Ryan meant. The goddess smiled and shook her head: "My champion, if you can get the artillery from the dwarves The technology is naturally the best, but you have to pay attention. The descendants of Charlemagne on the other side of the mountain have an agreement with the dwarves. They jointly keep the secret of gunpowder. The dwarves are a group of stubborn guys, so you should think first. How to make the dwarves willingly make cannons for you."

"I have a way to do this, my lady, as long as you allow me to use it." Ryan nodded repeatedly. With the approval of the fairy in the lake, this matter will be much easier to handle.

The God's Chosen Champion had a vague feeling that the Lady of the Lake was actually a goddess who knew how to adapt and weigh the pros and cons. However, the Eight Virtues of Knights she left behind were over-interpreted by the knights and turned into rigid dogma. A firm belief is conducive to fighting chaos. The corruption of Chaos among the people of Britannia is much lower than that of the Empire, but it also makes the knights conservative and arrogant. It can only be said that everything has advantages and disadvantages.

"When your tower is built, it will be my permanent place in the future. My champion, close your eyes. I have a gift for you." The fairy in the lake motioned to Ryan to close his eyes.

After Ryan closed his eyes, he felt a soft touch on his face, like a dragonfly touching water.

This is? !

"Hahahaha~" The laughter of the Lake Fairy still echoed in the room, but except for the bright light and the fragrance of the iris on her body, the goddess was no longer in the prayer room.

Ryan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. After a long time, he felt that he was also very tired, so he left the prayer room and returned to his master bedroom. He took a casual bath and then fell asleep.

Ryan, who had a large amount of psychic energy drained, rested for more than a day. After all, he was the Son of the Emperor and the Primarch of the Gray Knights. He recovered quickly. The Baron could not rest all the time. There were still many things for him to deal with in the territory. .

In early November, Britannia finally received its first snowfall since the beginning of winter.

Ryan woke up early in the morning. The Holy Grail Knight got a bucket of hot water and took a bath comfortably. He hung his legs on the edge of the bucket with Orika serving next to him.

"Are you awake so early, my great knight?" The lazy Witch of Gloria was lying on the big bed in the master bedroom, leaning on the soft pillow, her face flushed, obviously she had been well nourished last night: "Also Don’t you want to rest for a while?”

There was a heavy snowfall outside the window. This year's climate was a bit unusual. Normally the first snow would not be this heavy.

"I'm going to see the situation in the workshop today. I heard from Katzenberg that the dwarf craftsman came to the workshop with about seven or eight people, and then asked to rearrange the entire workshop facilities and asked for a lot of money. He has some other things to do when he comes back. Now as the lord, I should go over and have a look and talk to him by the way." Ryan stood up directly from the barrel without hesitation, Orika He took out a towel to dry him, and then he dressed himself: "Do you want to go with me?"

"Well~ My dear, when I saw that high tower, I thought you were already preparing it for me, but I didn't expect..." Veronica lifted the quilt. Although the witch didn't say it explicitly, Ryan, who knew her well, knew that the witch was doing this. She planned to go to the workshop with him to have a look: "We'll talk about it on the way."

"Um."

The two men changed their clothes, called the tax collector Gasparton and the butler Katzenberg, and took a few sergeants to walk along the lower reaches of the Chinon River. Snow fell all the way, and the entire barony was covered in snow. The land became completely white, and the cold wind blew through the wilderness. Most of the serfs had their doors locked, and only a few serfs were still working.

On the way, Ryan happened to meet the half-elf Estelle with two eternal guards and several woodland guards. The half-elves and wood elves were all wearing fur coats. When they saw Ryan, they were stunned for a while. Steer immediately greeted: "Sir Ryan? Are you back?"

"Well, I'm back. What's wrong, Estelle? Are you going?" Ryan asked.

"Ah, I will take them to the blacksmith workshop by the river to get weapons. Winter is here, the tree spirits have fallen into a deep sleep, and our king has also stepped into the flames and turned into ashes. He will not return until the following spring. Estelle's expression was not very good, and he explained: "So in winter, the forest can only be guarded by ourselves, and we need sufficient weapons."

Orion, the king of the forest of the wood elves, and his wife Alaire walk into the flames and die every winter, and then resurrect in the spring of the next year. Summer is when their magic is most powerful.

"Just in time, I'm going to the blacksmith workshop too, let's act together." Ryan nodded and motioned for everyone to act together.

The eternal guards of the wood elves were somewhat reluctant. They first looked at the sergeants following Ryan, Gasparton and Katzenberg with contempt, and then looked at Ryan and Willow with awe. After Nika, he finally agreed. One of the Eternal Guards said in Elvish: "Hello, Mr. Ryan, I am Anas, captain of the Eternal Guard from the Eternal Forest. Winter is coming, and we urgently need more iron and ore. and food, but your men cannot meet our needs, and the dwarf craftsman also rejected our order, I hope you can help us."

"Dear Anas, I have just returned to the territory and I am not very clear about the current situation." Ryan shook his head: "I believe that according to our original agreement, our output here can meet your requirements. Does Ace Are you adding a new order, or is it a temporary request?"

The Eternal Guard stopped talking. Estelle smiled bitterly when he saw this. He said to Ryan: "Lian, we are in trouble. The Vaal Anvil Woodland was invaded by a herd of shadow evil beasts, and the production of iron tools was seriously affected. As for ore, we are almost completely dependent on importing it from you, so we need some ready-made weapons temporarily."

"I understand, let's talk as we walk." Ryan motioned for everyone to walk and talk.

So along the dry river, a group of people walked and talked, Veronica always holding Ryan's hand, saying nothing, looking like a vase.

What’s very interesting is that the tax collector Gasparton is very enthusiastic about these wood elves. The eternal guard tried to communicate with him in poor Low Gothic. Gasparton always answered all questions, and the steward Cassenberg Ge Ze didn't have a good look on these wood elves.

It’s no wonder that the emergence and trade of wood elves have brought great benefits to Ryan. The exquisite handicrafts and jewelry necklaces of the elves are the most sought after objects by human nobles. Because of this, the trading posts of the wood elves have brought great benefits to Ryan’s territory. Generous taxes have come, and Gasparton expects the barony's tax revenue to exceed a thousand gold crowns this year.

But Katzenberg didn't think so. The relationship between these wood elves and the human residents was not good. The serfs were afraid of and wary of the pointy ears. Something happened among them. The wood elves had conflicts with the residents. Disputes were handled by Katzenberg. These disputes were difficult to deal with due to the special nature of the wood elves in the Lane territory, so Katzenberg had a bad look on his face.

On the way, they briefly talked about existing problems. Along the Chinon River, Ryan and the other group arrived at the workshop run by the dwarf blacksmith Deron Feinson. The black walls and roof were now covered with white snow, and the inside of the chimney Black smoke comes out from time to time.

"Huh?" Ryan narrowed his eyes. He noticed that a large human was beating iron tools in the blacksmith workshop.

Brother?

Hammer 2, everyone has been waiting for a long time (I’m sure).